The minced meat went into the broth.
Now to wait for it to cook.
Jiang Yao began preparing the bread for the roujiamo.
In fact.
The bread was a very important part of a roujiamo, too.
Even if the meat mattered more.
If the bread tasted mediocre, the final result would still leave something to be desired.
Otherwise, why call it a meat sandwich?
So, the bread mattered, too.
It couldn't have the texture of some flaky, crunchy discount knockoff.
That would really cheapen it!
It needed some substance.
But it couldn't be too thick, either.
There was actually a standard for striking that balance.
No matter what flour was used to make the bread, as long as it was meant for roujiamo.
There was a Jiang Yao Ratio to follow.
Yes, that miraculous ratio Jiang Yao had discovered. What else would he call it?
The bread couldn't be too thin, or it would be like eating nothing but meat, without enough variety.
It couldn't be too thick, either. Taking a bite and getting no meat would be even worse.
The thickness of the bread had to complement the meat perfectly.
Only then could the roujiamo's sacred glory shine through!
After all, it had once been Jiang Yao's favorite!
For the flour, he chose the Xianzhou's one-person jiahe.
It really was versatile!
Once he finished the bread.
Jiang Yao began chopping the other fillings.
A roujiamo with nothing but meat was honestly just an insult to the eater.
Seriously.
Add a few peas, but not too many, or they would affect the flavor.
Then some pickled mustard stems, with the amount adjusted to personal taste.
In short, it would be delicious.
However.
There was a problem.
This world didn't have peas or pickled mustard stems!
At least, not the kinds