"How dare you question Boss Zhou's cooking skills? You're just being a sour grapes!"
"If you don't like it, get out! Don't pollute the environment here!"
...
Zhou Yang seemed oblivious to the commotion around him, his attention completely focused on the ingredients in the pot.
Seeing the beef slices curl slightly and the offal cooked to perfection, he quickly picked up a few fresh, vibrant green mint leaves and lightly dipped them in the boiling broth, like the finishing touch on a masterpiece.
Then, with a "snap," the stove was turned off.
"Here it comes! Freshly made beef offal hotpot! Warriors, let's dig in!"
He picked up the small pot and poured all the contents inside—a mixture of dark green and brown, garnished with bright mint green soup, meat, and offal—into a large, gleaming stainless steel basin next to him.
Steaming hot, with a fragrant (and sometimes pungent) aroma, the visual and olfactory impact is simply overwhelming!
Xu Yao immediately stepped forward and deftly distributed disposable bowls and chopsticks.
Having experienced yesterday's "baptism," she is now able to calmly face this shocking taste and continues to encourage others.
"Don't be afraid, everyone, try it! I already tried it for you yesterday, and the taste is truly amazing!"
"The taste is a bit unique, but the food is delicious and leaves a lasting impression! Trust me, and trust Zhou Yang even more!"
Her words were like a reassuring pill, giving the somewhat apprehensive fans more confidence.
Each fan held a small bowl, their eyes fixed on the dish of food that challenged their understanding.
Every face was etched with the tragic grandeur of "The wind howls, the Yi River is cold, the hero departs, never to return."
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