The person is shedding tears, so it must not be a happy matter. Why bring up their sad affairs?
Jiang Yu shook his head and didn’t concern himself with Lao Jia’s matters, continuing to eat in silence.
To be honest, the dishes made by a master chef are indeed delicious; Jiang Yu found it hard to stop eating.
Yan Tongtong and Pan Jingchen’s assistant, Liu Qian, were much simpler. They didn’t care who made the dishes; after all, every dish on this table was countless tis better than what they had before.
So why bother about who made them? Just eat with your eyes closed!
Every bite is ultimate deliciousness, a carnival for the taste buds!
Everyone thoroughly enjoyed the al, and the five people finished all six dishes, leaving nothing but a ssy table.
After sending off Pan Jingchen and her assistant Liu Qian, Jia Dequan turned and looked at Jiang Yu with deep emotion, saying:
"Xiaojiang, I think I know why I like eating your cooking so much."
Jiang Yu turned his head, asking curiously: "Why?"
"Your cooking seems to be able to release different emotional values based on a person’s life experiences, like a universal key that opens different locks."
Jia Dequan thought about it, trying to articulate his understanding as clearly as possible. He glanced at Jiang Yu, who seed bewildered, and shook his head, saying,
"Let put it another way, do you know what I was thinking when I tasted your sweet and sour carp?"
Jiang Yu instinctively asked, "What were you thinking?"
He only saw Jia Dequan wiping his tears. As for what he was thinking, how could Jiang Yu know?
He’s not a worm in Lao Jia’s stomach.
"The unique taste of sweet and sour carp is a mix of tart and sweet, just like the candied hawthorn my wife loved when she was young."
Jia Dequan’s eyes were full of nostalgia as he described to Jiang Yu the mories evoked by the sweet and sour carp. He sighed and said to Jiang Yu,
"Those mories are the sweetest monts of my life.
Every ti I take a bite of the sweet and sour carp, it plays like a slide show in my mind. Take another bite, and it plays again...
How could I bear to let it stop?"
"..."
Listening to Jia Dequan’s explanation, Jiang Yu was shocked. He hadn’t realized that his cooking had such "effects"!
Is this the special effect of recipes provided by the Gourt System?
But the situation Lao Jia described is completely different from what Pan Jingchen said earlier!
Before he could ask, Jia Dequan, as if anticipating his thoughts, continued:
"Miss Pan’s situation was different. When she ate your food, it was like seeing hope amid helplessness.
This is why I say your cooking can release corresponding emotional values based on different people’s situations.
Do you understand now?"
"Uh, I kind of understand."
Jiang Yu thought about it and said,
"What you an is that you already cherished the days of youth spent with your wife, so it amplifies that emotion.
As for Sister Chen, she feels surrounded by sadness and despair, and actually hopes to escape that turmoil. So, in her case, it gave her hope.
Is that what you an?"
"Exactly, that’s what I an."
Jia Dequan glanced at Jiang Yu, surprised, and then approvingly said,
"I must say, your explanation is more accurate and understandable than mine—truly befitting soone about to enter graduate school."
"By the way, Lao Jia, have you ever seen anything like this before?"
Filled with curiosity, Jiang Yu didn’t mind Jia Dequan’s teasing and asked,
"Like a dish that’s so well-prepared that it even stirs people’s emotions—have you seen anything like that?"
"I’ve seen it."
Jia Dequan nodded with a smile, saying,
"I just ate it, didn’t I? Isn’t it your cooking?"
Jiang Yu: "..."
"Before you, I hadn’t seen any chef whose dishes have such an effect."
Seeing Jiang Yu’s speechless face, Jia Dequan laughed heartily and then added,
"But, I’ve heard about it."
Originally a bit disappointed, Jiang Yu was suddenly overjoyed, quickly asking:
"Quickly, tell —what’s the story?"
"The two of us just standing here at the entrance of the cafeteria discussing this—it’s rather inappropriate, no?"
This little old man, Jia Dequan, decided to keep things mysterious. He glanced at Jiang Yu, smiling and saying,
"Besides, the story is long, and my mouth gets dry from talking!"
Jiang Yu: "..."
This old man is still putting on airs at this mont!
But right now, Jiang Yu was eager to learn more about this. He wanted to know if there was anyone else whose cooking had a similar miraculous effect.
Could that person have a Gourt System like him?
With this thought, Jiang Yu didn’t care to bicker with Jia Dequan. He turned and walked towards a private room on the first floor, saying as he walked,
"Let’s go, Lao Jia. I’ll make you so tea, and we can sit down in the private room to talk!"
"You should’ve said so earlier!"
Jia Dequan chuckled, turned around, and leisurely walked toward the private room with his hands behind his back.
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