Aunt Li's cleaver diced a fine rhythm against the cutting board. Braised pork knuckle and stewed beef transformed beneath her hands into even morsels of minced meat, which she spooned into toasted flatbreads along with hot stewing broth. The golden, flaky crusts drank in the rich, glossy juices, while rising tendrils of steam carried the pungent fragrance of star anise and cinnamon.
Zhou Miao'an took the roujiamo that Yueping handed her, bit into it, and narrowed her eyes with a smile. "Northern flatbreads certainly have substance. They hold up to the meat juices much better than our Meishan steamed cakes."
"If Madam Han likes them, I'll have the staff at Fan Tower send over a few sacks of Jizhou flour tomorrow." Lǚ Huìqīng wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth, then squatted back down beside Han Zhi to resume studying whatever had caught their attention.
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