But judging from the other person's demeanor, their control over the heat and timing was also extremely skillful.
Pang Wensheng was increasingly satisfied with what he saw. This was simply a natural-born chef, and he was almost as good as him.
His initial enthusiasm for accepting the other person as a student vanished instantly.
He's not much worse than him, and there's nothing much to teach him.
Now you mainly have to figure it out yourself.
It is said that the master leads you through the door, but the practice depends on the individual.
She has already learned everything she was supposed to know, and now she can rely entirely on herself.
He nodded as he looked at it, his satisfaction with Ling Miao reaching unprecedented heights.
The time was almost up, and as he smelled the faint fragrance wafting from the tip of his nose, his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
Finally, the other party lifted the lid.
Milky white steam, carrying heat, rushed straight to my face, followed by the rich aroma of meat.
As the steam dissipated, the aroma of chicken chunks coated in sauce filled the air, and they trembled slightly restlessly with the flickering flames beneath them.
Each beat of the drum was so powerful it made one's mouth water.
Pang Wensheng sniffed, and could faintly smell the aroma of sesame mixed with the aroma of meat.
The rich aroma of sesame gradually thins out during the stewing process, as much of it is absorbed by the meat, and the remaining aroma on the outside gradually dissipates.
You could say that the subtle sesame aroma comes from the chicken itself.
It is said that laymen watch the spectacle, while experts see the details.
Pang Wensheng sighed, his previous faint arrogance completely shattered.
This child is in no way inferior to him, and may even be more outstanding.
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