Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

"By the way, to make it more spiritual, you also need to add your own understanding."

So, what is your own understanding?

Li Mo'an thought about it. The blogger in the short video said that cleaning the large intestine is the key. You need to use flour and white vinegar to scrub it repeatedly until there is no odor.

But he felt that this was wrong.

The large intestine is called "large intestine" because it has a unique flavor. If you wash away all the flavor, what's the difference between it and eating a regular meat tube?

That's right, that's what he added his own interpretation to.

We must preserve some of the purest, most original flavor.

Having figured this out, Li Mo'an began his operation.

He first symbolically rinsed it with water, and then went straight to the blanching step.

His actions were so smooth and professional that Teacher Huang and Peng Peng, who were peeking in from the kitchen doorway, both nodded in approval.

"Judging from this, they've got some skills," Teacher Huang whispered to Teacher He.

"Yes, he doesn't seem like a novice," Teacher He chimed in.

The live stream chat was filled with praise.

"That wok-flipping technique, you couldn't get it right without practicing for at least ten years, right?"

"His knife skills are also good. Look at how fast and steady he is at cutting ingredients."

"It's over, Chef Huang's position is really going to be shaken."

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Next, boiling, frying, and roasting were carried out. Li Mo remained calm and meticulous throughout the process.

The pot soon emitted a rich aroma of soy sauce, mixed with the scent of spices, making one's mouth water.

However, beneath this rich aroma, there seems to be a faint, peculiar scent hidden within.

It smells like the fresh scent of rain-soaked paddy fields, carrying a primal fragrance.

Teacher Huang twitched her nose and frowned, but quickly relaxed.

'It's probably the unique flavor of the spices,' he thought.

Finally, amidst everyone's eager anticipation, Li Mo'an turned off the heat, took the food out of the pot, and plated it.

He steadily placed a plate of braised pork intestines, its color a vibrant red and its sauce thick and rich, on the table.

Judging from its appearance, this dish definitely deserves a 90 out of 100.

"Come on, come on, try our Mo'an's cooking!" Teacher He greeted everyone with a smile.

"It looks delicious!" Pengpeng couldn't wait to pick up his chopsticks.

Viewers in the live stream were commenting things like "It looks so delicious" and "My mouth is watering."

As the chief food expert of the Mushroom House, Teacher Huang naturally had to be the first to taste it.

He picked up a piece; the large intestine was coated in sauce and glistened oily under the light.

He put the large intestine into his mouth, and with a hint of anticipation, began to chew.

The moment it enters your mouth, a burst of sweet, salty, sour, and spicy flavors unfolds on your tongue; the sauce is indeed very well-made.

Teacher Huang nodded in satisfaction.

However, just as he was about to swallow, the second layer of flavor, the flavor that was wrapped in the sauce at the core, suddenly burst forth.

It was a rich, mellow, and penetrating flavor.

Teacher Huang paused in her chewing motion.

The expression on his face began to undergo an extremely fascinating change.

The initial anticipation and satisfaction were quickly replaced by a hint of doubt.

What's that smell?

Immediately afterward, his confusion turned into shock, and his eyes widened slightly, as if he couldn't believe his taste buds.

He seemed to have remembered something, or perhaps he had recognized something.

"Not this?" He looked at Li Mo'an.

Li Mo'an gave him an encouraging look, and he savored it again.

Then, when that smell hit me right in the head, the shock completely transformed into a grotesque mix of pain, helplessness, and nausea.

His facial muscles were twitching, veins were bulging on his forehead, and his hand holding the chopsticks was trembling slightly.

I froze there, my heart pounding.

The entire process of this change in expression: from expectation to doubt, then to shock, and finally settling into a ferocious state that is a mixture of pain, helplessness, and nausea.

It was precisely captured by the camera and presented in its entirety to countless viewers across the country.

The live stream chat exploded instantly.

"Hahahaha, Teacher Huang, what did you eat that made that expression?"

"Best actor! This is absolutely Oscar-worthy acting!"

"Did he eat some wasabi? He looks like he's in so much pain."

"Don't be silly, he's finally experiencing the taste of life!"

Teacher He and Peng Peng also noticed something was wrong, and their smiles froze.

"Teacher Huang, what's wrong? Is it not tasty?" the younger sister asked softly.

Teacher Huang did not answer. He swallowed the food in his mouth with great difficulty.

Then, he looked up and stared at Li Mo'an as if he were an alien.

He suppressed the churning in his stomach, his lips trembling, and in a shaking voice asked the crucial question that struck at the very core of his being:

"Is this... not clean enough?"

All eyes instantly focused on Li Mo'an.

Li Mo'an looked up at Teacher Huang with a calm expression, even showing a hint of confusion about the doubts surrounding his work and regret that his culinary philosophy was not understood.

He uttered that classic line, destined to be etched in the entertainment industry, in a tone that was both matter-of-fact and tinged with pride:

"I deliberately left some of the sausage flavor in, otherwise how would you know you were eating large intestine?"

Upon hearing this, the air in the entire Mushroom House instantly froze.

Teacher He, Peng Peng, and their sister, who were about to reach for their chopsticks, froze in place, their chopsticks hanging in mid-air.

Within a single second, the expressions on their faces became just as varied and fascinating as Teacher Huang's.