At this moment, Xue Ping's stall appeared just like this.
With the water temperature not quite boiling, cooking the lion's head takes even longer than a slow simmer, but fortunately, a lot of time had passed. Now, the lion's head in the large pot started to mature, gradually melding with the other seasonings and spices in the pot. The aroma of the meat broke through all barriers and wafted into the noses of the tourists.
The customers who were initially hesitating whether to queue first for buns or fried rice, now without any hesitation, ran to Xue Ping's stall.
What's there to hesitate about?
Of course, the lion's head has to be bought first!
After all, based on the live broadcasts from the past few days, only one pot of lion's head is made each night; once it's gone, it's really gone.
Chen Mo felt very gratified by the tourists' reactions.
