As for this point, Zhao Heng was still a little unsure.
Zhao Heng picked up a piece of beef tripe, put it in his mouth, and thought, hmm, it's quite chewy and fragrant. Then he tried other parts, such as the soft and tender beef intestines, the crispy and bouncy beef tendons and beef cartilage, and the slightly peculiar but irresistible beef tongue and burdock. Zhao Heng couldn't help but look at his dad with newfound respect.
"How is it?"
Father Zhao asked eagerly.
"It's really delicious, Dad. How did you come up with this spice formula?"
Zhao Heng nodded and asked with some curiosity.
"I just used the ratio for braised beef and then made some adjustments."
Seeing his son enjoying the food with appreciation, Father Zhao grinned, feeling quite pleased.
"Impressive!"
Zhao Heng couldn't help but give his dad a thumbs up.
