Xia Zheng took the empty pocket pancake, a look of disappointment on his face. So, this mediocre thing was the especially delicious pocket pancake she spoke of? It was nothing but a hollow steamed bun in his eyes.
It seemed Lin Yuan could read Xia Zheng's thoughts, she wrapped the pocket pancake back up in the clean cloth, smiling as she said, "We have only just started, there's another step to go."
After finishing the rest of the pocket pancakes, Lin Yuan began to prepare the filling.
When she had been selecting ribs earlier, she purposely set aside a piece of tenderloin. Xia Zheng liked sweet flavors, so she decided to make a sweet bean sauce pork tenderloin filling for the pocket pancakes.
