That brat thinks he's so great, he went and challenged someone to a cooking contest, and now he's lost to them.
If word gets out, that old bastard Srik will be laughing at him for years to come.
They didn't gain any face at all, they just embarrassed themselves.
Pang Wensheng couldn't help but glare fiercely at Zheng Wenrun.
They're all apprentices, they're all debts.
He didn't speak, but turned his head and gently rubbed his thumb, looking deep in thought.
Zheng Wenrun didn't dare to speak and stood there obediently.
Apart from that, only Ling Miao was present, and her gaze couldn't help but fall between the master and disciple.
But Pang Wensheng, who had been deep in thought, seemed to have returned to normal, and he picked up another piece of fatty intestine with his chopsticks.
The pork intestines are fragrant and spicy, with a hint of numbing sensation from Sichuan peppercorns. They have a chewy and tender texture with great chewiness.
Although the taste was a bit strange, it cannot be denied that Pang Wensheng was very satisfied with the dish.
But he couldn't even tell what the ingredients of this dish were?
Judging from its appearance, it appears to be internal organs.
I don't know what kind of offal it was, but the texture was surprisingly elastic.
Thinking of this, he asked Ling Miao.
What is this dish?
Ling Miao glanced at the pork intestines and said, "Dry pot pork intestines."
"Oh no, that smell..."
"What did you just say?!"
Pang Wensheng raised his voice, suddenly turned around and stared at Ling Miao with wide eyes, his lips trembling slightly.
Seeing his master's frightened expression, Zheng Wenrun couldn't help but step forward.
But Pang Wensheng shook off the hand that was helping him up and looked at Ling Miao, "Say it again."
The other person remained calm, saying, "Fatty intestines."
"Isn't it delicious?"
Ling Miao smiled and looked at the old man in front of her.
She watched as the other person's calm expression was shattered, their face turning from pale to red.
The entire live stream room is now filled with laughter.
Orcs have a schadenfreude side; they can't help but laugh when others are down on their luck.
[Help, this is hilarious, I'm dying of laughter!!!]
I've never seen such a hilarious episode!
[Old man: Hehe—no, hehe...]
[Laughing]JPG — [Crying]JPG.
[This is seriously hilarious! I'm banging my head against the wall! Hahaha, help! How can it be so funny?!]
Wait a minute, doesn't this person look a little familiar?
[Add one to the comment above, I also think it looks familiar.]
[But only half of his face is visible. I really want to know what he looks like!]
Zheng Wenrun inadvertently saw a comment pop up on the live stream. He was so frightened that he shrank back. His rationality returned immediately, and he quickly pulled the teacher who was still standing there away.
He only breathed a sigh of relief after the teacher had completely left the live-streaming area.
Pang Wensheng has now fully recovered.
He kept a straight face, but upon closer inspection, one could see the breakdown hidden beneath his expression.
His gaze fell on Ling Miao, who was throwing large pieces of fatty intestine into her mouth one after another.
The trembling, fatty intestines bounced a few times unwillingly, then curled up with the tip of the tongue and disappeared inside the mouth.
He saw Ling Miao's lips moving up and down, her face full of smiles, showing no sign of discomfort.
As Pang Wensheng watched, his mouth began to water uncontrollably.
Suddenly realizing his thoughts, he quickly turned around, his back to Ling Miao, his hands clenched into fists.
How can you eat that kind of thing?
I want it so badly!
You're so sharp-tongued!
He raised his hand and slapped his mouth.
Looking up, I met a surprised gaze.
Zheng Wenrun looked at him incredulously.
Pang Wensheng felt awkward for a moment, then asked sternly, "What are you looking at?"
Zheng Wenrun quickly turned his head, feeling a mix of emotions.
The teacher really hates pork intestines; now he's even slapping himself in the face.
He couldn't help but shake his head and sigh inwardly.
I wish I had told the teacher sooner.
but,
Zheng Wenrun couldn't help but sniff the air filled with the smell of fatty intestines.
What does pork intestine actually taste like?
He glanced at the teacher furtively.
He withdrew his gaze, feeling regretful.
Forget it, I won't ask the teacher.
He thought for a moment, then boldly approached Ling Miao.
The other person noticed him as soon as he approached. Ling Miao looked up at him and asked with her eyes.
Zheng Wenrun coughed lightly, seemingly a little embarrassed, and asked softly,
What is this smell?
Ling Miao raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a smile, until his eyes looked away, before saying, "You have to try it yourself."
Seeing the other person's expression suddenly froze, Ling Miao lowered her eyes, seemingly unconcerned.
"It's useless to just listen to what others say."
Zheng Wenrun understood this perfectly. As a chef, he knew that the same dish made by different chefs would have subtle differences in taste.
This stems from the different cooking techniques used by each chef.
The fastest way to learn about a dish or an ingredient is to taste it.
A chef can never get the right feedback from someone else.
These are things they can only explore and discover on their own.
Thinking of this, Zheng Wenrun's expression gradually calmed down.
He took a deep breath and stared at the dry pot of fatty intestines in front of him with a look of dread.
Ling Miao found it somewhat amusing.
Seeing the other person's expression of heroic sacrifice, as if they were going to participate in some kind of death-defying ceremony.
She watched as the other person picked up their chopsticks, took a piece of fatty intestine, and seemed to have mentally prepared themselves for a long time before slowly putting it into their mouth.
The next second, his eyes slowly widened, and his mouth involuntarily bulged out.
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