Yang Ruxin roughly explained the method of making hotpot base to Cheng Qian, and then let him experiment with it. There was no other way; she didn't know how to make it in detail either. Back then, she had just skimmed through it a few times online while looking up food recipes. Remembering the gist of it was already an accomplishment.
Fortunately, Cheng Qian was originally a chef. Although Dao Xuzi had reattached his broken leg, which still needed some time to recover, preventing him from standing for long periods, he couldn't resist his urge to experiment. Meanwhile, Cheng Fofo loved cooking, so the father and daughter worked well together, one instructing and the other executing. After a few trials, the flavor had now become quite similar to the spicy taste of modern times.
"How is it?" Cheng Qian and Cheng Fofo looked at Yang Ruxin nervously.
