After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

With tears streaming down his face, he stuffed mouthfuls of piping hot mutton into his mouth, chewing until his mouth was dripping with juice, completely disregarding his image!

At this moment, he couldn't even use chopsticks properly, so he simply picked up the strainer next to him with his hand, haphazardly shoveled the freshly cooked mutton into his bowl, and swallowed it like a starving ghost.

"Mmm...it's so delicious...how can it be so delicious..."

Zhao Chengming chewed, choking back incoherent sobs. Tears mingled with his steam, dripping down his cheeks onto the table.

Thirty years of pride were utterly crushed before this ultimate delicacy, leaving not even a trace.

He didn't want to cry, but he couldn't control his tears at all, and he couldn't control his hands as he frantically ate!

With each chew, the purest grassy aroma and natural milky fragrance from the grasslands explode wildly in your mouth.

This exquisite sweetness needs no fancy ingredients to enhance it.

This piece of meat itself is the most unbeatable base ingredient!

This scene left everyone in the hall stunned.

Just moments ago, Zhao Chengming was threatening to call the Food and Drug Administration to shut down his shop... but now he's at a roadside stall, eating a pot of boiled meat in plain water, tears streaming down his face and sobbing uncontrollably!

"Hahaha! Old Zhao, eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you!"

Li Dayong was the first to react, slapping his thigh and laughing so hard he almost fell over, his voice booming:

"Hey, who just said they were going to call the food and drug administration to shut down the shop? Your eating manners are even more vulgar than mine, a coal miner!"

"Old Zhao, does this 'technology combined with ruthless work' meet your approval?"

Mr. Qian, who was also watching the show with amusement and not wanting to miss out on the excitement, held a cup of Yunwu white tea in his hand and added insult to injury with a grin.

Faced with the merciless ridicule of the crowd, Zhao Chengming seemed deaf and ignored it.

His mind was completely blank except for the pot of bubbling clear soup and mutton in front of him.

He devoured the whole plate of premium lamb, weighing a full pound, in less than five minutes!

Even after finishing the meat, he was still not satisfied, his eyes fixed on the bronze pot.

After being cooked in a hot pot with a whole plate of premium lamb, the originally crystal-clear water now turned a light milky white.

The surface of the water resembled several pieces of crystal-clear jade fat, not only free of any blood foam, but also exuding an extremely tempting and pure meaty aroma.

This is clean water!

How did plain water, without a single scallion or ginger slice, and just enough water to cook a plate of mutton, turn into such a glossy and lustrous broth?!

Zhao Chengming's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

As a chef who has been making hot pot for thirty years, his reason told him that this violated all the common sense of cooking, but his body and instincts were clamoring for it.

With trembling hands, he scooped a full bowl of steaming hot "meat-washing water" from the copper pot.

Looking at the bowl of plain water, Zhao Chengming tilted his head back and poured the scalding hot mutton soup into his mouth!

"boom--!"

The moment the soup entered his throat, Zhao Chengming felt as if a great bell had been struck in his brain!

Without any seasonings to overpower the flavor, this soup contains only the pure, natural sweetness of the mutton itself released in the boiling water!

It's a milky fragrance with the scent of fresh grass from the prairie, pure and ethereal, yet possessing a profound depth that strikes right at the soul!

Zhao Chengming held the empty white porcelain bowl tightly in both hands, tears streaming down his face.

In the past thirty years, how many precious medicinal herbs has he added to the base ingredients in pursuit of so-called "ultimate freshness"?

How much sea cucumber and dried scallops were added? In the end, all those complicated procedures and expensive ingredients were no match for this simple bowl of plain water!

"call……"

Five or six minutes passed before Zhao Chengming finally let out a long sigh of relief.

He put down the white porcelain bowl in his hand, grabbed a tissue from the table, and vigorously wiped away the tears on his face.

His eyes, which were originally bloodshot and filled with obsession and madness, were now dim but had an unprecedented clarity.

He looked shakily at the completely transparent open kitchen.

In the kitchen, Lin Fan remained as calm and composed as ever.

He was looking down, holding a purple-gold cleaver that emitted a dark golden glow, and processing a piece of fresh black mountain pork.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

The sound of the cleaver hitting the cutting board seemed to be striking Zhao Chengming's fragile nerves at that moment.

Seeing his dazed expression, Li Dayong, standing nearby, clapped off the bits of mutton from his hands and chuckled as he reminded him:

"Old Zhao, don't think that Boss Lin's only specialty is mutton. Let me tell you, anything you pick out from this stall will shatter your worldview!"

Zhao Chengming paused for a moment, then looked down with a somewhat dazed expression.

As soon as he entered and sat down, a cup of tea was already laid out on the table.

Just now, his mind was full of "technology and hard work," and he was restless and didn't even look at the glass of water properly, treating it as just ordinary barley tea served to customers at a roadside stall.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Chengming's pupils instantly contracted!

Strangely enough, the tea emitted no steam at all, but instead gave off a cool, refreshing fragrance that went straight to the nose.

The fragrance was neither floral nor fruity, but rather an exquisitely sweet scent, like the aroma of melting snow, carrying the scent of earth and pine needles!

"What...what kind of tea is this?"

Zhao Chengming's throat felt dry, and he subconsciously picked up the glass.

In a state of extreme shock and confusion, he brought the rim of the cup to his lips and took a small sip.

The moment the tea touches your lips—

"Buzz!"

Zhao Chengming felt as if his tongue was being brushed by an extremely cool yet extremely gentle breeze!

The heat I felt from overeating hot mutton and dipping it in rich sauce was instantly melted away by the tea, like ice and snow meeting a hot iron.

The lingering muttony smell and salty sesame sauce aroma in my mouth were instantly washed away by this cool and sweet scent.

Instead, it is filled with sweetness and refreshing sensation!

"This...how is this possible?!"

Zhao Chengming's eyes widened as he stared intently at the glass in his hand, completely stunned and shocked, as if struck by lightning!

"A simple cup of tea to cut through the greasiness... how could it seal in the aftertaste of mutton so completely? It even instantly soothed the heat in my stomach?!"

Having run a hot pot restaurant his entire life, Zhao Chengming knows all too well what the most difficult problems to solve in a hot pot restaurant are – "greasy" and "heaty".

Countless hot pot restaurants have invested heavily in research and development of sour plum drink, bitter tea, and herbal tea, but none of them can achieve even one ten-thousandth of the effect of this cup of tea!

This is hardly a cup of tea.

This is clearly the perfect ending to this top-notch lamb feast!

"How much...how much is this cup of tea?"

Zhao Chengming's voice trembled as he turned to look at Li Dayong, his eyes filled with nothing but endless fear.