Chen Mo in the food truck placed the already chopped meat filling into a bowl and then added some seasonings.
Then he rolled the meat filling in his hands, while patting on some cornstarch solution.
"Hey? This guy is making lion's head meatballs without compacting the meat filling, quickly take a sneaky picture, he's just messing around!"
Xue An said indignantly.
After all, if they intended to ride this wave of popularity, they needed a rightful reason.
Xue Ping furrowed his brows, clearly deep in thought.
"What are you doing, Bro, hurry up and take the picture."
Xue Ping raised his hand to stop Xue An from speaking, "He's not compacting the meat filling."
"Right, isn't this just pure nonsense?"
Xue Ping suddenly remembered what Master Zhou said on the phone earlier; apparently, he met a master in the north who also doesn't compact the meat filling when making lion's head meatballs!
"Don't rush, let's watch a bit more."
