This Is the Derby

Huang Kaiwen used a knife to cut the beef shank into strips three fingers wide.

It was not a particularly good knife, but it was quite handy for cutting meat. There was no sense of resistance at all, which made Huang Kaiwen wonder what those knives costing hundreds or thousands of euros were even for.

After soaking all the beef shank in cold water,

Huang Kaiwen lightly fried spices such as angelica root, bay leaves, and star anise, then ground them up. He wrapped them in gauze and rinsed them in cold water.

"What's this for?"

Kaka asked curiously.

"To wash off some of the foam and reduce the medicinal potency a little."

Huang Kaiwen said.

Only after finishing the prep work did Huang Kaiwen wash his hands.

"Are we eating this beef today?"

Inzaghi asked.

"Of course not. The braised beef still needs to soak overnight in soy sauce and spices. It can only be cooked tomorrow, then cooled."

Huang Kaiwen explained.

"So we stood here watching you make beef for half the day, and it's not actually for us?"

Inzaghi asked, his eyes wide.

Huang Kaiwen snapped his fingers and nodded. "You finally got something right."

"No wonder you were so serious about it. Turns out it wasn't to treat us." Inzaghi flopped onto the sofa and said weakly, "I was such a fool, really. I thought you had a conscience."

"My cooking isn't better than a chef's."

Huang Kaiwen kicked him lightly. "I called you guys here today to give me some ideas. What kind of games should the game company I just bought develop?"

Although acquiring SNK was guaranteed to turn a profit, Huang Kaiwen did not want to merely lease out its IP for skins in other games.

"I think it should just keep developing