Aside from the strange smell, the taste is actually quite good.
At least it suits his taste.
He has always loved eating meat.
The rich, spicy aroma of the oil was exactly what he wanted.
Aside from the smell, he could accept this minor flaw.
After thinking it through, Zheng Wenrun suddenly realized the truth, and even unconsciously curved his lips into a smile.
If you ignore which specific organ it is, he is actually quite willing to accept this food.
Seeing his apprentice's relaxed expression, Pang Wensheng stopped asking and already knew the answer in his heart.
He walked towards Ling Miao, coughed lightly, picked up his chopsticks and took a piece of fatty intestine.
Ling Miao glanced at him, but saw that he remained silent.
He only kept trying, a sly glint in his eyes. He slowly put down his chopsticks and looked at Pang Wensheng.
"What do you think?"
Pang Wensheng froze, meeting Ling Miao's teasing gaze with a sense of helplessness.
"good."
The two words were spoken with great difficulty, as if they were being squeezed out of the throat.
Seeing this, Ling Miao stopped teasing the other person.
He greeted the viewers in the live stream and then ended the broadcast without any guilt.
Seeing that no one was watching, she asked the other person's purpose with some curiosity.
Is there something you need?
Upon hearing this, Pang Wensheng's embarrassment vanished. He snorted coldly and glanced sideways at Zheng Wenrun standing to the side.
"It's him."
Zheng Wenrun?
Ling Miao was somewhat confused.
She looked at Zheng Wenrun, who looked embarrassed and acted awkwardly. When he saw her gaze, he forced a smile.
"They've lost here, and I, as their teacher, am not going to come and see what's going on?"
It turns out he was Zheng Wenrun's teacher.
Ling Miao was filled with respect, but a slight worry inevitably arose in her heart.
Pang Wensheng saw through Ling Miao's thoughts at a glance.
She raised her head with a rather arrogant air and snorted through her nose.
"Am I really that petty?"
"He was simply not as skilled as others, so I have nothing to say about his loss here."
As Pang Wensheng spoke, he glanced at Zheng Wenrun.
It's better for this kid to stop being so arrogant and self-important; a little setback would be good for him.
Seeing that Pang Wensheng's attitude didn't seem like he was looking for trouble, Ling Miao relaxed. Seeing that he liked the dry pot pork intestines, she even handed them over enthusiastically.
But the other party didn't make a move at that moment.
He looked at Ling Miao, who was completely bewildered.
Seeing that Ling Miao seemed genuinely unaware of him, a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.
Don't you recognize me?
That's what I meant.
Ling Miao was completely baffled.
He looked unfamiliar, yet there was a slight sense of familiarity, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Thinking of this, Ling Miao tentatively spoke up.
"Do you know me?"
Pang Wensheng was even more disappointed.
It's unbelievable that someone doesn't recognize him. Even if they don't remember eating wontons at her stall, isn't his face obvious enough?
Pang Wensheng felt a surge of frustration, a lump in his throat that he couldn't swallow, and angrily turned his head away.
If Slick finds out, he'll laugh at him again.
Upon thinking of Srik, Pang Wensheng's eyes lit up. He turned to look at Ling Miao and asked, "Do you know Srik?"
Ling Miao hesitated for a moment, then shook her head at Pang Wensheng's inexplicably eager gaze.
"I'm sorry, I don't know him."
Seeing the other person's eyes suddenly light up, she cautiously added, "Because I don't go online much."
That's true. She's busy cooking every day and doesn't have much time to keep up with what's happening on the StarNet.
Slick must be a very famous person on StarNet.
Ling Miao lowered her eyes, thinking to herself.
Pang Wensheng was in a great mood and waved his hand casually, "He's not a very famous person, it's normal that you don't know him."
Feeling better, he spoke more casually, "I even had a bowl of wontons at your stall before."
Pang Wensheng's face showed a look of reminiscence. He squinted slightly, as if he was still recalling the wontons he had eaten before.
"By the way, when will you serve wontons again?"
Ling Miao was taken aback, not expecting the other person to bring up wontons right away. She lowered her head and thought for a moment, "We'll have some new wontons tomorrow morning."
We've added several new dishes, so it's time to update the breakfast menu as well.
Hearing the answer he wanted, Pang Wensheng was immediately satisfied. He put his hands behind his back and slowly walked out again.
After watching the whole process, Zheng Wenrun finally found the answer to the question that had been bothering him.
However, he still had some doubts.
Zheng Wenrun scratched his head, watching his teacher's back as he completely disappeared through the kitchen doorway.
Why did he feel like the teacher hadn't come specifically to see him?
It seems like they came specifically to watch the live streamer.
The idea only flashed through Zheng Wenrun's mind briefly before he quickly put it out of his mind.
Having put aside a major matter, he now feels much lighter.
"I just heard the teacher say we're having wontons for breakfast tomorrow?"
"Yes."
Ling Miao nodded. "We need to prepare the minced meat in advance."
"I also need to prepare the stock in advance."
"Chicken and pork bones are essential."
Zheng Wenrun raised an eyebrow in surprise, "I haven't tried making broth from pork bones and chicken yet."
"You can try it more when the time comes."
A group of people were eager to get started and were actively preparing the ingredients.
Cecilia greeted guests and arranged the dishes in the restaurant in an orderly manner.
Meanwhile, Commons worked tirelessly in the kitchen, cutting ingredients.
Ling Miao would occasionally glance at them, her satisfaction with the two rising steadily.
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