The soup was a deep brown color, and with a sniff, he knew it was braised pork soup, but it seemed that there was no meat inside.
The master chef used a large ladle to scoop a big spoonful of soup and poured it directly over Yang Xiao's rice, then used a slotted spoon to scoop around the bottom of the pot. No meat was found, but there were quite a few meat scraps.
After handing the lunch box to Yang Xiao, the master chef waved his hand, "Off you go."
"Thank you, Master!" Yang Xiao was filled with gratitude towards this tough-looking master chef; appearances could indeed be deceiving.
"Keep it down, and be careful not to attract those hungry wolves." The master chef gave him a glare, "You're new here, right? Young folks need nutrition. If you crave some meat in the future, come find me. My surname is Wu, everyone calls me Master Wu. We don't have meat, but if there's leftover meat soup, I can spare you a ladle."
