The dish arrived, and the guests were eager to dig in, snatching it up to eat.
Meat, who doesn't love it!
And it was presented so beautifully, crystal clear and glistening, with a fragrance that made one's mouth water.
Zhang Shiwan stared dumbfounded at the dish before her, the thin slices of meat didn't seem fried, nor stir-fried, and definitely not roasted...
Could they have been pan-seared?
This mixture of lean and fat, thin as sliced beef shabu-shabu, what meat was it?
She didn't recall ordering this dish, nor had she directed the kitchen to make it; could it be a special courtesy of the hotel for Elder Jing?
Soon after, a pot of soup was served.
Zhang Shiwan had originally arranged for a chicken bone soup, but this pot contained numerous ingredients and had a delicious flavor.
"Shiwan, I didn't expect you to be so adept at arranging food, you must have purchased these ingredients yourself, you must have made this kind of dish before, right?"
