Large chunks of beef were sprinkled with peppercorns and salt. The rosy meat gleamed like a young maiden's complexion, astonishingly springy; when dropped onto the chopping board, it actually bounced lightly like a rubber ball, wobbling like jelly.
Simply looking at it was an extraordinary pleasure.
For grilled veal, the heat had to be kept very low. Zhao Bai carefully turned Jiemie down to its lowest power output. The ever-burning greatsword shed its flames, taking on the texture of solidified lava, its blade covered in spreading cracks that glowed with orange-red light.
Zhao Bai carefully tossed the veal onto the greatsword.
Sizzle—
The rich fragrance of fat crashed over them like a tidal wave. Zhao Bai took a deep breath and carefully prepared the delicate ingredients, striving to serve them to the diners at the precise moment their aroma was most fully released.
That was the mission of food, and the mission of a chef.
Fu Hua sat at a table in the restaurant, waiting eagerly with the others for their free dinner.
Theresa had told her that they had caught Boss Zhao in a good mood, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Not only was this meal free, but anything Boss Zhao made when he was in a good mood tasted even better than usual.
Fu Hua was not surprised by that.
She was surprised by something else.
Even Tai Chi could not cure Zhao Bai's inner demons, yet playing a detective puzzle game had cured them in the end?
It was truly baffling.
For the first time, Fu Hua felt that she had fallen behind the times.
The sizzling, oil-glistening beef was served. Zhao Bai appeared especially cautious, as though the beef on the plate might fly away entirely if he was not careful. His inexplicably tense posture made Fu Hua