【It stinks!】
Actually, I think it's okay; it's not as smelly as I imagined.
[It really is a container for excrement; it stinks horribly.]
Actually, what I wanted to say was... I also felt it smelled a little bit good...
[That's what I wanted to say too, why does it smell so good?]
The smell was very strange; it smelled bad, but it also had a peculiar fragrance.
After much thought, the group concluded that it was due to the use of a large amount of spices.
It's certain that a lot of spices were used to mask the odor when cooking the pork intestines, which is why it has such a strange taste.
Having figured things out, the group mustered their courage to look at the pile of fatty intestines in front of Ling Miao.
It's soft and bouncy, and looks chewy and bouncy.
The dish was golden in color, and some people could even clearly see the fatty intestines on the plate, which trembled and swayed when they were bounced, covered with a layer of light golden oil.
Everyone was stunned for a moment.
"Hello everyone, this is the dry pot braised pork intestines I made."
Ling Miao zoomed in on the live stream camera.
The plate piled high with fatty intestines instantly and enticingly assaulted everyone's eyes.
It stimulates people's adrenaline to surge rapidly.
[Holy crap, this fatty intestine is right in front of me!]
[My god, seeing it up close makes me feel even more nauseous!]
But this tastes really weird.
[It stinks horribly, but I actually find it smells a little bit good...?]
The debate in the live stream quickly split into several factions.
Some said it was disgusting, some said it smelled bad, some said it smelled good, and some even said it smelled both bad and good.
Surprisingly, a small number of people were quite tempted and urged the host to try it.
Of course, these people don't dare to speak out. If they make any comments that are seen by other factions, they will be attacked with unbelievable words.
They felt ashamed and didn't want to be judged, so they simply kept quiet.
Fortunately, Ling Miao seemed to have received their urging.
She picked up a piece of golden-yellow pork intestine and slowly put it into her mouth under the watchful eyes of everyone in the live stream.
The bright red lips touched the golden intestines, creating a striking color contrast.
Everyone's heart jumped into their throat.
Some people loosened their grip on their noses, while others had strange expressions, as if they were enduring pain.
The next second, a strange taste spread from the tip of my tongue throughout my body.
His mouth unconsciously followed Ling Miao's chewing motion. The chewy and tender fatty intestines were soft and bouncy, and each bite was incredibly resilient, so much so that they wouldn't break even after several bites.
He chewed several more times before he could barely swallow the torn intestine.
Surprisingly, I didn't feel much aversion after taking a bite.
[I'm actually starting to crave it [crying emoji][crying emoji] JPG...]
I feel fine.
It wasn't as disgusting as I imagined.
The fat inside the large intestine is soft and has a rich flavor, but it doesn't feel greasy.
Ling Miao fried away the excess fat from the large intestine, leaving only a thin layer attached to the innermost part. The thin layer of fat had also melted slightly, but it hadn't completely turned into liquid yet, clinging to the inner wall of the large intestine as if it were about to fall off.
One bite and the rich, oily flavor bursts forth, filling your mouth with a savory aroma that instantly fills your entire oral cavity.
Aside from the smell, no one could point out any other flaws in this dish.
However, some people still objected, leading to several controversies in the live stream.
Ling Miao ate while watching.
They even had the leisure to read through the comments one by one.
Then, suddenly, I heard her name called out from the kitchen doorway.
Ling Miao turned her head and saw an elderly man.
She was unfamiliar with him. She paused, put down her chopsticks, tilted her head slightly, and a hint of confusion flashed in her eyes.
It seems somewhat familiar.
Before Ling Miao could even think of it, she saw the other person stride in with an extremely natural air.
When Zheng Wenrun, who was standing not far away, saw this person, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He was so shocked that he stood there dumbfounded.
He looked at his teacher, strode over, patted Ling Miao on the shoulder, and the two smiled at each other after exchanging a few words.
Then she watched as the teacher picked up her chopsticks, reached for the fatty intestines she disliked, and finally put them in her mouth.
Zheng Wenrun: (Image of someone in a state of shock/horrification)
What terrified him even more was what followed: the teacher seemed quite satisfied with the taste of the fatty intestines, eating several in a row, his mustache twitching with delight.
Zheng Wenrun: Heartbroken (JPG)
He just wanted to know if the teacher really knew he was eating pork intestines.
Zheng Wenrun thought for a moment, then walked over.
As he approached, he saw the teacher glaring at him with a forced smile, saying, "So you still know I'm your teacher."
"I thought you weren't coming back."
"Is it really that fun?"
These three short sentences left Zheng Wenrun stunned, and he lowered his head in shame.
He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.
Does he mean to say that he lost a cooking competition and then lost the job of head chef in a restaurant?
How can I say this? It's so embarrassing.
He could already foresee how the teacher's expression would turn after he said it.
Zheng Wenrun's face was blank, and his eyes were lifeless.
Ling Miao heard their conversation, snapped out of her daze, and looked at the teacher and student in front of her.
An old man and a young man were present. The old man looked angry, but upon closer inspection, his eyes were not angry at all; in fact, they were calm.
The younger one, on the other hand, had a blank expression and looked ashamed.
A hint of a smile flashed in her eyes, and she was about to speak when...
Seeing Ling Miao's actions, Zheng Wenrun quickly interrupted her.
“I…I’ll stay here and work as a chef.”
Pang Wensheng snorted coldly and remained silent.
He forced himself to speak: "I've always felt that I haven't practiced enough, so now I'm going to put it into practice. It's not a solution to just work behind closed doors every day."
"Now is the perfect time to practice every day."
After saying that, he gestured to Ling Miao with his eyes.
Seeing the pleading look in the other person's eyes, Ling Miao suppressed a laugh and nodded seriously.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Zheng Wenrun breathe a sigh of relief, and she couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile.
Then, their gaze fell on Pang Wensheng.
His face revealed a hint of helplessness.
"Wenrun."
Zheng Wenrun immediately stood up straight, a hint of nervousness on his face.
Seeing this, Pang Wensheng softened his tone slightly, "You really want to practice more?"
Zheng Wenrun, who had been standing upright, paused. Under the teacher's gaze, just as he was about to nod, he lost his composure and obediently lowered his head.
"Teacher, I'm sorry."
"I was too arrogant and wanted to compete with others in cooking. Now I've lost and need to be the head chef in this restaurant."
Upon hearing his words, Pang Wensheng's slightly furrowed brows relaxed.
He stared intently at the other man, until Zheng Wenrun felt his scalp tingle and his body stiffen, before finally letting out a cold snort.
"At least you're honest."
So the teachers already knew.
Zheng Wenrun's face flushed red instantly. He slowly raised his head, his face still red.
"Teacher, how...how did you know?"
Pang Wensheng snorted again, "How did you know? You found out by watching the live stream."
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