Fu Yu and Zhang Zhen continued busying themselves with their work, while in their hearts they wondered if the noodle balloon dish design would win the customers' approval.
That's how culinary innovation works.
Every new dish being introduced feels like a lottery draw, filled with anxiety and anticipation.
At the same time, Yao Shi rushed from Qianlima to the music restaurant.
As soon as he entered, he got the news that the customers for the engagement banquet had come to try the dishes and hurried over to the private room.
The customers were a young couple and their parents, six people gathered around the dining table, with four prepared dishes in front of them.
"What's this?"
The young woman looked curiously at the noodle balloon dish placement.
On the white plate was a golden round ball, which looked like it was made of dough, very thin, with the sunlight refracting through the window, vaguely revealing a shadow inside.
"It looks like... a pancake?"
