Cheng Dong and the others swallowed their saliva, and then they felt their stomachs letting out a mournful cry, like they hadn't eaten anything for months, filled with the longing for that pot of braised lamb.
Hold it together, Cheng Dong! You're a firefighter with discipline and steel-like willpower! The locals haven't eaten yet, you absolutely can't reach out!
Cheng Dong felt his hand uncontrollably reaching for the chopsticks, and had to scream internally, which somewhat calmed the impulse.
At this moment, Shen Teng happened to carry a box of mineral water over, took a deep breath as he looked into the pot, and couldn't help but praise: "As expected of my idol, this lamb is the Ningxia salt-marsh lamb I bought, and only when it's in your hands can it truly showcase its rightful flavor. Others are just not quite right."
