There are many annoying things in life, but being defeated in one’s best field is definitely the most frustrating.
Mr. Zhuo is feeling this way right now.
Having raised cattle and sheep for half a lifeti and eaten their at, he was finally completely surpassed by a young lad.
It’s really an incredibly annoying feeling.
Oh?
No way!
Suddenly, Mr. Zhuo’s eyes lit up. Although I’ve been raising cattle and sheep for nearly half my life, I’m not a chef!
I’m a breeder, he’s a chef; there’s no point in competing when we’re not even in the sa field!
Having figured this out, Mr. Zhuo’s mood suddenly brightened again, and he found the lamb tasting extra tender.
Wang Fan wasn’t concerned with his future father-in-law’s reactions. He was focused on following his uncle’s advice, executing the plan perfectly.
As soon as Zhuo’s mom’s bowl was empty, the at from Wang Fan’s serving chopsticks would imdiately appear in her bowl, occasionally accompanied by fresh vegetables — emphasizing a balanced mix of protein and greens.
Zhuo Qianqian felt like she had beco invisible, contemplating whether she should feel jealous of her mom.
Fortunately, Wang Fan occasionally tossed so at her way, preventing her from drifting too far off course.
The fat from the lamb had infused the broth, making its aroma richer.
Wang Fan promptly produced a bowl of sesa paste and a bowl of oil dips as condints.
Sesa paste is a northern dish, whereas oil dips are more popular in the South. Wang Fan emphasized a fusion of northern and southern styles.
Choose whichever you like; only kids make such choices.
Wang Fan picked up a piece of brisket, lightly swirled it in the hotpot, and since the brisket was relatively fatty, it cooked very quickly. Once it changed color, he quickly retrieved it and placed it in a bowl.
Then, he scooped half a spoonful of the perfectly blended sesa paste and drizzled it over the freshly fetched brisket.
The smoothly blended paste was as silky as satin, with the rich fragrance of peanuts and sesa intertwining beautifully, creating an irresistible aroma.
The bright yellow sauce falling on the pale gray brisket perates it with color; a gentle stir allows the at and sauce to rge constantly, ensuring every piece of lamb is evenly coated.
Zhuo Qianqian, biting her chopsticks, gazed ardently at this bowl of at, feeling her mouth watering, just waiting for her teeth to unclench and unleash a wave.
Her heart couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed since she suspected this bowl was also ant for her mom.
She couldn’t be jealous over her mom; surely, the boss was just putting on a good show in front of her mom. She understood... Hey?
Just as she was lost in thought, Zhuo Qianqian was surprised to find the bowl of lamb at placed in front of her!
"Try this brisket; the taste is best dipped in the sesa paste."
Wang Fan’s pleasant voice rang in her ear, prompting Zhuo Qianqian to obediently pick up the bowl and apprehensively start eating the at.
The brisket was indeed among the best parts for hotpot, with evenly distributed fat offering a smooth but not greasy taste. As soon as Zhuo Qianqian tasted it, she found the at tender, juicy, and extrely elastic.
With each bite, she savored the unique aroma of lamb, enriched by the sesa peanut paste, which added layers of flavor complexity.
The sesa peanut paste contained little salt, allowing Zhuo Qianqian to discern a dab of sweetness amidst each bite. The sweetness from the peanuts and a hint of salt mingled with the at, enhancing the delightful salty-sweet taste, making her want to gobble up all the at in the bowl.
This was her thought, and naturally, she acted on it.
Why worry about appearances when dining at ho? What aning would a ho hold otherwise?
Her chopsticks darted back and forth rapidly, transporting slices of at from the bowl to her mouth.
Zhuo’s mom discreetly glanced at Wang Fan, seeing him watching her daughter with a delighted smile, not the least bit upset but rather genuinely happy.
Zhuo’s mom was puzzled, as Wang Fan’s expression reminded her of soone familiar.
"That’s how you should eat at the table. Honey, eat more. See how skinny you are, hahaha."
Hearing Mr. Zhuo’s voice, Zhuo’s mom turned to see him smiling broadly at their daughter’s gluttonous antics.
Zhuo’s mom linked Wang Fan’s smiling face with Mr. Zhuo’s smile. No wonder it seed familiar—weren’t they identical?
So you treat her like your daughter?
Zhuo’s mom was suddenly caught between laughter and tears; could this be the legendary "daddy boyfriend"?
Wang Fan continued placing brisket into the pot. Zhuo’s mom and Mr. Zhuo’s bowls were filling up with his selections.
It turned into Wang Fan’s solo show.
"The brisket at is fine-textured and tender, with intricate marbling and a slippery texture. It has relatively less fat compared to brisket, hence tastes lighter and less greasy. Brisket is typically fresher, with a mild atiness that allows the original lamb flavor to shine, making it ideal for dipping in oil or eating directly."
"Now, the lamb chuck that was placed earlier is ready to eat. Uncle and Aunt, please try so. The chuck was cut thick, but seven minutes of stewing are ample to tenderize it beautifully, offering a rather robust and delicate flavor distinct from other ats."
"Next, try this lamb tripe; it has a different crispness compared to beef tripe, with a sweet and crunchy taste, crisp texture, and the middle portion is even more tender, leaving the hundred leaves crisp and soft, the top, chewy but not tough, fresh and tasty. Qianqian and Uncle should eat more of it; the tripe core is the most tender part, perfect for Aunt."
Zhuo Qianqian was astonished.
Is this still the boss she knows?
She highly doubted Wang Fan had so AI possessing him; otherwise, how could he say so much and cater to her mom and dad so comfortably?
Her mom was another story, already completely gazing at Wang Fan as a son-in-law, and even her dad’s mouth was about to stretch to the edges of his ears. When did the boss gain this skill?!
Wang Fan felt Zhuo Qianqian’s amazent, indulging in so internal satisfaction.
This was the result of consulting Vid for several days — Vid tailored a strategy specifically for Wang Fan, now yielding a trial success in pleasing his future in-laws.
Apparently, Vid managed to make his in-laws treat him as their own son, reducing their daughter, Vid’s wife, to an outsider in her family so much that Mrs. Vid couldn’t even tell if it was her maternal ho anymore.
Wang Fan didn’t aim for such an outco; he just wanted to fit in well.
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