Gabrielle Winters quickly made room for him to take charge of the cooking.
Their kitchen used gas, so the flas were quite strong, much stronger than those from an induction cooker.
The old Daoist was very adept at using it.
Lawrence Winters observed his gestures, noticing he didn’t seem to use any special techniques. He tossed in oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar effortlessly, and after just a couple of quick stirs, the air was filled with an enticing aroma.
Just like the beauty described in "The Profligate’s Love of Beauty," add one more pinch it’s too salty, take away one pinch it’s too bland; add sugar it’s too sweet, pour vinegar it’s too sour.
The taste, sohow balanced, without any asuring cups or tirs, ca out looking like a perfect piece of art in the bowl—complete with color, aroma, and flavor.
Lawrence Winters gazed at the plate of braised mandarin ducks, swallowing continuously.
She couldn’t resist taking out her phone and snapping nine photos from different angles, then posting them on her social dia.
#Today’s dinner, really delicious!!!#
She used three exclamation marks to express her feelings.
Kenneth Osborne saw it from the study, liked it, and then ca to the kitchen as well.
Lawrence pulled him over, stood by the old Daoist happily saying, "Kenneth, look! My great master is such a skilled cook! It’s really exceptionally delicious! I had it once when I was ten, and I still rember the taste!"
Kenneth glanced at her, saying lightly, "You rember what sothing tasted like when you were ten? Aren’t you exaggerating?"
"How could it be an exaggeration!" Lawrence picked up her chopsticks, grabbed a piece of the duck, and put it in her mouth.
The duck at, both tender and chewy, offered supre enjoynt to her teeth and tongue; that flavor quickly transmitted from the taste buds to her brain, as if every cell in her body was affirming this delightful experience.
She chewed with her eyes closed, murmuring, "This is the taste... this is the taste..."
It really was exactly the sa as the deliciousness in her mories.
Kenneth curled his lips, also picked up the public chopsticks, and grabbed a piece of the duck for himself.
When this piece of duck reached his mouth, he indeed paused for a mont.
Kenneth had tasted many good things, his sister Brooke Osborne’s cooking was especially excellent, better than many five-star hotel chefs.
But this ti, compared to Brooke’s cooking, it was like comparing a rural chef carrying full sets of pots and pans to the countryside to prepare banquets, with a master-level chef running a state banquet.
Not at the sa level at all, impossible to compare.
Chewing slowly, Kenneth savored this indescribable delicacy, his emotions gradually becoming complex.
Unlike Lawrence, he was an outsider, so he saw things more clearly.
At least he would never believe that soone who could create such stunningly delicious dishes was just an ordinary, unknown old Daoist.
He looked at the old Daoist, who was concentrating on his cooking, with a keen gaze like X-rays, as if wanting to see through his plump exterior to the depth of his being.
The identity of this old Daoist was definitely not simple.
Kenneth swallowed the last bite, noticed Lawrence’s intoxicated expression, and his heart stirred, smiling as he said, "It really is so delicious, Nora wasn’t wrong after all."
Lawrence opened her eyes, nodded repeatedly, her peachy cheeks flushed with excitent as she said, "Kenneth, I wasn’t lying, was I?! My great master’s dishes are truly amazing! They even dared to say it was made by a fox spirit! It’s clearly great master! Tastes exactly like those in my mory!"
The old Daoist smiled warmly at her and said, "Ten years ago, you believed it... You were even cuter than you are now, you believed anything I said!"
"Great master, I trusted you, yet you used that to tease ! Am I still your most beloved little apprentice?!" With the delicious food in front of her, Lawrence could say anything, her words of praise were overwhelming and irresistible.
But the old Daoist enjoyed it very much, even starting to hum a little mountain tune cheerfully.
"... When the sky darkens and the stars appear, I think of my sweetheart with full affection... When getting off the horse and seeing the tree we planted together, the winding mountain road ahead leads ho..."
Gabrielle Winters and Nick Zeller exchanged glances and shook their heads with smiles, then carried the dishes to the dining room.
Lawrence Winters slled the braised mandarin duck being carried away and turned to chase after it.
Leaving only Kenneth Osborne and the old Daoist in the kitchen.
Kenneth took the opportunity to say, "Old sage, could you teach how to cook?"
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