"Won't it be too greasy if it was braised?"
The few of them stared at the abalone in a daze. After all, it was a side dish that had to be covered with tea. If it was too greasy, it would affect the overall taste.
Li Qing said, "Should we fry it crispy?"
Zhang Tong shook his head and rejected the idea, "The moment the crisp is in contact with the soup, it would become soft."
"Let's make a white-blanched one." An idea came to Xu Le's mind. He said, "The white-blanched abalone will have its original taste retained. It would still be crispy and chewy. When placed on the tea noodles, it won't steal the limelight."
"Good idea!"
Zhang Tong nodded repeatedly and thought to himself, 'Why didn't I think of doing this?'
Then, his admiration for Xu Le increased.
The processed abalone was stripped of its internal organs, pressed from above, and sliced horizontally with a knife.
