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The lion's head meatballs were ready.
Tian Lin looked at the meatballs in the pot with a tinge of disappointment.
She had high expectations for this dish. She watched every step Jiang Feng took while making it, noting that even chopping the meat was complicated. He used such high-quality, fatty pork belly that she had imagined the result would be a dish so stunningly delicious.
Just like the meals Jiang Weiguo used to make many years ago.
It had been many years since Tian Lin had tasted Jiang Weiguo's cooking, to be exact, she had only eaten it a few times and couldn't even remember the taste anymore. She only remembered that Jiang Weiguo's meat dishes were unlike anyone else's.
They were different even before reaching the mouth, just the smell alone was captivating, as if the dish was sprinkled with luminous powder and was glowing.
