After the aroma of the spices was fully aroused, Meng Fei poured all the blanched steak and oxtail into the pot, added water and started stewing.

After a while, the aroma of meat filled the air.

Meng Fei opened the lid of the pot, scooped up a little soup with a spoon, tasted it, and nodded with satisfaction.

At this time, Cui Chaoxing came over with a large basin filled with radishes and potatoes.

"Meng Fei, do you think I can cut it well?"

Meng Fei looked at the evenly sized potato chunks in the basin, smiled, and said, "Your knife skills are really amazing."

After a while, the pot was boiling over high heat.

Meng Fei lifted the lid of the pot, put the chopped potatoes and radishes into the pot, and continued to stew.

Finally, he poured a bowl of steaming hot soup and handed it to Cui Chaoxing, saying, "Try it, how is it?"

Cui Chaoxing picked up the bowl, gently blew away the hot steam on the surface, and then took a sip carefully.

Instantly, a delicious taste spread in his mouth, making his taste buds active.

He couldn't help but widen his eyes, showing surprise, and then he exclaimed sincerely:

"Mm, delicious! This soup is so delicious! I have never tasted such delicious soup in my life!"

Hearing Cui Chaoxing's praise, Meng Fei scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said:

"You really praise me. If you want to eat in the future, just come to me. I will give you as much as you want!"

The two chatted while staring at the situation in the pot.

Soon, a rich aroma wafted into the air.

It is a unique aroma that is a combination of the sweetness of radish and the deliciousness of beef.

This aroma seemed to have a kind of magic, constantly teasing Cui Chaoxing's taste buds.

He couldn't wait to have a taste.