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“Everyone should eat.” After Old Man Han spoke, he was the first to impatiently start with the braised pork.
As soon as the braised pork entered his mouth, Old Man Han was stunned. The lean meat was tender and soft. The fat meat was fragrant but not greasy. The pork skin was transparent and elastic. The mixture of the three sensations made it even more delicious, making people want to loll their tongue.
When others saw Old Man Han’s expression, they couldn’t wait to start with their preferred dish as well. The next second, they all showed the same intoxicated expression as Old Man Han.
“Luoluo, you’re amazing. It’s so delicious.” Mother Han couldn’t help but praise. If it wasn’t for the sake of maintaining a woman’s reservedness, she would have let her chopsticks fly.
They never expected Luo Lingxing to be so good at cooking. They really picked up a treasure. Moreover, his films were good too. There were many sisters who were fans of Luoluo. If they knew that Luoluo was their daughter-in-law, they would be beside themselves with envy.
“Auntie Han, you’re overpraising me.” Luo Lingxing smiled modestly.
“It’s not overpraising. Not at all. Even five-star chefs can’t compare to these dishes. It’s definitely the best I’ve ever tasted,” Mother Han said all the while he kept grabbing more food.
“Grandma, I want that one.” Since Han Shuxin’s arms were short and she wasn’t skilled with the chopstick, she didn’t have a lot of strength in grabbing dishes. So she had to ask for help.
Her eyes shined as she watched her favorite dishes being taken away by others. She was so stressed she wanted to climb the table.
“Okay.” Mother Han said lovingly, then directly brought the dish Han Shuxin liked to her.
Old Man Han and Father Han, who had their chopsticks in their hands suddenly stopped. They wanted to see who was bold enough to grab things from them. But when they saw Han Shuxin eating with relish, their old faces suddenly turned red. They moved on to other dishes.
These old folks really couldn’t pull themselves down to grab food from children.
Old Man Han had eaten countless delicacies in his life. Whether it was in the Flowing Cloud Star, the Emperor Star, or other planets, he had basically tasted everything. But there was nothing that made him want to scarf the food down like this without saying a single word. He even felt that everything he ate in the past was in vain.
Besides Mother Han, who had spoken a bit in the beginning, the only thing that could be heard was the sound of chopsticks picking up food. If an outsider was here, they would definitely think the Han family had a rule to eat without speaking.
“Big brother, the food you cook is very delicious. It’s much better than my mommy’s.” Little friend Han Shuxin was very satisfied as she ate. She spoke sincerely. Her small stomach bulged, obviously having eaten a lot.
In fact, Han Shuxin wasn’t the only one who over ate. The faces of the other elders were also slightly red. Because everything was so delicious, they all accidentally over ate.
In order to maintain the elegance of an elder, they couldn’t sit around without sitting like a child. They could only maintain their upright sitting posture, which put a lot of pressure on their stomach.
“Oh, Luoluo, your craftsmanship is so good that I have no words. After eating this, I don’t know if I can still eat the food cooked by our chef.” Old Man Han couldn’t help but sigh.
It wasn’t meant to be praising Luo Lingxing. He was really worried whether he’d be able to eat his chef’s food tonight or not. After all, it was easy to go from poor to rich, but hard the other way around.
“I can cook for you whenever you want to eat, Grandpa Han,” Luo Lingxing said with a smile. He was very happy for the praise.
In his previous life, he liked to cook for himself, but he was always alone back then. Even if he did cook, he could only enjoy the food by himself.
“Okay.” Old Man Han really was thinking about the possibility of going to their house to bum a meal after his grandson marries.
If he hadn’t tasted Luo Lingxing cooking before, then it didn’t matter. But now that he’d tasted it, it really was torture if he couldn’t eat it often.
In fact, it was obvious that Old Man Han wasn’t the only one thinking this. Unfortunately, the others were too embarrassed to say so. After all, it was embarrassing to always have their juniors cook for them.
It was the same for dinner, nobody could resist Luo Lingxing’s good, so he cooked again. Mother Han stayed by his side again but used this as an opportunity to learn this time.
By the time Luo Lingxing returned to the Luo residence, it was already evening. Old Man Luo was sitting in the living room. When he saw Han Junzhan, he angrily glared at him. He was obviously dissatisfied that they’d returned so late.
Han Junzhan: …
They came back after dinner, so it shouldn’t be too late…right?
“You guys returned so late. Look at what time it is. Grandpa wanted to wait for Xiao Xing to return to eat together. But now that the mealtime has passed, Grandpa hasn’t eaten much either,” Luo Bingze said, dissatisfied. In fact, he didn’t eat much either. The food cooked by their chef wasn’t as good as Xiao Xing’s.
Before, they were used to their chef’s meals, but since Xiao Xing made breakfast as soon as he’d returned, the memory of their previous big Chinese new year meal returned. It took a while for them to get used to their chef’s cooking again, but now they couldn’t eat it anymore. Who knew how long it would take to get used to it again.
With just this sentence, Luo Lingxing understood what they meant. He smiled and said, “I was craving a little snack. Do you guys want to eat anything? Let’s eat together.”
“Yes!” Luo Bingze was the first to raise his hand.
“Hmph.” The old man was too embarrassed to admit it, so he could only snort coldly, but Luo Lingxing counted him in too.
“Junzhan, do you want to eat again?” Luo Lingxing asked. In any case, he could make a few more servings.
Before Han Junzhan could speak, Luo Bingze spoke up, “It’s not early anymore. You should head back first. It’s not safe to go home late.”
Han Junzhan: …
“And it’s not good to live together before marriage. People will gossip,” Luo Bingze continued, pushing Han Junzhan out as he spoke. There was a hint of warning in his eyes.
Han Junzhan was helpless. All he did was fight his third brother-in-law over food this afternoon, and he was still holding a grudge.
But his words were true. Normally, couples rarely lived together before marriage. Although he and Luoluo had been living together for a long time already, now that they were about to get married, it was better to abide by the rules.
And so, Han Junzhan had no choice but to say goodby to Luo Lingxing and Old Man Luo. Luo Lingxing nodded and didn’t keep him.
After sending Han Junzhan away, Luo Bingze was in a much better mood. His nice and obedient little brother was about to be snatched by that bastard. He was very unhappy thinking about it.
Luo Lingxing didn’t stop Luo Bingze’s behavior and walked into the kitchen, planning on making Yang Chun noodles.
Making Yang Chun noodles wasn’t hard. The hardest part was the soup. The soup had to be clear but not oily, and it should taste fresh but not dry to the mouth after eating it. Yang Chun noodles was a kind of Suzhou style noodle soup. It was also known as smooth noodles or clear soup noodles, which meant there weren’t any other ingredients in the dish besides the noodles and soup. There were generally no restrictions on making the noodles. It could be thin dragon beard noodles or thick wide noodles.
Luo Lingxing first mixed the dough, added salt to the flour and mixed it well. He then added water in stages, mixed it until the dough was snowflake shaped, then kneaded it into a ball.
He placed the flattened dough into a dough sheeter and made each smooth piece two millimeters in thickness. After folding the dough in half, he cut all the noodles the same thickness.
He placed the noodles on a sheet, then boiled water in a pot. After adding the noodles, he spread them with chopsticks until they floated. Next, he made the soup stock.
The boiled broth should be put in the bowl first. But there wasn’t any soup stock in the kitchen, so Luo Lingxing directly used the leftover clear soup from dinner, added some special seasoning, then mixed it with light soy sauce, lard, and MSG.
After the noodles started floating, he cooked them for another minute, then used his chopsticks to soup them out of the pot and inside a bowl of soup. Finally, he sprinkled a little green onion on top, and a simple bowl of Yang Chun noodles was ready.
Although the steps were simple, the taste was so fresh, he couldn’t help but slurp it down.
“Xiao Xing, is it ready? I’ll help you bring it out.” Luo Bingze, who smelled the fragrance, couldn’t help but stick his head in the kitchen and asked.
“Mn, it’s ready.” Luo Lingxing handed one bowl to Luo Bingze, then carried two bowls out. One for Old Man Luo, one for himself.
In fact, he didn’t eat much when he was at the Han residence since after seeing how much everyone liked his cooking, he ate less. Most of the food went into the stomachs of the Han family, so he was a bit hungry now.
“It smells so good. What kind of noodles did you make, Xiao Xing?” Old Man Luo looked at the clear soup in front of him. It looked like the noodles were boiled then directly served.
“Yang Chun noodles. It has a light flavor. Have a taste,” Luo Lingxing said.
Luo Bingze couldn’t wait to have a bite. After eating the food Luo Lingxing made many times, he had decided that whatever Luo Lingxing made must be high-quality. Even if it looked like simple noodles, if it was made by Luo Lingxing’s hands, it could be a world delicacy.
Sure enough, as soon as the noodles entered his mouth, the fragrant taste instantly conquered his taste buds. They couldn’t help but take bite after bite.
It wasn’t suitable to eat something too greasy late at night, so this noodle was just perfect.
“Grandpa, how’s the taste? Is it good?” Luo Lingxing asked.
“Mn. It’s very good.” Old Man Luo nodded while stuffing noodles into his mouth. He couldn’t care about his image at this moment. In any case, there were only his grandsons here.
It was obviously simple noodles, but going through Luo Lingxing’s hands, it tasted much better than the expensive noodles found outside. The noodles outside were made with precious seafood and caviar, but it couldn’t compare to the original flavor of these noodles.
In his opinion, food needed to retain its original flavor to be called gourmet. Otherwise, it would lose the value of food itself.
