In the back kitchen.
Master Xue frowned, looked at the steak in the porcelain plate, frowned, a little uncertain.
He and Master Lu came to Taihe Hotel first, and they were more familiar with Su Qingfeng.
Su Qingfeng stood aside and gently collected the juice and braised the ribs with chestnuts. Then he heard the voice of Master Xue:
"Lao Lu, do you think this steak is really OK? It's really strange for foreigners to eat. They don't eat well cooked food, but they like blood hula."
"It turns me off. It's better to have a bowl of porridge with pickles."
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