"No wontons today, today's delicacy is braised food."

"Braised food?"

What is braised food?

What is that?

"Wasn't it supposed to be mini wontons?"

"Oh, are you not selling wontons today?"

The crowd began to chatter amongst themselves, their disappointment barely concealed in their voices and expressions.

Some customers, still persistent, kept asking, "Are you really out of wontons?"

Ling Miao shook her head firmly and then introduced today's new products.

"The taste of the braised food will definitely not disappoint you."

Even so, many people still turned and left.

They came specifically for the wontons that Master Pang used, and had no appetite for anything else.

Some people with a keen sense of smell focused their attention on the two large iron barrels in front of them.

I think I smelled something fragrant.

"Is this braised food really that delicious?"

Ling Miao nodded and lifted the lid off the top.

It revealed a large pot of braising liquid inside.

The rich, dark red broth released a powerful and intense aroma as the lid was lifted.

The person standing at the front, who was asking the question, couldn't help but swallow hard, but after looking at the dark, murky broth, he hesitated and asked:

"Is this really edible?"

"certainly."

Ling Miao took out a strainer, stirred it a couple of times, and the rich and domineering aroma became even more intense. She then scooped out some braised duck parts.

Logically, braised food tastes better when it's cold, but because I was making roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), the braising liquid in these two buckets had been heated up earlier.

The duck parts inside were naturally still hot. The hot duck parts were scooped up with a large ladle, and the aroma kept tempting one's already wavering nerves.

The man was about to speak when he took a closer look and saw that they were all scraps; his expression instantly changed.

"This is the braised food you were talking about?"

"Why are they all just unwanted scraps?"