Chapter 116: The Dead Memories Are Attacking Me Again
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Chu Ping had originally thought that braised pork belly would inevitably have some greasy taste. However, the piece of braised pork made by the Lord not only lacked any oily flavor but even carried a sweet fragrance of caramelized sugar mingled with a subtle meaty aroma. This made Chu Ping involuntarily swallow hard.
“I can’t hold back anymore!”
Chu Ping had intended to compliment the Lord before eating, but at this moment, his attention was completely captured by the perfectly square-cut three-layer pork belly in front of him. He simply couldn’t focus on anything else.
So he decided to eat first and then lavish sincere praise on the Lord’s culinary skills.
The instant Chu Ping put the braised pork into his mouth, he quickly closed his mouth, astonished to find the meat melting instantly on his tongue, the rich juices flooding his entire oral cavity.
This was...
Caramelized pork belly!
Moreover, it seemed the Lord hadn’t used ordinary white sugar but honey infused with a strong floral fragrance to prepare the braised pork. The floral aroma completely masked the greasiness of the fat, allowing the meat to retain its savory essence without any unpleasant smell.
Such exquisite flavor...
Even before his transmigration, not a single five-star hotel he had visited could replicate this dish!
The layers of fat in the pork belly had melted away, but the pork skin remained in his mouth, resilient and chewy, topped with a thick, caramelized crust.
The Lord must have lightly pan-fried the pork first, rendering the skin golden and crisp before drizzling it with honey.
This rich, layered texture made Chu Ping so delighted he nearly bit his own tongue!
Delicious!
Absolutely divine!!!
Just one bite had filled Chu Ping with such happiness that tears nearly welled up in his eyes.
After finishing the piece on his plate, Chu Ping eagerly reached for the braised pork in the bamboo tube platter. The moment his chopsticks touched the meat, it quivered slightly, resembling a massive gelatin block, rich in collagen.
Another bite, and Chu Ping felt the caramel-flavored fat instantly saturate his mouth, making every word he uttered savor that extreme delicacy.
This exquisite taste simply made Chu Ping unable to stop eating.
It wasn’t just the braised pork that was delicious; even the rice soaked in its meat juices became incredibly flavorful. Especially when the grains, infused with the subtle aroma of bamboo tubes, were coated in the rich meat sauce, it gave an endless depth of taste.
Moreover, the rice helped cleanse the oily residue in his mouth, returning his palate from complexity to simplicity.
Naturally, Chu Ping could once again relish the sweet and savory taste of the braised pork.
Fragrant.
So fragrant.
Chu Ping hurriedly scooped up rice into his mouth.
“Don’t just eat meat and rice; have some bamboo shoots too,” Ye Da reminded, seeing Chu Ping’s mouth glistening with grease. “If you only eat meat and rice, you’ll get tired of it quickly. Eating more vegetables balances nutrition and helps cut the grease.”
“Not greasy, not at all,” Chu Ping mumbled through his mouthful, “The Lord’s braised pork is so delicious, not greasy in the slightest—I could eat a whole pot!”
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Though Chu Ping said that, he obediently picked up a handful of bamboo shoots and put them in his mouth.
At first...
Chu Ping had already been conquered by the braised pork, so he never expected any dish to surpass it.
But the moment he tasted the sliced bamboo shoots...
He realized how wrong he was!
The Lord, truly blessed by the culinary gods, could make anything delicious!
Even this simple stir-fried bamboo shoots with cured meat became aromatic and crisp, the shoots soaking up the rich fat rendered from the cured meat.
The first sensation of the bamboo slices was crisp.
But soon...
A myriad of flavors burst forth—the smoky aroma of the cured meat’s firewood, the fresh fragrance inherent to the bamboo shoots, and the tender, juicy sweetness of the shoots themselves.
Ah!!!
Chu Ping sighed inwardly.
If only he could eat such wonderful meals for his entire life, then he could die in peace!
“Clack clack clack!”
Chu Ping scattered the bamboo shoots over the bamboo tube rice. As the oily broth seeped into the translucent white grains, the savory richness instantly stirred fond memories from his childhood.
When he was little, his mother would always save him a bowl of delicious lard rice after school.
Because he finished class early, and his father didn’t come home for dinner until late.
Cooking separately for him alone was troublesome.
So...
His mother came up with a simple trick: freshly cooked white rice topped with a drizzle of pork lard and a few drops of soy sauce.
Ah, that taste—he remembered it vividly even as an adult.
Sadly, his mother had passed away long ago, and from then on, Chu Ping never again tasted lard rice. The joyful memory of his childhood had gradually faded.
Unexpectedly, today, the Lord’s dish had rekindled it!
“Wuwu!”
Chu Ping couldn’t hold back tears.
Both because the food was so delicious and because he missed his mother.
“Chu Ping, what’s wrong?”
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Ye Da, seeing the subject suddenly crying, worried it might be poisoning or some illness, quickly asked, “Are you feeling unwell anywhere?”
“No... no,” Chu Ping wiped his tears, sobbing, “It’s just that the Lord’s cooking is so good, it’s stirring up memories I thought were long gone.”
“Ah?”
Ye Da didn’t understand.
Chu Ping shook his head, not explaining further, but said gratefully, “Lord, thank you so much. If not for you, I wouldn’t have been able to taste my mother’s handmade delicious lard rice once again. I...”
“I’m just too moved!”
[Loyalty +2]
[Loyalty +1]
[Loyalty +1]
Seeing the changes in Chu Ping’s loyalty above his head, Ye Da breathed a sigh of relief. “Good to know you’re okay.”
With such a simple meal, Chu Ping’s loyalty had risen again—from 90% to 94%!
Almost there.
Soon it would reach one hundred percent.
Ye Da was genuinely curious what would happen when a subject’s loyalty hit full marks.
“Want a drink?”
Just as Chu Ping finished his meal and let out a satisfied burp, Ye Da handed him a bamboo cup.
Chu Ping nodded. “Thank you, Lord. I’m just thirsty.”
No matter how delicious the food, Chu Ping hadn’t drunk water at all during the meal, so he naturally felt parched.
But when he took the bamboo cup and looked inside...
He froze in place!
This...
Lord, perhaps your tastes are a bit too extreme?
Though the aroma was pleasant, with a faint metallic scent of blood, this... how am I supposed to drink this?!