Chen Mo only knew that the dish was quite good, but he didn't realize just how good it was. Anyway, it looked pretty tasty, and he had already eaten a plate of it while testing it in the morning, so he didn't really think about sharing it with Fang Zhizhong and the others.
With another progress bar complete, Chen Mo quickly turned off the tiny flame and picked out the cabbage leaves covering the clay pot, no longer needing them.
The clay pot's heat-retention feature kept the clear soup inside subtly simmering, with eight meatballs gently floating in the broth.
The three who had been devouring the tofu instinctively turned their attention to the clay pot.
As soon as the cabbage leaves were lifted, the rich aroma they had been searching for hit them again. Clearly, the enticing scent wasn't from Zhou Yu's Lion's Head meatballs in the kitchen, but from Chen Mo's version!
