Having said that, Dog Xiaotian started pondering intensely on the side...
Qin Shou didn't mind him and peacefully prepared his own delicious food.
Zhou Buhuo, looking at Qin Shou's big iron pot, shook his head and said, "Rabbit, this pot of yours is really too shabby! In my many years of experience, a good dish must be made in a quality pot... Even the wood used for firing is particular; different quality woods produce flames of different heats and methods, which also affect the taste of the food. Of course, if the pot is good enough, it can make up for any shortcomings of the fire."
Qin Shou was taken aback, but he believed it. In his past life, he liked using pressure cookers for bones, but he could never achieve the taste of food from a big iron pot... Gas stoves would never be as good as cooking with firewood, it's all the same principle.
So Qin Shou asked, "Zhou, what do you use to cook with then?"
