When the pig stomach was cut open, the chicken skin inside had completely turned a golden yellow.
The golden yellow chicken skin itself shimmered with oil, and under the light, it seemed to be draped in a dazzling glow, with smoke curling up, exuding an enticing aroma.
Its vivid color made the diners wonder about the wondrous transformation it underwent during the cooking process.
The golden hue of the chicken skin was not only a visual delight but also a tease for the taste buds, making all the diners eagerly anticipate how delicious it would taste.
"Gulp... Can we eat this yet?"
"Boss Wang, stop slicing and quickly serve this into my mouth!"
"I can't hold on any longer, hurry and bring it to me!"
No matter how anxious the diners were, Wang Fan remained unhurried.
Good things take time, and haste won't yield a perfect pig stomach chicken stew.
You might not eat perfection, but I, Wang Fan, won't serve anything I don't consider perfect.
