Shen Muyan: "Fine Sand Pig Liver?"
Lu Qin explained, "Fine Sand Pig Liver is also called Yellow Sand Run or powder liver. It's a special variety of pig liver with a delicate, tender texture, making it ideal for Liver Paste Soup."
"Third problem: the stock was a little too oily and yellow. They probably used older chickens and ducks for the stock, or used fatty pork instead of lean meat. That made the stock too rich and overpowered part of the liver paste's flavor."
After Lu Qin finished his analysis, the three people on Shen Muyan's side were left with nothing but silence and shock.
Like a doctor taking someone's pulse to make a diagnosis, Lu Qin had accurately identified every "symptom" in Hu Zhijun's Liver Paste Soup.
Mai Dejun felt somewhat ashamed. He truly had not noticed the stock's overly yellow, oily color. No, it was more that he had not considered it a problem at all. He thought it was normal.
"Ah! Little Shen, it's certain now. Your husband doesn't merely know how to make this Liver Paste Soup."
Shen Muyan nodded, turned off the speakerphone, then stood and walked into a corner.
After gathering herself for a few seconds, she spoke.
"Could I trouble you to help make this Liver Paste Soup? You won't be helping for nothing. I'll give you a red envelope."
"Sure."
Lu Qin agreed readily, not because of Shen Muyan, but for the red envelope.
"Can I ask what's going on? Ouri has so many chefs, yet none of them can make Liver Paste Soup?"
Shen Muyan briefly explained the situation.
"Is the investment substantial?"
"Why are you asking that?"
"So I can name my price. It concerns the size of my red envelope."
Shen Muyan's delicate brows furrowed slightly. Was this man