"certainly,"
"Otherwise, how could our ancestors have had so many different ways of cooking food?"
While mixing the sauce, Ling Miao said, "The same method can produce a million different flavors in different people's hands. This is what is meant by 'a thousand people, a thousand flavors'."
"You know so much."
Ling Miao chuckled, "You'll understand once you do it a lot."
"Mmm." Susan nodded, her gaze falling on the pile of dough sheets.
"So, can I eat two later?"
Ling Miao: "...Of course."
"very nice!"
Ling Miao walked over and pinched Susan's cheek. "You seem to have gotten quite rounder."
"Is that round? It's clearly cute!"
She glared at him and retorted defiantly.
"Okay, okay, you're so cute."
"Sweet little girl, would you like some chili oil?"
Susan hesitated, "Will it be very spicy?"
Although she loves spicy food, the last time she ate boiled pork slices, it was so spicy that her eyes were watering and she still hasn't recovered.
"It's not very spicy. To accommodate everyone's preferences, this chili oil is mainly for aroma."
"That's fine, give me a spoonful."
"Okay."
Ling Miao picked up a sheet of dough, skillfully brushed on the dipping sauce, and then scooped on a spoonful of bright red chili oil.
The bright red chili oil released its aroma freely along the spread-out dough.
Susan sniffed. "It smells so good."
"Of course, I'm not lying to you."
Ling Miao placed the shredded cucumber, carrot, and other side dishes on the dough, then took a braised duck leg out of the broth.
With a forceful pull, the meat on the duck leg was easily torn off, dripping with specks of brownish braising liquid, and then wrapped in dough.
"How does it taste?"
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