Chapter 135: Chapter 134: Conscience of the Industry

While chopping the chicken meat, Jiang Feng faintly smelled the aroma emanating from the steamer, and upon lifting the lid, indeed, it was almost ready. He poked a row of tiny holes in the plastic wrap with a toothpick, then put the lid back on the pot and continued to steam over low heat.

Chopping chicken meat into mince requires patience, the finer the better. Though using a food processor to grind it is also feasible, the texture of minced chicken achieved with a knife is naturally better than what is pounded out. The tofu wasn't ready yet, Jiang Feng still had time. Only twenty minutes had passed and no one had finished; there was no need for Jiang Feng to be overly nervous.