Lin Chen had saved the best parts for him: meaty lamb ribs, fatty lamb with clear marbling, and a tender leg of lamb.
These cuts, whether hot-potted, roasted, or boiled, were all absolutely incredible.
"In Western cuisine, the loin and small ribs are perhaps the most popular cuts of lamb, but Chinese cuisine is different. We can process each part according to its characteristics, wasting nothing and giving more value to its death."
After setting the two pots of meat to cook, Lin Chen went inside the house and brought out a few potatoes.
"Is there anything I can do?"
Seeing Lin Chen bustling about, Andre gulped audibly and felt it wasn't right to just stand there foolishly.
"No rush," Lin Chen said, waving his hand. "How did you get here? Did you cross the river? I remember the surface wasn't frozen when I went out this morning."
"Yeah, I took off my pants, boots, and socks, walked across, and then put them back on. That's why I'm barely wet."
"You what???"
