The freshly cooked fried pork had an extremely strong vinegar smell, so strong that just a light whiff was enough to make you want to sneeze.
The sensation was almost like eating horseradish, a noticeable sting that flashed through the nose, waking you up instantly.
"Isn't this smell a bit too strong?"
The three head chefs covered their noses, looking suspiciously at the mountain-like pile of golden fried pork.
Knowing it was fried meat slices, they originally had high expectations.
But unexpectedly, the sauce prepared before it was taken off the heat had such a sharp scent, with a vinegar aroma so strong it made them frown.
"This is how fried pork is."
Lucas proactively handed over a plate, placing it beside Marchello.
"You have to eat it while it's hot for the best taste. Even when it's warm, the texture loses a lot. Please, go ahead and taste it; you'll know what it is once you try it."
