Under the camera, Fu Yunhe fished out the seasoning he had just used to cook the meat, chopped it up, and stir-fried it with chopped dried vegetables.
Next, he added some spices, some broth, and let it simmer for about eight minutes.
"Boss, why don't you give us a taste of that dish?"
"Right, my stomach is growling uncooperatively."
"Your stomach? My tears are flowing out of my mouth."
"First time seeing saliva described so elegantly."
"This dried vegetable is really potent."
"Feels even better than meat."
"Why don't they sell this dish on interstellar? I want to make some myself."
"It really isn't available?"
By this time, Fu Yunhe had already cut the pork belly into slices about one centimeter thick, placed them in a basin, seasoned and colored them again, and then began plating, laying them on the bottom of the plate.
"Mustard and Siberian kale can also be made into dried vegetables." Fu Yunhe looked up at Nian Shutong, seeing her nod.
