With doubts in his mind, Song Deyue first tasted the stewed lion's head meatball. The meat was fragrant and sweet, and the ginger taste was faint. The water chestnuts were crisp, and the most important thing was the pumpkin paste and the diced chinese asparagus. They were extremely smooth and perfectly fused.
He was extremely shocked. After chewing twice, he tasted half of it again. This time, he specially wrapped it in the pumpkin paste that was poured on the plate. After tasting it carefully, although it was slowly simmered over a small fire, the texture advanced layer by layer. It was really wonderful.
"There's chinese asparagus inside. There's only medicinal fragrance but no bitter smell of herbs. It was handled well in the later stages. It's sweet and delicious. I'm very satisfied."
As Old Master Song spoke, he smiled. The braised lion's head meatball was also rich in sauce and the meat was firm, but it was immediately inferior to the stewed one.
