Bai Xiaoming nodded his head in praise. "Impressive. When I went to Jiangsu for a business trip, I ate this Huaiyang dish. Back then, it was made by a famous local chef. The filling in it was crab roe, and it came out without fail. It's not bad, but it's definitely not as good as your cooking."
"Haha, you flatter me."
Xu Le was humble.
Bai Xiaoming said stubbornly, "It's true. I'm not saying anyone is bad. Your stewed lion's head is even better than what I've eaten in the hands of the local chefs. There's no greasy taste of the pork at all. What should this dish be about? It has to be particular about the clear soup, soft meat, and light taste. What the little Master Chef makes is the best!"
Xu Le was so flattered that he couldn't find his bearings. He went to the kitchen and said, "I'll go take a look at my chicken wings."
