"Sure, when Boss Hu arrives, let Chezi discuss the supply issue with him. From now on, let's make a soup bucket like this every meal, and sell it until it's gone."
Plates of meat were brought to the dining table in the banquet hall.
In the center of the table was an embedded induction cooker. It hadn't been turned on for long before the fragrance of braised pork ribs wafted out, making all the relatives and friends swallow involuntarily.
Once all the dishes were on the table, everyone put on disposable gloves and dug in.
To fully enjoy these braised pork ribs, you have to hold them in your hands. Using chopsticks like a gentleman won't let you appreciate the essence and wonder of the ribs.
The lean meat was tender and juicy, the fatty meat melted in the mouth, and the fascia clinging to the bones was both soft and tender.
Before nibbling, I thought the meat clinging to the bones would be hard to tear off, but when eating, I found that with a gentle pull, it all came off.
