Xu Xinhua had been working at Building #2 of the Fishing Platform for over a month and was quite familiar with Xie Baomin.
He fetched a clean stainless steel basin and used a long-handled stainless steel ladle to carefully skim off the yellowish grease from the pot.
This grease was originally lard and the seasoning oil from the brine stock.
But with hundreds of chickens being stewed in it daily, the chicken fat had dyed it yellow.
As the grease was skimmed off, the aroma of the brine stock in the pot gradually wafted out.
Xie Baomin sniffed a few times and then gave Lin Xu a thumbs-up. "This brine stock is authentic and generously seasoned. Never mind chicken; anything cooked in this would taste amazing."
He had just eaten and initially didn't want any more. But now, smelling the aroma of the roasted chicken, he couldn't help but want to tear off a drumstick to taste it.
Once all the grease had been skimmed off, Lin Xu checked the color of the roasted chickens.
