Wow! My wife is beautiful and obedient, everyone envies her!

The burly man was delighted to hear this.

He nodded in agreement, picked up his fork, and ate the meat.

But when he took a bite, he was shocked to find that the meat was undercooked.

Although the outside has changed color, the inside is still raw.

Although they have a habit of eating medium-rare or medium-well steaks, after trying the beef cooked in Qiyuantang, they found it hard to swallow.

The burly man dared not spit it out and could only grit his teeth and swallow it.

"Is it delicious?" Qi Yuan asked.

The burly man looked embarrassed: "...It's not cooked."

"It's too hot."

"Yes!"

The burly man cooked a second piece of meat, but this time he overcooked it. It wasn't tender and smooth; instead, it was tough and dry, and he had to chew it several times before he could swallow it.

Qi Yuan then ordered him to heat the third piece.

The burly man was, after all, an adult with the wisdom to learn and improve. He chose a time in the middle for the third piece of meat, and although it wasn't as perfect as Qi Yuan's, it was still better than the first two pieces.

Qi Yuan told him to leave and have other waiters come up to learn how to scald meat.

With the first person's example, the others silently counted the numbers and cooked the meat to perfection.

Congee hot pot isn't just for beef; it also includes seafood.

Seafood takes different amounts of time to cook.

After Qi Yuan demonstrated for them, he let them learn by following along.

Qi Yuan would cook a piece of food for them himself, and in the end, he would let them eat what he had cooked himself.

Only by tasting it can they know what level of doneness is best.

This group of people were terrified of being homeless on the streets in the heavy snow, so they studied very diligently. They mastered the knack of even something as simple as scalding meat without Qi Yuan having to teach them much.

Before we knew it, it was lunchtime.

Qi Yuan asked everyone to sit down and eat the meat that Casio and the others had cut for lunch.

Xiu and Kyle stayed by his side the whole time.

They were watching Qi Yuan's training and were already curious about what was so delicious about this congee hot pot.

Of course, only Kyle and his bodyguards were curious; Xiu had already eaten last night.

They watched for a long time and learned how to do it themselves without Qi Yuan's help.

Kyle heated up a piece of meat for himself, dipped it in the sauce, and stuffed it into his mouth, his eyes widening in astonishment.

"How can it taste so good?" he said. "This is the first time I've ever eaten beef like this."

"Mr. Kyle, how much would you be willing to eat this kind of meal three times a week?" Qi Yuan asked.

Kyle thought for a moment, "The ideal price is five hundred, but eight hundred per meal is also possible."

"How do you feel about a plate of beef priced at 55 yuan?"

"Then I'll order three plates!"

Beef is very cheap in the North State.

Even though it's cheap, some parts might be a little more expensive.

The meat that Qi Yuan chose was the most expensive cut of beef, sliced ​​thinly, and weighed less than half a pound per dish.

However, the price of 55 is reasonable and not very expensive.

Qi Yuan did, after all, select meat from several different parts of the cow.

Different parts of the body have different prices and quantities.

However, after trying all the cuts of beef, Kyle admitted that there was a reason for the high price.

They were eating with great enthusiasm.

Because the stove contained charcoal, Qi Yuan had the restaurant door opened.

A family of three passed by, smelled the delicious aroma wafting from inside, and saw people eating inside.

Thinking the restaurant was open, I went inside.

Asa noticed the person entering and reminded him, "Mr. Qiyuan, a guest has come in."

Qi Yuan looked up at the family of three.

A young couple walked in, leading their child, who looked to be about seven years old.

The wind and snow outside had taken a toll on them; their eyes were tired, their noses were red from the cold, and their clothes and shoes were covered in snowflakes.

Their attire was not ordinary; they must have come from a moderately wealthy family.

However, no matter how magnificent, the wind and snow will not favor anyone; they will only bring them the cold that steals their body temperature.

They also displayed an eagerness that said, "Anything will do, as long as it's hot."

The man's gaze met the crowd. He took off his hat and politely asked, "Hello, what kind of food does this restaurant serve?"

"The restaurant is still under renovation and is not open for business for the time being. But if the three of you don't mind, please come and sit down and have a meal with us," Qi Yuan invited.

The man quickly shook his head, "No need. Since we're not doing business, let's find another restaurant."

"Dad, I'm hungry, I don't want to walk anymore." The boy didn't want to leave, looking at his father with red eyes.

The man was also in a bit of a dilemma.

They actually went to several restaurants, but none of them were open.

The snowstorm was so heavy today that very few shops were still open for business.

In Juecheng, those who can open shops are almost all from moderately wealthy families.

They uphold the spirit of 'I can open this shabby shop if I want to, and I won't if I don't want to.'

So much so that when there's a heavy snowfall, they simply stop doing business.

“Edgar, let’s walk a little further, we’ll find the restaurant soon,” the gentle woman reassured her son, who was feeling somewhat frustrated.

The little boy named Edgar, upon hearing that they had to continue walking, felt cold and hungry, and his eyes welled up with tears. He was afraid that if he said another word, he would burst into tears.

Seeing this, Kyle spoke up: "Gentlemen, we are eating food that not many people in the North Continent have ever eaten. It tastes great and is also very warming, perfect for you two who are lost in the snow and freezing."

“You two adults are fine, but the children can’t withstand the wind and snow. Be careful not to catch a cold. It’s warm here too. Even if you don’t eat, it’s good for you to sit here and warm up.”

Kyle's persuasion swayed the young couple.

They looked at the young boy's nose, which was red from the cold, and the man said, "Then we'll have to bother you."

"Don't mention it. Our restaurant owner is a good man. He can't stand seeing others suffer in front of him." Kyle passed the favor to Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan paused for a moment, then glanced at Kyle.

The man had already noticed Qi Yuan's appearance. He then glanced at the raw meat, fish, and shrimp laid out on the table. On another table, there was a small stove steaming.

It's really warm here.

The warmth of the charcoal fire dispelled the surrounding chill, and the family of three felt as if they had come back to life as they gathered together, their hands and feet becoming much warmer.

"Are you from Dongzhou, sir?" the man asked.

Qi Yuan neither shook his head nor nodded, and said, "I was born in the Northern Continent."

"So that's how it is. This is the cooking method of the Eastern Continent?"

"Hmm, give it a try."

Qi Yuan took a new plate and scooped out the freshly cooked meat from the casserole for them.

The man immediately declined, saying, "We'll just sit for a bit and then leave."

"Consider it a favor," Qi Yuan said. "I've already spent a lot of money on kitchenware and other miscellaneous things to sell Dongzhou cuisine in Juecheng. I can't help but worry about whether the food will suit the tastes of the people of Beizhou. If it doesn't, I'm likely to lose everything. But the restaurant hasn't opened yet. If it doesn't suit your tastes, we should still have time to change our approach."