Chapter 531: Chapter 529: So Delicious It’ll Make You Cry
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The lion’s head atballs were ready.
Tian Lin looked at the atballs in the pot with a tinge of disappointnt.
She had high expectations for this dish. She watched every step Jiang Feng took while making it, noting that even chopping the at was complicated. He used such high-quality, fatty pork belly that she had imagined the result would be a dish so stunningly delicious.
Just like the als Jiang Weiguo used to make many years ago.
It had been many years since Tian Lin had tasted Jiang Weiguo’s cooking, to be exact, she had only eaten it a few tis and couldn’t even rember the taste anymore. She only rembered that Jiang Weiguo’s at dishes were unlike anyone else’s.
They were different even before reaching the mouth, just the sll alone was captivating, as if the dish was sprinkled with luminous powder and was glowing.
She had thought Jiang Feng’s lion’s head atballs would surely be the sa, but they looked no different from ordinary atballs, pale in color. They did sll quite nice, but it was a faint fragrance.
In any case, the allure was not enough to make it impossible to look away.
Then Tian Lin saw Jiang Feng pour a ladle of piping hot chicken soup over the lion’s head atballs.
The chicken soup had naturally gone through a post-process treatnt, with the oil removed from the surface and so other ingredients added. The color of the soup was lighter than before, but it still had a slight yellow tint.
At the mont the chicken soup was poured, Tian Lin caught the aroma.
It was not just the scent of the chicken soup, nor just the sll of the fat, but also bamboo shoots and sothing else – it was simply delicious.
So fragrantly tempting that one couldn’t look away.
Just like the first ti she had tried Jiang Weiguo’s cooking decades ago.
“Aunt, if you want to make it yourself, there’s no need to re-season the chicken soup like I did earlier. Just skim off the fat, it doesn’t taste good if it’s too oily,” Jiang Feng said.
Tian Lin took ntal note of that – the chicken soup for pouring should be light, not too oily.
Pouring the chicken soup!
Once the dishes were ready, Jiang Feng and Tian Lin began serving them at the table.
The Zhao family only had one dining table. It was large, but not enough to seat everyone. So usually, the elders would sit at the table to eat, while the younger ones would fill their bowls with the dishes and sit on the side. Once finished, they would go back for more food.
Zhao i, with her big belly, also took a seat at the table.
She was about to give birth soon, carrying twins ant her belly was frighteningly large, which made many tasks inconvenient. Her husband and Tian Lin helped her with picking food, so she just needed to point her finger regally to indicate what she wanted to eat.
As soon as Zhao i entered the dining room, she slled the lion’s head atballs. Even though she almost snuck chicken soup noodles every night, the mix of the soup’s and the at’s aroma made her mouth water now.
These lion’s head atballs were definitely not made by her mother!
She even doubted if any dish on the table except for the shredded potatoes was prepared by her mother. Her mom wouldn’t use five-spice pork belly with a mix of fat and lean at for spicy pepper pork; instead, she would use purely fatty at. When her mom fried tomatoes and eggs, she would definitely add soy sauce, dark soy sauce, and light soy sauce, not missing any. And her mom’s stead eggs wouldn’t be so delicately smooth on the surface—they were made with extra eggs to have a custard-like feel.
She couldn’t think about it any longer, or she felt tears would uncontrollably start flowing. Ever since getting pregnant, she had beco even more sentintal.
“ii, do you want so lion’s head atballs? I can serve you so,” Tian Lin offered warmly.
Jiang Feng made six lion’s head atballs, each the size of 1.5 adult male fists, so big that if a whole one were put in a bowl, there would be no room for soup.
“Zhuangshi, serve ii one in a bowl. These youngsters eat quickly; if you don’t serve more for ii, it will be gone in the blink of an eye,” Mrs. Jiang interjected.
“Grandma, no need to serve a whole one, I can’t finish it,” Zhao i said.
“It’s just one lion’s head atball, what’s there to not finish? Back when I was pregnant with the kids, I would eat five or six als a day, each consisting of three bowls of rice. Back then I only had one in the belly. You are carrying two, so you should eat more. You’re almost due; eating well will give you strength for the delivery. Otherwise, you’ll suffer during birth,” Mrs. Jiang remarked.
Tian Lin served Zhao i an entire lion’s head atball. The huge atball filled the entire bowl, so much so that Zhao i didn’t know where to start eating.
Eating it with a spoon made her worry that the at might fall apart and drop out of the bowl, while biting it off with chopsticks seed inelegant and she was afraid it would affect her looks.
After much consideration, Zhao i chose to bite into it with chopsticks. Anyway, she was already in such a state, with legs swollen like well-packaged sausages and a face as round as a freshly baked pancake, not to ntion a belly as big as the lion’s head atball in the bowl—what image was there to worry about?
Zhao i picked up the lion’s head atball with her chopsticks, took a big bite, and the juice sared over her cheeks.
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Fatty but not greasy, smooth and tender with a strong fragrance and elasticity, the aty morsels bursting with at juice and the fresh flavors of chicken broth and bamboo shoots exploded in Zhao i’s mouth.
It was fatty at.
But it was delicious, delectable, the kind of fatty at that could move you to tears.
There was no heavy sauce flavor, no excessive sweetness or saltiness, and despite the predominance of fatty at cubes, it tasted very light. The juice seeped out of the at cubes as if it could lt one’s tongue in the mouth.
“Mom,” Zhao i said with a sobbing tone to Tian Lin, “the fatty at is so delicious.”
Pregnant won are always sentintal, with even the smallest thing warranting their tears, not to ntion sothing as significant as lion’s head atballs.
Zhao i wolfed down the lion’s head with big bites, her face sared with at juice, her mouth full of the fragrance of at, just like when she was little, sitting at the dining table devouring a aty al.
She wept as she gnawed on the lion’s head, tears dripping onto it.
Tian Lin was on the verge of wiping her own tears away.
In a matter of minutes, a full bowl of lion’s head was gulped down by Zhao i.
“Mom, I want to eat ribs!”
“Tomatoes!”
“Give two more pieces of ribs!”
“Add more chili peppers!”
Jiang Feng and the others were dumbfounded.
By all accounts, this should have been a heartwarming scene, a daughter who had been struggling with a poor appetite suddenly eating heartily at the dining table while her mother, overjoyed and moved to tears, continued to serve her food.
It was the epito of a warm family drama from any perspective.
If only Zhao i wasn’t crying while eating, it would have been even more heartwarming.
Zhao i’s husband wasn’t idle either, responsible for wiping her tears. The whole scene seed really odd.
Jiang Junlian was so frightened that she didn’t dare to reach out with her chopsticks, and it took her a long ti to quietly pick up a small piece of lion’s head. After tasting it, she whispered to Jiang Junqing, “It just tastes like lion’s head, it shouldn’t be delicious enough to make ii cry.”
High schooler Jiang Junlian couldn’t understand the sentintality of pregnant won or Zhao i’s feeling of parched thirst quenched by sweet dew.
The other won at the table who had given birth understood quite well, and the eldest aunt was the first to break the silence, explaining for Zhao i, “ii is just like I was, easily brought to tears when pregnant.”
“Yes, yes, I rember when I was pregnant with Feng, I once started crying after just a few bites of a green vegetable I had picked up during a al. It scared Jiankang so much, he thought the salt wasn’t dissolved properly,” Wang Xiulian chid in.
“I’m the sa; when I was pregnant with Ran, I ate a pancake that was just a bit too hard, and inexplicably, I ended up crying while eating it,” the fourth aunt agreed with a nod.
Everyone started sharing their own experiences of eating and crying during pregnancy, which made Zhao i’s tears seem quite normal.
anwhile, the male mbers of the Jiang family were all confused, with not a single one of them rembering their wives crying over such strange and bizarre reasons during pregnancy.
“De, do you think ii is crying because it’s too delicious or because it’s awful?” Jiang Junlian asked Jiang Zaidi in a whisper.
“Is that even a question? Of course, it’s because it’s delicious!” Jiang Zaidi replied with conviction, looking enviously at Zhao i who had started on her second lion’s head.
When would he ever get such treatnt? He could eat two out of six lion’s heads presented on the table.
Jiang Zaidi sighed deeply.
It seed urgent now to start saving money, and he was also due to start looking for a girlfriend. He needed to find an opportunity to subtly ask his younger brother where he was planning to buy a house.
Even if he couldn’t indulge in two out of six lion’s heads, he resolved to strive for a life where he could eat lion’s head atballs with every al.
Jiang Zaidi clenched his fists tightly.
To eat lion’s head atballs the size of his fist!
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