After listening to Xue Ping talk on the phone for a long time, Zhou Yu put down his pen and stood up, smiling as he walked to the window.
It turned out they were calling to ask about the extraordinary lion's head dish Zhou Yu used to make when he had a restaurant. Back then, he taught them how to make it in the kitchen.
"The rest you already know. The key is the cooking time. The lion's head must be a dish that waits for people, not people waiting for the dish. If you stew it too long, the meat will crumble and won't be tender. Simmer it on low heat for at most an hour, no more!"
At this point, Zhou Yu suddenly thought of someone, a young man he had competed against for a position on Wanglong Mountain a few days ago!
"Oh, I once saw someone use a magical method to make lion's head. He didn't even knead the meat mixture properly, and his control of the heat was exquisite. Heh heh, telling you this is useless; I tried several times and couldn't learn it, let alone you guys."
