"No, it can't be. How can there be such a taste?"
Wu Zhaoxiong's face was filled with shock, he murmured in disbelief, "It's not possible, you didn't add any sweet condiments just now, how can there be such a sweet sensation?!"
He was also a chef and was much more sensitive to flavors than the average person.
Even so, he had to admit that Su Xuan's teriyaki lion's head had reached another level under that lingering sweet taste on the tip of the tongue.
This exquisitely flavorful dish, even when compared to the teriyaki lion's head made by Master Zhu in the past, was in a different league.
But Wu Zhaoxiong was not willing to admit this fact, just as he was reluctantly about to deny the quality of the dish. Suddenly, other chefs around who had tasted the dish burst into exclamations of amazement.
"This is truly a heavenly delicacy!"
"Indeed, what is this sweet sensation? Why does it linger so persistently on the tip of the tongue?"
