Zhang Zhenhua took a breath, "Is this barbecue really that good? Which style is it? Northeast barbecue? Zibo barbecue? Or..."
Old Hu thought for a moment, "It doesn't seem to belong to any style. Yesterday, I grabbed a few skewers of meat, how should I put it... the seasoning is milder than Northeast barbecue, the flavor of the ingredients themselves is fresher than southern barbecue, and the texture of the meat is the best I've had, in short, it's particularly delicious!"
Zhang Zhenhua and the other two exchanged glances, with Old Hu's exaggerated praise, they were indeed starting to feel a little expectant.
On the other side, Chen Mo was indeed feeling a bit strange at the moment.
"When I was a kid watching Journey to the West, I thought the Hundred-Eyed Demon Monarch was the scariest monster. Now looking back, it's true!"
