Rushing into the kitchen, Su Mo immediately turned off the stove, and the braised Crucian Carp in the Flat Pot was gloriously burnt on one side.
"It's alright, it's alright, just a bit burnt, it's still edible," Jianxiong, seeing the situation wasn't right, coarsely comforted.
Half of the fish had turned pitch black and was even sticking to the pan. Was this just slightly burnt?
Su Mo sighed, but didn't want to waste food, so she plated the fish and said to Jianxiong, "That's close enough, call Feng Yao and the others over."
Within two minutes, Feng Yao had arrived with a few brothers, even bringing his own bowl and chopsticks.
Su Mo deliberately placed the plate of fried pork in front of them. "Each of you eat this pork."
"Does it have some kind of status?" Feng Yao carefully picked up a piece of meat, looked it over, but saw no significant difference from ordinary fried pork.
"Just try it and you'll know."
