Although Old Huang kept saying, "Happy Holidays," it was obvious this was a reminder not to forget to make the steam pot chicken.
Shen Baobao placed a piece of notoginseng on the table, trying hard to break it open to look inside, only to find she had left small dents on the table while the notoginseng remained immovable.
"It's as hard as a rock, how are we supposed to eat this?"
Lin Xu picked it up, sniffed it, and said with a laugh, "Either grind it into powder with a grinding machine or stew it directly in soup. Stop messing with it; be careful not to hurt your hands."
"I got it, I got it!"
Just then, Chezi came over with a basket of freshly steamed buns and said, "Boss, the buns are steamed."
"Okay, let me try one and see how it is."
Early that day, Ji Minghui and Zhuang Yizhou, feeling that everyone had been working hard the past few days, decided to deep-fry some dough sticks. However, they lost track of the amount and made far too many.
