1341: Chapter 1342: Top Culinary Master 1341: Chapter 1342: Top Culinary Master “Wow, you Dragon Country people are truly so warm and welcoming!”
Getting into Jiang ng’s car, Flora let out a sigh of relief.
Though she was happy, she was also admittedly quite exhausted.
“They probably thought you were so sort of celebrity.”
Jiang ng said with a laugh.
“By the way, this must be your husband, Mr.
Xiao Chen, right?”
Flora turned to Xiao Chen and spoke in fluent Dragon Country language: “Jiang ng often ntions you, saying how wonderful you are.
Seeing you today, it’s true—you really are handso.”
“Beautiful Miss, you’re too kind!”
Xiao Chen smiled and said, “Jiang ng also talks about you often, saying you might be the most versatile and beautiful woman in the world.”
“What do you think, Mr.
Xiao?”
Flora said with a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
“?
I think you are the most beautiful Western woman in the world.
As for the East, my wife is still the most beautiful!”
“Haha, you really know how to talk!”
With just one sentence, he managed to make both won happy.
This was Xiao Chen’s art of conversation.
“Miss Flora, are we going ho to eat or should we find a spot sowhere?”
Xiao Chen asked.
“Of course ho!
I heard from Jiang ng that you’re a master of Dragon Country cuisine.
I’ve got to test that out!”
Flora said with a laugh.
“Ah!”
Jiang ng covered her mouth; she was dood.
Back then, she’d boasted too much, and now her bluff was about to be exposed.
Xiao Chen hardly ever cooked at ho.
The most he’d done was make her soup, but to be fair, the soup was truly excellent.
She was about to confess her exaggerations when Xiao Chen said, “Alright, ho it is.
This French gourt can have a taste of Dragon Country’s delicacies.”
Back ho, Flora went to take a shower.
After the long day, she was drenched in sweat and felt uncomfortable.
Jiang ng quickly pulled Xiao Chen aside, “Hubby, hurry and order takeout while you have the chance.
I’m so sorry, my vanity got the better of —I couldn’t help but say you’re so master chef who cooks all kinds of dishes for daily.”
“It’s not a lie though!”
Xiao Chen smiled.
“Otherwise, what would you think all those als from before were—store-bought?”
Ever since he stopped living with Liu Xin, Xiao Chen had been preparing exquisite als for Jiang ng almost every day.
It was his way of thanking her for making him breakfast every morning.
Jiang ng hadn’t realized it and always thought the food was from outside.
“Are you serious?!”
Jiang ng was stunned, “No way those dishes were yours—they were too delicious.
I almost swallowed my tongue!”
“You’re exaggerating.
I was just casually cooking.
By the way, what’s your friend’s taste preference?”
Xiao Chen asked.
“She prefers light flavors but expects dishes to stimulate her taste buds—hard to please!”
Jiang ng said.
“Alright, got it.
Let check what ingredients we have in the kitchen.”
Xiao Chen dove into the kitchen and inspected the supplies.
He decided to make the simplest dish—fried rice with egg!
Paired with his signature clay pot soup.
After all, the simpler the dish, the harder it was to get it right.
Any flaws would be imdiately noticeable.
Since he and Jiang ng had already eaten not long ago, there was no need for them to eat again.
Having made up his mind, he got to work.
Watching the knife skills that seed to leave afterimages and his expert egg-cracking techniques in the kitchen,
Jiang ng was dumbfounded.
Her husband had this skill all along?
Could it be that her earlier boasts were about to beco reality?
Suddenly, Jiang ng felt a wave of happiness.
She was surely the happiest woman on earth.
“Hubby, I want to eat too!”
She couldn’t help but say.
“Sure, no problem!”
Xiao Chen nodded.
By the ti Flora finished her shower, Xiao Chen’s dishes had been prepared.
Flora ca out dressed in fresh clothes, her body carrying a unique fragrance.
On the table was golden fried rice, each grain of rice glistening like tiny pearls of gold.
She’d seen egg fried rice before, but never like this.
And that clay pot beside it, though its lid was still closed, the aroma wafting out made her involuntarily swallow her saliva.
She’d tasted cuisines from all over the world, including Dragon Country food.
But nothing had ever tempted her quite like this.
She felt this was not just a feast for the palate but also for the eyes.
Never had anyone elevated sothing as simple as fried rice to such an art form—was this the legendary golden fried rice?
“Looks amazing.
I wonder how it tastes?”
Flora swallowed a mouthful of saliva and picked up a spoon to take a bite.
In that instant, she felt as though she had been transported into a world of culinary wonders.
Springy and flavorful rice paired perfectly with the aroma of eggs—a harmonious combination that brought endless surprises.
Flora couldn’t stop her hand.
She spooned bite after bite, eating faster and faster, leaving Jiang ng staring in disbelief from the side.
This poor child—was she starved or sothing?
“Is it gone already?”
The rice was finished, and Flora finally snapped out of the strange trance, still craving more.
“It’s so delicious.
I’ve never tasted anything this good before.
You’ve truly turned cooking into art.
Oh my, Jiang ng, I’m so envious of you—you get to eat such amazing food every day.”
Flora even held up her plate and ate every last grain of rice.
“I thought Westerners don’t eat rice?”
Jiang ng joked.
“No, no, no, if sothing’s delicious, who wouldn’t eat it?
Mr.
Xiao, could I have another serving?”
She couldn’t control her cravings, almost swallowing her own tongue.
“Good food is delightful, but eating too much isn’t beneficial.
Try the clay pot soup instead—my specialty, unique in the world, not sold anywhere else.”
Xiao Chen said with a smile.
“Alright!”
Flora opened the lid of the clay pot.
The scent imdiately overwheld her senses, transforming her into a voracious foodie.
She quickly scooped up a spoonful and carefully tasted the soup.
“This!
How is this possible!”
The flavors were so rich yet devoid of any greasiness.
Before she knew it, she had finished the soup, leaving not a drop behind.
“What kind of at is this?”
Flora asked in surprise.
“Just ordinary pork.”
Xiao Chen replied.
“Pork?
Impossible—how could pork taste this good?
Pork has never been this delicious.”
Flora had eaten pork before but wasn’t particularly fond of it.
Yet, the at here made her feel like she was eating dragon’s at from the heavens.
“Jiang ng, you truly weren’t exaggerating.
Before, I thought you were intentionally boasting about your husband.
Now I see—I was wrong.
You were being modest.”
Flora wiped her mouth and said with lingering satisfaction.
“Haha!”
Jiang ng laughed awkwardly, thinking to herself: I was bragging at first; who knew you’d actually co to Dragon Country.
“So, does that an your husband is really skilled in antiques and art too?”
Flora still didn’t quite believe Jiang ng’s other claims.
Every woman carries a bit of vanity, adding so glamour to their husband’s persona is absolutely normal.
She didn’t see it as a problem—she simply hadn’t fully believed it.
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