The meat was tender and the flavor was rich, and within it, there was an indescribable lingering taste that almost moved Feng Lei to tears, not one to usually be touched by food.
He wanted to say something, but seeing Wu Xiaoshan working tirelessly, he swallowed back his words and began to wolf down the meal hastily.
Before long, having gone back for seconds twice, Feng Lei had his fill and patted his belly, comfortably saying, "Damn, that was fantastic. I've never had beef this delicious in my life!"
He knew all too well the culinary skills of the chefs at his supermarket—there was just no way they could produce such delicious flavors. Clearly, the secret was in the beef.
Wu Xiaoshan took a sip of water, smiled slowly, and said, "President Feng, can we talk business now?"
"Of course!" Feng Lei looked at Wu Xiaoshan with eyes full of surprise, excitedly saying, "Bro, do you have more of this beef?"
