Of course, Zhou Yu would never believe such nonsense.
You can't just master culinary skills in the kitchen overnight. If you could really make such delicious soup dumplings just by watching Douyin, then no one would become an apprentice anymore; they'd just swipe Douyin all day, right?
Disbelief aside.
Zhou Yu assumed Chen Mo said it simply to avoid revealing his master's name, as his own teacher had said something similar when he completed his apprenticeship.
"When you're out there making a name for yourself, causing trouble or doing embarrassing things, don't say you're my apprentice."
There's that Bodhi Ancestor vibe.
But no matter what, this clear-braised soup dumpling indeed left Zhou Yu in awe. Holding the half dumpling in his bowl, he twisted around and went back to the canteen, taking several photos and sending them to his master, who he was chatting with earlier.
"Is this for real? Master, he didn't firm up the meat stuffing while making this dish."
