Abnormal Gourmet Chronicle-Chapter 366 - 216: [Wang Gen Sheng’s Desire]_2

When everyone saw such ugly snacks, their first reaction was one of relief.

Great, it matches the description!

It’s genuine!

Just like the writing in "Taste," uniquely ugly, strangely ugly, and soulfully ugly!

The colors of the first batch of guo’er were mostly applied by Qin Huai. Wang Jun and Tan Wei’an, being inexperienced, worked slowly. By the time they studied how to paint one guo’er, Qin Huai had already completed five.

In some sense, the first customers to order were truly lucky, getting to taste the most authentic ugly guo’er.

Eight guo’er were placed on the table of the university students.

Everyone was stunned by the shape of the guo’er.

The students’ shock was a bit more pronounced than others.

Because they were students of the art academy.

One male student even closed his eyes in anguish, afraid to look, fearing that if he remembers these color combinations, he might fail the end-of-term exams.

In the end, it was Bingbing who stepped up first, grabbing a guo’er with both hands, closing her eyes, and taking a big bite resolutely.

She bit off too big a chunk.

This was Qin Huai’s comment on Bingbing eating guo’er.

The guo’er was hefty, but its dough was not thick, so even a light bite could reach the meat filling inside.

Huang Shengli’s meat stuffing locked in the juices to a great extent, which would burst out as the eater chewed. Although it wouldn’t be as exaggerated as the soup-filled beef balls in advertisements, with juice squirting two meters away, it still offered a slightly explosive feeling in the mouth.

This sensation was also the most delightful.

The savory and sweet meat juices exploded in the mouth, accompanied by the contrast of a hard exterior and soft interior, mixing, stirring, slightly chewing between the tongue and teeth. Diners would find out how wonderful A+ grade snacks are.

Of course, if the juice were scalding hot, that would be another story entirely.

Qin Huai even contemplated Jiang Weiming’s insistence on coloring the guo’er. It might ensure that when customers eat the guo’er, it had left the pot for some time and wouldn’t scald unwary diners.

After all, Jiang Weiming making apple dough ball into meat-filled pastries was already a decision against tradition. If he wanted to conceal it slightly, he could easily skip the coloring and claim it was a brand new dough pastry.

All this delight was built on the basis of not taking too big a bite at once.

Based on Qin Huai’s last observation of Qin Luo eating guo’er, if the first bite was too big, you’d end up with sauce all over your face.

The mouth would not be able to contain the juice.

Sure enough, the next second, Bingbing, still intoxicated by the taste of the guo’er, couldn’t hold it anymore. She instinctively tried to cover her mouth with her hand, but before she could, she blocked it with the remaining guo’er and wrestled with the pastry in her mouth for a minute, swallowing it with difficulty yet joyfully.

Watching Bingbing eat the guo’er left Qin Huai in suspense, fearing that on the first day of the guo’er’s release, Huang Ji would make the news for a customer being choked and sent to the hospital for eating a pastry too quickly.

"Holy shit." Bingbing couldn’t even bring herself to drink some water to ease her throat after swallowing. All she could utter was this exclamation before eagerly taking a second bite.

Seeing this, the others all understood the value of this ugly snack and started eating as well.

This table was a shared table.

Four tourists at the table ordered slowly and their dishes were served late, so they could only watch enviously as their tablemates ate.

Smelling the aroma of the meat filling while watching others enjoy the delicious bites, they craned their necks eagerly toward the serving window, hoping to spot their portion of guo’er, tears of envy almost trailing down their mouths.

"Slurp."

At a window-side table unseen by Qin Huai, Qian Zhongheng’s son had already slurped without restraint.

The son felt different from other diners.

He had tasted the apple dough ball before.

As for how delicious it was, the son felt it was just okay. The key thing was its novelty, a pastry that looked almost indistinguishable from a real apple and tasted of apple when eaten. At such times, if one was still fixated on how good the pastry tasted or whether it was better than others, the son thought it was somewhat beside the point.

Of course, if you ask him which pastry he thinks is the best, he would definitely vote for the premium three filling buns.

The son was a meat lover.

Despite the cost of these buns, they were truly delicious!

The moment you take a bite, the flavor, the meat aroma, the soft dough — though appearing greasy, it doesn’t feel fatty at all when eaten. Instead, it lets you experience the primal human craving for meat and fat through the filling.

He couldn’t think about it anymore or he would start drooling.

The son once thought no snack in the world could taste better than the premium three filling buns.

Those flaky pastries and various cakes were just so-so.

When it comes to pastries, it’s all about the meat filling!

Premium three filling buns, the eternal deity!

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The guo’er at the next table was simply too fragrant.

The aroma drilled straight into his nose.

Such a large pastry, biting into it, was filled with meat stuffing inside, beautiful meat stuffing. Like the three filling buns, it looked oily, but it actually didn’t seep oil, perfectly sautéed, slightly firm with a bit of fluffiness. If you could taste this meat, that flavor...

"Slurp."

Qian Zhongheng glared at his son with annoyance: "Can’t you be more dignified?"

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