"10 steamed buns with meat filling and 10 potstickers."
"Five of each with the same filling. Boss, what's that hanging there?"
Yang Wei pointed at the things hanging inside Wang Fan's kitchen and couldn't help asking curiously.
Wang Fan had already taken the pork out of the steam oven this morning; it's been air-dried and if left any longer will become cured meat.
Wang Fan chuckled and said, "It's a dish for lunch, Guangfu crispy roast pork, something to look forward to."
Yang Wei nodded, "Is it like that crispy roast pork that's been popular lately outside?"
Wang Fan knew what he meant; he tried a piece yesterday while shopping, and honestly, it wasn't great.
Not to mention the uneven roasting with patches of yellow and black making it unappetizing, the meat lacked flavor and relied heavily on the dipping sauce, with a texture hard as a brick, completely lacking any crispy feel.
