Chapter 224: It's Hard to Paint a Tiger's Skin and Bones (Request for Monthly Votes)_3

Emperor Xiping, "Is it good? How does it compare to the Imperial Chef?"

Shen Fa, "It should... it should be hard to tell them apart!"

"Oh? Is that so?"

Emperor Xiping, eager, picked up his personal seal from the desk, "You say, could this painting 'Tiger Lying on Pine Mountain' trade for a serving of his hotpot?"

...

Under the bright light,

Yang Ge, with a solemn expression, picked up a palm-sized piece of tripe, washed until it was blackish white, and dipped it into the just-boiling chili oil broth, moving it up and down.

Once the tripe's surface slightly bubbled, he placed it into a small bowl only containing sesame oil and minced garlic, wrapped it around, and slowly put it into his mouth.

As the long-missed spicy and crispy yet slightly chewy sensation exploded on his taste buds, he slightly bowed his head, and lowered his eyelids...

"Is it tasty, second brother?"