This was a rapid cooling process. If it was too slow, he would not get the texture he wanted. Zhao Bai worked with complete focus, leaving no room for the slightest lapse. Once he confirmed it had cooled completely, he took out another handy tool.
Gale Katana.
He did not use this thing often, and it was terrible for fighting, but whenever he needed to air-dry meat, Zhao Bai always felt he could not do without it.
Of course, he had to open the window first.
A thirty-meters-per-second gust howled past, rushing out through the window. Every shard of ice and trace of moisture was swept away in an instant. Zhao Bai satisfiedly put away the Gale Katana, then returned the taut piece of meat to the fire and roasted it until the pigskin was slightly charred.
Then came the polishing.
He could not let it lose the crispness created by roasting, but all the blackened char on the surface had to be removed. He could only lightly scrape it with the flat of his knife, shaving those bits into powder.
"Headmistress, come taste this!"
Zhao Bai brought out his carefully prepared Ice-Roasted Pork Belly, cut into mahjong-tile-sized cubes and arranged in a 4×4 grid on a jade-colored plate. He brushed on a layer of honey, making the color even more enticing and the flavor more layered.
"What is this?"
After learning that it was pork, Theresa looked somewhat disdainful. Chefs just loved making these sorts of alterations, commonly known as "making it look too expensive to eat."
"Let me try it..."
Theresa picked up a piece and put it into her mouth. Her teeth sank gently into it. The crisp skin, silky fat, and tender lean meat—three entirely different textures came together in one bite, and she felt as