Wang Fan picked up a small bowl, kept a bit for himself, and then filled up the large bowl.
Wang Fan knew Da Zhuang wasn’t lying, but he absolutely didn’t believe that Da Zhuang’s parents wouldn’t eat it.
No one in the world can resist food made by the system, even if it’s just so pork cracklings.
Just that confident, with a serious face.
Seeing Wang Fan coming out with a big bowl, Da Zhuang’s eyes began to light up.
"Wow, Brother Wang, you made so much. But I don’t need that much, just one bowl is fine for ."
As he spoke, his nose started sniffing hard.
"Slls so good, I never thought Brother Wang, you had this kind of skill."
Wang Fan handed the bowl to Da Zhuang and said, "No worries, I made a lot, I can’t finish it all by myself. You take all of it, I bought this pork fat during twilight, it’s very clean. Take it back for your parents to taste too."
Da Zhuang took the bowl and said, "They won’t eat it, my mom is only eating boiled vegetables lately, and my dad is dieting too, he rarely eats at night."
Wang Fan chuckled, "You need to be full to have the energy to diet! Alright, hurry and take it back, it’s so cold outside, don’t catch a cold."
After thanking Wang Fan again, Da Zhuang hurriedly ran back to his yard.
Wang Fan watched Da Zhuang enter his house before closing and locking the door.
Wang Chunyang is 36 this year, 180 centiters tall, his weight has soared to 240 pounds.
Sun Ting is 35, well-maintained, looks around 30.
Both of them were in the living room doing exercise with the TV.
Seeing their son coming in with a bowl, Wang Chunyang imdiately frowned, "Da Zhuang, how could you take so much?"
Da Zhuang quickly explained, "Brother Wang gave it to , I originally only wanted a small bowl, but Brother Wang said he made a lot and was worried it’d spoil, so he let take it all. He even asked you to try so."
Sun Ting said, "Son, you eat it yourself, your dad and I have to diet. Your dad, can you stop slacking off? Do you even know how much you weigh now?"
Wang Chunyang scratched his head awkwardly, "Uh, I’m just taking a break, not slacking."
After saying this, he resud exercising slowly with the TV, beads of sweat trickling down from his forehead, soaking most of his short-sleeved T-shirt.
Despite the cold outside, the house was heated, kept over 26 degrees, so they wouldn’t freeze.
Seeing that his parents were too busy to pay attention to him, Da Zhuang happily took the bowl and ran back to his room.
"Slurp..."
Da Zhuang slurped, slowing down the uncooperative drool already oozing from the corner of his mouth.
Fragrant.
Extrely fragrant.
The rich aroma of pork seed like invisible hands pinning Da Zhuang’s nose to the pork cracklings.
He couldn’t wait and grabbed a piece of crackling to throw into his mouth, gently biting down with his teeth.
"Crunch..."
A crisp sound, the crackling instantly shattered under Da Zhuang’s teeth.
The intense at aroma exploded in his mouth along with the crackling’s remnants and leftover oils, invigorating every taste bud with rich fragrance.
Even with just a little salt, the combination of saltiness and the pork’s unique aroma made Da Zhuang feel like this was the most delicious thing in the world.
"Crunch..."
"Crunch..."
Da Zhuang’s mouth moved quickly, abandoning chopsticks entirely, he used his fingers to pick up the cracklings and tossed them into his mouth, the satisfaction of it drawing him deeper into indulgence.
"Delicious, so delicious! Ah-mmh! Ah-mmh!"
In the living room exercising, Sun Ting sniffed, feeling that an intense at aroma drilled straight into her mind.
She asked Wang Chunyang curiously, "Hubby, what’s that sll? Did you sneakily cook at?"
Wang Chunyang panted heavily, "Wife... I’m so tired I’m a fool now, cooking isn’t on my mind at all."
Sun Ting grew more puzzled, "Then what’s this sll? It slls quite nice."
Wang Chunyang sniffed hard and said, "Isn’t this the sll of the cracklings the brat got from Xiao Wang? I often ate it when I was little, no mistake."
He smacked his lips, savoring mories of childhood taste, "But I have to say, this Xiao Wang really has so skill, this slls even better than what I had back then."
Sun Ting rolled her eyes, "Want to eat it but better resist, you’re almost ballooned up, and your blood pressure, sugar, fats, which one isn’t high? If this keeps up, I’ll be widowed."
Wang Chunyang chuckled awkwardly, "I’m just talking, not planning to eat."
Sun Ting pressed play, "Co on, keep going, one more round and you can rest."
Da Zhuang didn’t care what his parents were doing in the living room.
In his eyes, there were only these cracklings.
The only dissatisfaction was the absence of stead buns.
Otherwise, wrapping these cracklings in buns would taste so good just thinking about it made his head spin.
"Brother Wang’s skills are really great, these are much better than what dad and grandma fry, ah-mmh!"
"Crunch..."
"Crunch..."
The crackling crunch was soft, yet distinctly heard by Sun Ting and Wang Chunyang.
Sun Ting licked her lips subconsciously, suddenly wanting to try the taste of the pork cracklings.
Wang Chunyang felt uncomfortable.
He originally loved eating such fat-rich things, hearing his son devour them and slling the ongoing aroma made him feel life wasn’t worth living.
How did that Xiao Wang simr the pork fat? How does it sll so damn good, better than what mom made in decades?
Sun Ting frowned hard, knowing she needed to diet, it was obviously greasy, not good to eat it late, it was fine for their growing son, but not for them.
I must endure!
I must endure more!
I... I can’t hold it anymore! T-T
Sun Ting never thought her willpower was this weak.
Just a little crackling, yet she couldn’t resist wanting to try a piece.
That aroma and the crisp sound seed like a devil’s whisper, impossible to ignore.
Thinking quickly, Sun Ting said, "Hubby, should we check on our son? I want to see if those cracklings are clean, don’t want our son getting a bad stomach."
Wang Chunyang shook his head, "Wife, it’s okay, you know Xiao Wang, he may be young but he’s very clean, I would sooner doubt my own cooking than believe he uses unclean ingredients."
Sun Ting insisted, "No, I’m still not convinced, I have to check."
Wang Chunyang looked puzzled at Sun Ting, she knew Xiao Wang well, why distrust him today?
"Gulp..."
Hearing this sound, Wang Chunyang imdiately understood, "Right, right, it’s important to check, our growing kid shouldn’t eat just anything, if it’s bad it’ll be problematic, let’s go check, hurry."
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