Ye Tianfan, a devoted foodie, couldn't help but feel all his pores open up as he inhaled the sumptuous aroma of the dishes.
"Brother Xiao Er, what are these dishes, and how are they made?" Ye Tianfan couldn't resist asking, though he couldn't replicate such flavors, knowing the methods might ensure he doesn't starve in the wilderness.
The waiter chuckled and said, "Sir, you have a keen eye. This dish is 'Braised Lion's Head', our signature dish at Mountain Sea Garden. It's fragrant, tender, sweet at first bite, and very famous within a hundred miles of Yu Garden City."
Ye Tianfan swallowed hard, picked up his chopsticks, and sampled it. Immediately, he closed his eyes and nodded profusely. "Ah, the texture is amazing, but the cooking is even better—so tender, so delicious, impressive! Still, it doesn't taste like pork, does it?"
