"Hmm?"
"The combination of pork and water chestnut, is it some kind of meatball?"
Xia Yu didn't forget to observe the other kitchen.
To be honest, he was genuinely curious about Wei Zhong's responsive recipe.
Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit.
Moreover, this was a contest where the loser would be branded with the "Tasteless Mark," akin to a life-and-death battle. How could Xia Yu naively assume that Wei Zhong would hold back at this moment?
He had meticulously prepared a "Golden Arrow," ready to shoot down a golden eagle.
And what about Wei Zhong?
Since he had put a chef's dignity and identity on the gambling table as the conditions for victory or defeat, the weight of the wager was bound to be extraordinary!
"Meatball?"
Xia Yu frowned slightly, "Does this count as part of the pastry category? And as for ancient recipes related to meatballs, I can't think of any!"
He didn't dwell on it.
