great-warnovel Chapter 168 I didn't make this braised pork noodle soup.
Chapter 168 I didn't make this braised pork noodle soup.
As soon as Zhou Benchang, this mountain of meat, sat down, the entire carriage was instantly filled with an extremely unreasonable smell of braised pork.
Su Ang sat upright in a comfortable leather executive chair, originally feeling upset because of the large loss of diners on the long street.
Looking at the master in front of him, whose face was contorted as if he had swallowed a dead fly, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
His pupils behind his gold-rimmed glasses contracted slightly. The keen senses of a capitalist elite stirred within him in that instant a deeply ominous premonition, one that sent chills down his spine.
"Master Zhou, you're dressed like that, and you're even carrying a plastic box..."
Su Ang tilted his head gracefully but somewhat stiffly, trying to get away from the mountain of flesh.
The aroma of braised pork wafting out of the takeout box was so overpowering that it made his temples throb.
His brows furrowed, his two slender fingers gripping the leather armrest tightly, as he spoke, barely suppressing his anxiety:
"Why aren't you staying at Yihaodian and cooking? What are you trying to do by bringing over this braised pork belly?"
"Slurp—!!"
Before Zhou Benchang could even speak, the third brother, who was standing outside the car door, suddenly stiffened, as if he had been frozen in place.
A pair of bloodshot eyes stared intently at the insulated box, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, and saliva almost spilled from the corner of his mouth.
It smells so damn good!! This smell is absolutely irresistible!
The third brother felt his stomach was cramping violently. He gripped the hem of his suit jacket tightly with both hands, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, and he used all his strength to prevent himself from making an even more embarrassing scene in front of the boss.
"President Su...please don't ask anything, please don't ask anything."
Zhou Benchang's face was now a dark reddish-brown.
He avoided Su Ang's scrutinizing gaze, and awkwardly tugged at the plastic bag with both hands, making an extremely dull rubbing sound.
He gritted his teeth, reluctantly ripped open the knot on the plastic sheet, and shoved the bowl of braised pork noodles, still steaming hot and covered in a thick, amber-colored sauce, firmly in front of Su Ang.
"You're an expert; what precious stuff haven't you tasted in the south of the city? I, Zhou, won't waste any more words today. You...you should try it for yourself first!!"
Su Ang glanced at the somewhat greasy plastic box, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes.
But the complex aroma of meat, a blend of slightly intoxicating Shaoxing wine, slowly simmered rock sugar, and the sizzling fragrance of garlic, felt like tiny steel needles, relentlessly piercing his nostrils and drilling straight into the top of his head.
He looked at Zhou Benchang again, puzzled, wondering what the other man was up to.
But in the end, he couldn't resist that alluring desire.
He awkwardly tore off a wet tissue to wipe his hands, then picked up the disposable wooden chopsticks Zhou Benchang had brought back with one hand, and with a hint of disgust, put a piece of fatty and lean pork belly into his mouth.
In that instant, Su Ang froze completely, his dark eyes behind his glasses shrinking to the size of pinpoints!
The skin is chewy and soft, the meat is tender and juicy, and the flavor is rich and satisfying!
The moment the pork belly entered my mouth, it had none of the lifelessness of the standardized cold-chain seasoning packets from chain stores. The fattest and firmest layer of collagen melted away with a gentle touch on the tip of my tongue.
What followed was the intense sweetness of the melted garlic, mixed with the fragrance of Shaoxing wine, which burned hot down his throat and into his stomach, instantly dispelling the anxiety he had accumulated over the past few days.
"Slurp...slurp!!"
Su Ang was originally a young master who was very particular about his table manners, but at this moment, his hands were completely out of his control!
He frantically raised the wooden chopsticks in his hand and stuffed mouthfuls of alkaline noodles soaked in amber-colored brine into his mouth.
The tender pork belly and the rich, savory garlic sauce made him sweat profusely, his glasses covered in a layer of thick, white soda. The more he ate, the more intoxicated he became, and the more frantically he ate, the less he cared about the chili oil stains on his custom-made suit!
"Gulp!! Gulp!!"
The third brother, watching his boss eat like a starving ghost, starved to death, his eyes wide with disbelief. He swallowed hard, then shouted excitedly and obsequiously at Zhou Benchang:
"Master Zhou!! Ancestor Zhou!! Your culinary skills have truly improved!!"
I've never seen you perform this kind of amazing skill at any of the private banquets at the Su family mansion before!
The smell alone is divine!
The third brother wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and turned to look at Su Ang with great excitement:
"President Su!! After you've finished eating, we'll arrange this braised pork with garlic noodles and launch it as the 'flagship' dish in all thirteen of our chain stores!!"
With just this bowl of meat, I think Chen Feng on the other side will definitely lose, or even be completely routed! Hahaha!!
The third brother's rough, fawning laughter sounded particularly jarring in the carriage.
The more Su Ang and Lao San boasted, the more Zhou Benchang, sitting opposite them, turned his plump old face into a bulging, roasted liver, and his body shivered in the cold air.
He twisted his hands tightly together in front of him, turned his head away awkwardly and timidly, and couldn't utter a single word for a long time.
Five minutes later.
"when!!"
Su Ang slammed the plastic packaging box heavily onto the alloy baffle.
The noodles I just brought back are now completely clean, with not a trace of meat or broth left, as if they've been washed.
After eating and drinking his fill, Su Ang's previously gloomy mood improved considerably.
But when she looked up, she saw Zhou Benchang across from her, his neck red, his nails twitching, looking as awkward and embarrassed as a timid young wife who had done something wrong.
Su Ang raised an eyebrow, crossed his arms, and asked with a mixture of amusement and confusion:
"Master Zhou, I've also tried the noodles, and they are truly the best in the world."
But you are such a master, you have made such great contributions, why are you playing these coy tricks with me here?
What exactly happened? Tell me!
Upon hearing the last sentence, Zhou Benchang's body stiffened abruptly, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead onto the leather armrest.
He knew that the most fatal blow was finally coming!
"Mr. Su... Mr. Su..."
Zhou Benchang gritted his teeth, his old face turning a deep purple. He closed his large eyes and, forcing a trembling voice, managed to utter:
"This meat...this braised pork noodle soup wasn't made by me."
It was made by that old man at the east end of the long street... and the secret recipe that old Liu had was taught to him by Chen Feng from the "Human Fireworks" restaurant next door!