Besides Dragon Team and Chang Yixian, there’s another player on the n’s table tennis team nicknad Big Head, Liu Hang.
Liu Hang is also from the Northeast. He’s the only player born after 2000 on the n’s team. Including three female team mbers, they gathered at the sa table with Dragon Team and the others.
Liu Hang and the female team mbers had already taken the delicious food they wanted to eat. Just looking at and slling this food made everyone feel imnsely happy.
"These past few days have made hungry. Tomorrow’s the opening ceremony, so today we can have a good al."
After the competition starts, with the tight schedule and imnse pressure, there’s actually not much appetite. Today is a rare day to enjoy food.
Liu Hang licked his lips, "I heard Boss Wang just won the champion of the Three Eastern Provinces Pot-wrapped at competition. I wonder if his stead buns are any good."
Dragon Team picked up a stead bun with confidence, saying, "Just by its appearance, there’s no such thing as it not being tasty."
After saying that, he gently pinched it.
The soft, snow-white bun skin was pinched into a dent by Dragon Team’s long, strong fingers, magically making it seem like the whole bun was transford.
Dragon Team’s fingertips felt an amazing softness and elasticity; the perfect texture made his Adam’s apple involuntarily twitch, recalling all the beautiful things about big stead buns.
Furthermore, with this pinch, the feel clearly indicated there was more inside than just the dough; otherwise, it wouldn’t be so springy.
Being experienced, he didn’t choose to eat it directly but instead carefully tore it open from the middle under everyone’s curious gaze.
The bun skin was highly elastic; Dragon Team’s fingers reached a forty-degree angle, and the bun showed no signs of breaking.
Breaking it open slightly more, only then did the bun skin split open.
Once it broke, everyone’s curious gaze instantly turned into shock.
Really, for a mont it seed like there was a faucet inside the bun.
A large stream of oil gushed out from the bun’s crack, the rich, fragrant at sll like a strong current rushing to Dragon Team’s forehead.
The color of the oil was vivid, ruby-like tempting, shining under the light with a dazzling sheen.
It flowed down the bun’s crevice, dripping into the dish, filling the bottom in an instant.
Its audacious appearance astounded the world champions.
"Wow... Just looking at this scene, it’s not hard to imagine how aromatic these buns are."
"My goodness, with so much oil I don’t even feel greasy at all. How’s that done?"
"Gee, this bun seems more audacious than Sister Zhang. It’s like a spray at a word."
The rich at aroma was already perating the air, its powerful flavor overwhelming the stir-fried dishes on their plates.
Dragon Team couldn’t wait to bite into the bun.
The soft bun skin had a mushy texture, akin to what a cloud would taste like if it had a texture.
The thin skin with abundant filling was typical of these buns, ensuring you wouldn’t bite without getting so filling.
The fresh, juicy beef filling spread over the tongue as soon as it entered the mouth.
"Tender and juicy" used to be adjectives, but Dragon Team realized for the first ti it could describe a scene.
Even with so much oil flowing out of the bun, the at filling still concealed so much of it—simply incredible!
The rich ginger and scallion flavor not only was aromatic but also accentuated the beef’s aroma, presenting a tempting taste that was irresistible.
Dragon Team felt his taste buds imrsed in the blissful sensation nad happiness, forgetting all troubles at that mont, casting aside all anxieties, wholly indulged in the delight of gourt food.
However, Dragon Team’s eating manner beca sowhat hard for others to handle.
Originally he ate with composure and elegance, but now it could only be described as binge eating.
His mouth first approached the bun, sucking hard, and the rich, aromatic bun broth entered his mouth.
The broth, a mixture of oil and water, was flavorful without the greasiness of pure oil, its overwhelming satisfaction enveloping his chest.
Then with a big bite including both filling and skin to mouth, wow, the feeling—Dragon Team felt it was just as gratifying as when he first claid the double grand slam.
"Gulp..."
Eating food is truly contagious.
Chang Yixian and several others, watching Dragon Team eat so heartily, couldn’t help swallowing too.
"Is it really that delicious?"
"Do you not know how picky Dragon Team’s mouth is?"
"True, so what are we waiting for?"
"No rush, I saw earlier, there are plenty of buns, let’s be elegant and composed."
"Whoa... This is truly fragrant, even spending many years in the Northeast I haven’t eaten such intense buns. Did they put all possible spices in these?"
"What are you thinking? We’re among our own people; no way they’d dupe us. Hurry up, eat!"
Dragon Team’s retaliatory indulgence influenced other team mbers, with the table tennis team’s indulgence spreading to other teams.
It felt like a competition, each eating more heartily than the last, worrying the coaches of each team, fearing adverse effects on the competition from overeating.
So athletes in events needing weight control, initially hesitating about what to eat without overdoing it, saw the scene and no longer hesitated—stead buns, must be beef stead buns!
Wang Fan’s trays of buns disappeared at visible speed.
The diners’ response was the highest recognition for the chef, with Wang Fan’s buns consud faster than any other dish, dispelling worries about Wang Fan’s prowess among culinary experts.
Despite being young, and indeed a social dia celebrity, the substance in his craft was undeniably real.
After all, no one could provoke so many Olympic champions and world number ones to endorse him.
...
"Snowflakes drifting, cold winds howling, the world a vast expanse..."
"I hide outside the door, holding a rice bowl, longing for a taste of hotown cuisine..."
Several overseas students gathered outside whispering, thinking of those athletes having tasted hotown delicacies, while they could only sll it, and couldn’t help but feel sorrow, their mournful song making the listeners shed tears and the viewers feel sad.
Chairman Liu, having just finished eating, was smoking outside when he heard the commotion and curiously ca over for a look.
"What are you guys doing here?"
Gu Zhengchao and the others froze, turned around wide-eyed.
Isn’t this the guy who knows nothing about table tennis? Why’s he out here?
But then, this seems like an opportunity?!
Gu Zhengchao’s eyes lit up and said pitifully, "Hello, Coach Liu. We’re students here; haven’t been ho for years, heard chefs from ho ca, so just ca to sll the flavors, to recall the taste of ho."
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