Chen Mo gave him an affirmative look, "Don't worry, we'll eat last."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Nothing much, just help skim off the oil."
Hou Yao finally understood, for all the dishes under Chen Mo's supervision today, he wouldn't have the chance to touch any core techniques, only doing things like skimming the scum.
This is the kind of work he did when he entered the industry thirty or forty years ago.
Watching Chen Mo lift the lid of a large iron pot, one couldn't immediately see what was cooking inside, but the incoming aroma clearly indicated it was chicken!
The pot was filled to the brim with whole chickens, compressed by a round iron grate from above, with the water in the pot maintaining a state of being almost at a boil.
Chen Mo had been preparing this dish two hours ago, and after such a long period of stewing, it's expected that the chicken inside would be incredibly tender.
"Dezhou Roasted Chicken?"
