He'd been wondering about the familiar taste of the batter shell while he was eating, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
It wasn't until he heard the two of them talking that he had a sudden realization—it was made from mashed potatoes.
Recalling the cooking process, it didn't seem to be entirely mashed potatoes. He was sure that, at the very least, mashed potatoes couldn't turn into a batter-like state.
If he thought the previous pan-fried venison steak didn't require much skill, then these octopus balls, in his eyes, were more than enough to demonstrate Lin Chen's powerful creativity and ability to improvise.
No mold? He thought to use sea urchin shells as a substitute.
No batter? He thought to process mashed potatoes as a substitute.
He even had to consider extracting salt from seawater. The technical skill hidden inside this seemingly ordinary ball was considerable.
