It smelled amazing.
But no matter how he looked at it, this was a weapon!
Zhao Bai was highly skilled. He charred all four sides of the ribs on the Jie Mie Greatsword, like the most traditional stone grilling. He sprinkled on some cumin and freshly ground black pepper, and a rich aroma burst forth.
The hotel's beef was all sealed in vacuum-preservation bags, containing coarse salt, rosemary, and all sorts of secret marinade ingredients.
Zhao Bai simply took it out and pan-fried it, and it already carried an intense fragrance.
Durandal was drooling.
Rita's food was indeed delicious, but it came with an inherent air of refinement, carrying the feel of English afternoon tea. It was vastly different from Zhao Bai's rugged grilled-meat style, and neither was inferior to the other.
But to someone who was hungry, between red velvet cake and a huge slab of grilled ribs, she clearly preferred the latter.
"Actually, this should be sealed in a heat-resistant vacuum bag, heated in sixty-degree water for three hours, then flipped and seared for thirty seconds in a two-hundred-degree Celsius cast-iron skillet with butter. Only then can the juices be fully locked in."
"Making delicious food is such a hassle."
It was a showy method, yet it drew nothing but a complaint from Durandal. That was truly unexpected.
Come on, you were the one eating!
Zhao Bai later learned that Durandal thought three hours was far too long. She simply could not wait that long.
The grilled meat was brought to the table. Zhao Bai patiently removed the ribs and cut the beef into pieces before placing them on the plate in front of Durandal. She gently speared a piece with her fork and placed it in her mouth to savor it carefully. Juice burst across her mouth.