Yuan Zhou had always been fully engrossed in his work. Once he entered the working state, he even forgot the time.
The key to the making of the soybean chicken was the making of the oil skin. If one didn't pay attention, the soybean milk would be burnt and the burnt smell would destroy the whole taste. Therefore, the heat control and the skill to peel off the oil skin were the key. For Yuan Zhou, it was naturally a piece of cake, but he had always been focused on it.
Only after the ingredients were placed into the steamer to be steamed did Yuan Zhou come back to his senses. He looked at the little bit of soybean milk that he had specially left behind and estimated the amount of soybean milk to be enough, so he didn't bother with it anymore.
"Although the bean chicken is a cold snack, it's also delicious when it's hot. Although I don't know why the lady's daughter didn't eat it herself, I think it'll be better if I prepare a hot one."
