What do you say?
On-site, in front of the TV, countless people had their curiosity piqued by the Tang Family Master's words.
Even the young talents on stage perked up their ears.
But the Tang Family Master suddenly stopped, giving a warning look to the young man in front of him, and said, "You can explain it yourself. And, it's entirely up to you whether you want to or not."
Xia Yu found it amusing, "It's not some national secret, just a dish, an impromptu creation of mine."
"Actually—"
He took a step forward, picked up the ladle, and stirred the pot. The broth and the black beans at the bottom swirled with the spoon, and the entire soup shimmered mysteriously under the light.
Putting down the ladle, Xia Yu faced the camera and held up two fingers, "I've divided this dish into two parts."
"Ahem, to put it more simply, this dish is about self-attack and self-receive, a fusion of both."
Self-attack and self-receive?
