In Wang Yi's experience, though, most people who tried mutton paomo thought it tasted delicious.
When Wang Yi handed Rose a bowl of mutton paomo, Rose lifted the lid and frowned.
"What's this?"
The strong, gamey smell that wafted out when he opened the lid made Rose hesitate.
"It's edible."
Wang Yi said.
Then he handed Westbrook a bowl as well.
Westbrook took it and lifted the lid, only to frown too.
"What kind of dark cuisine is this?"
Wang Yi smiled kindly and nodded at him. "It's edible."
Little Danny looked disgusted. "But it smells pretty strong."
Wang Yi smiled kindly and nodded at him. "But it's edible."
The players and team staff all turned up their noses at one thing or another, but Wang Yi always answered with a kind smile: "It's edible."
Bond asked, "Boss, what kind of meat is this? You know I can't eat pork during the season. And you haven't eaten pork in three years either, right?"
Wang Yi still smiled kindly and nodded at him. "It's edible."
Everyone burst out laughing.
Just then, Rose picked up a slice of lamb with his chopsticks.
He smelled it first. It was a little gamey, but actually smelled pretty good.
After Wang Yi assured him it was edible, Rose cautiously took a small bite.
As soon as the lamb touched his tongue, the frown on Rose's face melted away, and his eyes lit up.
He popped the rest of the slice into his mouth.
He nodded and said, "Mmm, this tastes amazing!"
Seeing that, Westbrook picked up a couple of vermicelli strands with his chopsticks.
He blew on them twice, then slurped them into his mouth like a kid.
His features relaxed too, and he nodded again and again. "Wang Yi said there was delicious food