If I ask you to set up a stall, why do you always run to deserted places?

"This is bad, this is bad!"

Luo Botou's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

One bite of this braised egg.

He was already panicking.

The egg yolk is very smooth and rich, but not dry at all. You can swallow it whole even without drinking water.

It won't make you feel choked at all.

The salty and sweet flavor stimulates the taste buds and melts directly in the mouth, just like fatty meat.

It just feels more substantial than fatty meat.

And what about braised tofu?

That would be even more awesome!

Soaked in rich braising sauce, one bite and it's like eating dried tofu!

It's practically like drinking braised sauce!

Robb didn't control his strength well, and the juice sprayed everywhere with his first bite.

He was startled.

I wanted to wipe it, but I couldn't lift my hand.

Because it was so incredibly fresh.

The aroma was so delicious it made his brain go blank.

Luo Botou could only scoop up another large spoonful of braised pork rice and stuff it into his mouth.

While the teeth were frantically churning.

He could even hear the crisp crunch of the rice in his mouth, paired with refreshing green vegetables, each bite was distinctly flavorful.

From salty to sweet, from soft to crispy, from hot to warm.

Each chew reveals a different flavor, layer upon layer, blending together.

This is fucking ridiculous!

You call this braised pork rice?

Robb is really no good!

He has been making braised dishes for over 20 years and has never seen any braised food shop that can produce such a rich and flavorful broth.

He had previously said the color was too dark.

This is braised to perfection; that's why it looks so deep!

Rob's spoon stopped in mid-air.

He looked at the braised pork rice in the bowl, his face burning with pain.

Not scientific!

This is so illogical!

The braised pork needs to be cooked for at least three to five hours to achieve the desired consistency.

Moreover, the fatty meat was stewed to this point, melting in the mouth, which means it was stewed for quite a long time.

It might even take more than three to five hours.

And most importantly!

This pot of braised pork is definitely not the result of being forced into a soft and mushy state using a pressure cooker.

Only slow simmering over low heat can achieve this level of richness and depth.

Really, Robb is absolutely certain.

Don't believe me? Look, the collagen in this meat has all been stewed out!

Whether it's open or not, you know perfectly well!

One bite.

It will have a slightly sticky feeling in your mouth.

This flavor is something that no amount of technology or ruthless craftsmanship can fake.

No one could possibly achieve such delicious results by taking shortcuts.

It can only be made by stewing it little by little, it takes a lot of effort!

the most important is!

Luo Botou looked at the braising liquid in the pot again, with an expression of utter disbelief.

The braising sauce is thick and glossy.

The color is a very reddish hue; he initially said it was from thickening with cornstarch, but now that I see it...

It's more like the result of simmering for a long enough time and then letting the sauce naturally reduce.

How so?

It's the natural thickening effect of the collagen and sugar in the pork skin, released after a long period of stewing.

"This is fucking terrible!"

Be aware of this.

Luo Botou felt completely unwell.

So I misjudged it just now?

What about his condescending comments?

Does that mean he's shameless?

Oh no!

Luo Botou subconsciously scooped up another spoonful.

"And this taste..."

He didn't swallow it immediately, but savored it carefully in his mouth.

This process was painful; he really wanted to take a big bite and then do the same as the heartless fans around him.

They tear at things like hyenas and swallow them like wild boars.

But he can't do it!

He's a seasoned expert in braising.

He has to carefully examine and appreciate it.

The braising liquid lingered on his tongue for a long time, and Rob's face was full of pain.

"Star anise, cinnamon..."

He examined the spices one by one again, becoming increasingly alarmed with each identification.

The proportions are so precise!

The flavor of every spice is just right! Absolutely just right!

If it weren't for luck.

That would be extremely terrifying.

"No, no!"

Luo Botou quickly shook his head.

"It definitely wasn't luck; if it were luck, it would be impossible to achieve such perfect proportions!"

Neither one stands out excessively, nor is any one overshadowed.

It's like a perfect recipe that has been adjusted countless times; too much or too little would be too little.

Luo Botou couldn't help but think of his family's recipe, which had been passed down for eight generations.

That's impossible.

Are you kidding me?

Dude, you've really blown this out of proportion!

and.....

Luo Botou couldn't help but frown.

There's a certain richness to this flavor that I can't quite describe.

This is an exaggeration, but it's the truth.

No spice can bring out this feeling; only time, the flavor that comes from the sedimentation of time, can create it.

It's like a brine that's been aged for several years.

That sense of layering, that richness, and that lingering aftertaste is something that freshly made braised food can never have.

But the problem is?

impossible!

Luo Botou shook his head violently, banishing the absurd thought from his mind.

Master Su has only been in the city for a few days, where did he get the old brine?

Even if he started cultivating brine from the womb, he could never produce this flavor.

Luo Botou took another bite.

My face hurt even more.

That's the taste, no doubt about it.

It is rich and deep, with a very rich and lingering aftertaste.

Every drop is a concentrated essence of time, stewed until incredibly tender and flavorful.

Rob's hand began to tremble slightly.

There was a faint glimmer of tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Teacher Luo, what's wrong? Teacher Luo, please don't be like this!"

The people around were startled.

Uncle Luo is eating well.

Why did you start crying so suddenly?

[It's all over, Master Luo's Daoist heart has collapsed!]

【Seriously? Is it really that exaggerated?】

[A massive face-slapping moment!]

Why did Master Luo just hand it over as soon as he went up? Even Jiahao next door knew to keep up a fuss!

[If you ask me, this is what a master is like—genuine character!]

The comments section exploded.

Luo Botou's face was full of bitterness. He opened his mouth, but found himself at a loss for words.

How should I describe it?

His family has been making braised dishes for eight generations, and they have a pot of braising liquid that is said to be a century-old braising liquid.

He always thought that was the ceiling with the braised dishes.

But after eating this bowl of braised pork rice today.

His Dao heart had truly collapsed.

The richness, tenderness, and stickiness of this braised pork rice are remarkable.

Their braised dishes are absolutely not worth mentioning!

This is fucking ridiculous!

Who exactly is the family behind the legendary braised food?

Luo Botou dared not think any further.

[No, Uncle Luo's expression is hilarious, hahaha!]

[Can anyone tell me what Uncle Luo was thinking in that one second? Why did his expression change so drastically?]

Who says there aren't good actors in the Chinese entertainment industry! Tell the director to start casting!

Is this what they mean by "it smells so good!"?

[Who just said they wanted to do some science popularization? Where's my science popularization?]

Uncle Luo fell silent, because he was questioning the meaning of life.

Master Su is forever a god!

[I could laugh at Uncle Luo's expression for a year.]

"Uncle Luo?"

"tasty."

Rob finally managed to squeeze out a few words, words he didn't want to admit but had to: "It was delicious..."

"How does it compare to what you make at home?"

Robb immediately lost his composure.

You fucking went too far!

Are you going to chase and kill me?

He quickly left this place of sorrow.

But ten seconds later, Rob returned.

He walked straight to the food cart and said expressionlessly.

"Boss, two more Set Meal B orders, to go."