So fragrant!
He looked at the steak on the plate with evaluation in his eyes.
To the naked eye, it appeared no different from an ordinary steak, but it was actually divided into two layers, inner and outer.
The outer layer of meat wrapped around the inner meat, serving as insulation.
However, when Bolun took a bite from the steak he had cut, an unexpected sound occurred—
Crunch!
A crisp sound echoed in his mouth.
That was not a sound that beef should make.
Bolun was astonished; he could feel the characteristic heaviness of beef on the tip of his tongue, but his attention was more fixated on the crispiness.
It was...
Potatoes!
After tasting carefully, Bolun made his judgment.
"The mashed potatoes were fried to make a 'shell,' like meat, encasing the real steak... impressive," he commented.
Bolun would never skimp on his compliments.
Because it was deserved.
It would show his magnanimity and also win some favor from the person being praised.
