"Miss Su?"
"Miss Su!"
Amidst a barrage of urging voices, Su An opened her eyes in disbelief.
She stood under the spotlight, facing the familiar kitchen counter, with a Shaoxing wine jar on the stove, emitting a rich aroma.
Su An was all too familiar with this aroma; it was none other than Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, hailed as the king of Fujian cuisine.
"Miss Su, is the dish you're making Buddha Jumps Over the Wall this time?"
The host's voice came from the side, and Su An came back to her senses. She looked down at the things in front of her, her heart tightening with a mixture of secret joy and regret.
She thought she was going to die, but to her surprise, she returned to the modern world, just as she was participating in a culinary competition!
"Buddha Jumps Over the Wall is the essence of Fujian cuisine, with a rich and mellow flavor, tender and smooth texture, meaty but not greasy, and tender but not mushy... Miss Su is very confident in choosing to make such a grand dish at this time!"
The host continued rambling on, but Su An felt that the world before her was becoming clearer and more real.
The previous struggle to survive, the incurable illness, felt like a dream.
Vanished without a trace.
Su An's heart pounded.
She really came back!
"You're wrong. I'm not making Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, I'm making soup dumplings."
Su An looked up at the host in front of her and suddenly spoke.
As soon as she said that, the host's expression changed immediately. He turned off the microphone and scolded her in a low voice.
"Su An, what nonsense are you spouting? What soup dumplings? Didn't we agree that you'd make Buddha Jumps Over the Wall? Don't forget the script!"
She had just finished making the threat when she saw Su An take out wheat flour from the side and prepare to start kneading the dough.
"Are you crazy? If you don't follow the script, you can forget about participating in the rest of the recording! Stop right now and redo it!"
Su An paused in his movements.
The host thought his threat had worked, but before his smile could fully open, he saw Su An reach out towards him.
Is this a case of resorting to violence at the slightest disagreement?
The host was a little nervous, but she didn't expect Su An to feint and turn on her microphone.
White flour fell onto the microphone, and the host had no time to stop it.
Seeing that his trick had succeeded, Su An raised an eyebrow, and then his clear voice echoed throughout the entire recording studio.
"The dish I want to make this time is soup dumplings. It's a very ordinary food that you can find almost anywhere in life. The reason I chose it is because I had a very long dream..."
In my dream, I had a mother who was illiterate but hardworking and loving, a second brother who was eccentric and liked to act like a little adult, and a third brother who was full of clever ideas but reliable in crucial moments.
And then there's that sweet little baby who's always following me around, calling me "big sister" this and "big sister" that.
And...that man.
This separation will last for thousands of years, and we may never see each other again.
Pshaw, pshaw, pshaw, now that we're all back, what's there to think about?
Su An shook her head, focusing all her attention on the soup dumplings in front of her.
Soon, plump, white soup dumplings took shape in Su An's hands.
The soup dumplings were quickly placed in the steamer, and Su An took the opportunity to turn around and secretly wipe away a tear.
A few minutes later, the soup dumplings were ready.
"It seems Miss Su has learned a new skill in her dream. Let me try it!"
The guests couldn't wait.
The trembling soup dumpling was punctured, and the bright soup slowly flowed out, instantly filling the entire recording studio with a powerful and rich aroma.
Seeing everyone so engrossed, Su An suddenly began to drift off into a daze for some reason.
They seemed to have the same reaction when they ate soup dumplings before...
On the other side of the river of time.
In the backyard house, facing the tearful and anxious gazes of everyone, Xie Qingfeng shook his head.
The lamp has burned out and the oil is used up; there's no way to save it.
"How could this happen! My dear An!"
Li Guihua stumbled and collapsed to the ground. When she looked up again, her face was covered in tears.
She grabbed Su An's already cold hand.
"Mom, Xiao An, how could you just leave like that?"
Su Yan supported Li Guihua, tears streaming down his face, and knelt before the bed, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Big sister! I don't want you to leave, big sister!" Little Su Yue rushed to Su An's side, sobbing heartbreakingly.
Even Su Jiang, who had been resisting all along, had tears in his eyes. He pursed his lower lip tightly, kept his head down in silence, and soon there were some water stains on the ground.
Xie Qingfeng remained silent for a long time, looking at the lifeless Su An on the bed, and couldn't help but turn his head to the side.
"Life and death are preordained, wealth and honor are determined by fate. Please accept my condolences."
...
"It's amazing that these ordinary soup dumplings can taste like this!"
"You've seen the subtle signs! It's truly wonderful! Miss Su, you have excellent skills!"
After carefully tasting the soup dumplings, everyone immediately praised Su An's soup dumplings.
While delicacies are rare, the fact that Su An could make soup dumplings to this level further demonstrates his superb skills.
Without a doubt, Su An's soup dumplings won everyone's favor.
The recording ended quickly, and Su An emerged victorious.
"Su An! It's Chef Su!"
"Master Chef Su, you're amazing! I'm a fan, could you give me your autograph?"
As soon as Su An stepped out of the recording studio, he became dizzy and disoriented, staring blankly at the incessant clicking of camera shutters and the endless stream of flowers and praise.
Isn't everything before her eyes exactly what she had hoped for before she transmigrated?
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