Abnormal Gourmet Chronicle-Chapter 1135 - 547: Uncle Wang’s Taste Is Truly Unfathomable

Hearing that Qin Huai would make soy sauce noodles later, Xu Tuqiang cheerfully put the pickled vegetable jar on the table and poked his head to the window to ask An Youyou what she was having for breakfast.

An Youyou honestly replied that she was having rice noodles with egg this morning, the most basic kind.

This morning, on his way to Yunzhong Restaurant, Qin Huai felt that this weather was perfect for eating rice noodles with egg. Don't ask why this weather is suitable, if Master Qin says it's suitable, then it is.

Qin Huai didn't think he could make anything remarkable with rice noodles, and he even felt that his skill in making rice noodles was inferior to an old shop in Qiu County. That shop has been open for nearly 40 years and is definitely a long-established brand; their specialties are rice noodles with egg and soybean milk.

That shop sells soybean milk by the bowl, 5 cents a bowl, with plenty of sugar, and for takeout, they seal it in a bag. The taste of the soybean milk is quite mild, but no one minds, and it's impossible not to order a bowl when having their rice noodles; few can resist.

Considering that rice noodles can't be mass-produced, Qin Huai only planned to make them for one hour this morning, from 6:00 to 7:00, which could be considered a blessing for early risers.

As soon as Xu Tuqiang heard about these limited rice noodles, he immediately said he wanted a serving, and also a sticky rice cake, not daring to order anything else since he wanted to save room for soy sauce noodles.

When the piping hot, freshly steamed rice noodles, with wrappers as white as snow, thin as paper, and oily yet glossy, arrived on the table, with the salty aroma of the sauce and the faint rice fragrance after steaming, Xu Tuqiang just felt that this was the most wonderful retired life.

Such good days, he never expected when he first retired.

Of course, though the rice noodles were tempting, Xu Tuqiang still loved the sticky rice cake the most.

Xu Tuqiang dedicated his first bite of breakfast to his beloved sticky rice cake, taking a big mouthful. The sweet and soft sticky rice cake made Xu Tuqiang show a happy expression and subconsciously start drafting a food review in his mind.

Holding the sticky rice cake, Xu Tuqiang wanted to ask Qin Huai if he had seen the food review he sent last night, but seeing Qin Huai busy, he thought it was inappropriate to disturb Master Qin over such a small matter, so he continued eating the sticky rice cake.

When Xu Tuqiang finished the sticky rice cake and began to eat the still-warm rice noodles, Wang Gen Sheng arrived.

Wang Gen Sheng hadn't been on his morning runs much lately.

Previously, he had felt faint from eating too many potato dumplings and couldn't get up in the morning. These past two days, his conscience was pricked as he stayed up late every night trying to write food reviews but couldn't, so he couldn't get up in the morning either.

Before Xu Tuqiang started cooking, he felt that Wang Gen Sheng was just being overly sensitive. Was this really a reason to skip morning runs? But since yesterday, after joining the cooking, Xu Tuqiang found Wang Gen Sheng much more agreeable and thought it didn't matter whether he joined the runs or not. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

It's not just Luo Jun who feels peace and love.

"Oh, Laogen is here," Xu Tuqiang warmly greeted Wang Gen Sheng, "This morning there's limited rice noodles with egg, and I also brought a jar of pickles made by my daughter's colleague. Master Qin said he'd make soy sauce noodles with pickles for us later."

Wang Gen Sheng, preoccupied with the food reviews he hadn't written yet, nodded dazedly at what Xu Tuqiang said, looking very much like an elderly person with sluggish reactions.

"Oh." After more than 20 seconds, Wang Gen Sheng briefly responded to Xu Tuqiang, glancing at the pickles on the table, and asked, "Have you finished your food review?"

Wang Gen Sheng felt like he was back in his school days, unable to finish his homework every day. But he wasn't a poor student back then; he was a university student, which was very rare for his time, excelling in his studies since childhood.

"Of course I finished; I sent it to Master Qin last night." Xu Tuqiang was extremely proud.

Wang Gen Sheng continued to ponder how to explain to Qin Huai that he just couldn't write the food review, that he genuinely couldn't, not that he was deliberately procrastinating.

If all else failed, he might as well volunteer to leave the kitchen. Wang Gen Sheng felt that he couldn't face staying in the kitchen much longer.

In his heart, Xu Tuqiang sighed that Uncle Wang's signs of dementia were becoming increasingly obvious. Perhaps he should persuade him to get checked at the hospital; perhaps something was missed last time, and continued eating his rice noodles.

Qin Huai, before Wang Gen Sheng arrived, had already kneaded the dough and secretly kept an eye on the small table while making rice noodles. Almost simultaneously with Wang Gen Sheng's arrival, he began to prepare handmade noodles.

Less than two minutes after Xu Tuqiang finished his rice noodles, Qin Huai's four bowls of soy sauce noodles were ready. An Youyou and Qin Huai brought the noodles to the small table, ready to sit down and eat together.

These days, Qin Huai quite enjoys having soy sauce noodles in the morning, too.

Wang Gen Sheng's first reaction upon seeing the soy sauce noodles was to refuse.

Feeling guilty for not being able to write the food reviews, he planned to make an effort today to eat a few more potato dumplings and write a good food review, not wanting the delicious soy sauce noodles to occupy his stomach.

How could he eat such delicious snacks for the first meal and still eat potato dumplings later, or write a good food review?

Just when Wang Gen Sheng was thinking of how to refuse, Shi Dadan arrived, and Wang Gen Sheng took the opportunity to offer the soy sauce noodles to Shi Dadan, saying that he wasn't hungry yet and could wait for the first batch of potato dumplings to be ready before eating.

Wang Gen Sheng's poor acting wouldn't fool Ouyang, let alone Qin Huai.

With one glance, Qin Huai could tell what Wang Gen Sheng was thinking. If it had been before, he might have urged Wang Gen Sheng not to feel burdened and to enjoy the soy sauce noodles. But now, since he wanted to give Uncle Wang some pressure, he didn't say a word.