"Buddha Jumps Wall is here."
After uttering that phrase, Fu Yunhe slowly removed the lid of the clay pot with a new towel in hand, as if in slow motion.
The first wave of fragrance assaulted Fu Yunhe, nearly causing him to lose his balance.
He truly swallowed hard.
"Standing here now, live-streaming for you all, is truly the biggest test of willpower I've ever experienced," he said.
Fu Yunhe's words conveyed both sincerity and teasing, but the live chat room was silent as a still pond.
Not a single word, not a single comment.
Virtual broadcasts could only recreate ninety-five percent of the taste, but that was enough.
The dish that even monks would be willing to climb walls for wasn't an exaggeration at all.
Even a simplified version of Buddha Jumps Wall was too much for most to handle.
And the wine in it was no ordinary feat either.
Nian Shutong saw that the recipe needed Floral Carving Wine, and after a quick glance, she made some adjustments to her own brew.
