Chapter 158 (1/2)

Chapter 158: Food with a Hundred Ways of Eating

Therefore, she couldn’t be considered to be a qualified foodie. This dish nevertheless let her disregard everything else and she straightforwardly started to fight with Jiang Changxi for eating more.

“Le Yi, you don’t like eating meat, right? Look, how greasy it is! You better eat your noodles. Hey, the noodles are here now,” while protecting the plate with one hand, Jiang Changxi pointed to the noodles carried up by Yuan Zhou with the other.

“Let’s talk about that later. Besides, this is not meat. It’s rice,” Le Yi corrected her.

“The taste is just the Braised Pork with Soy Sauce. Be good. Eat your noodles,” Jiang Changxi didn’t compromise any bit.

Was she kidding? Only in this short moment, there were only two pieces of the braised pork left on the plate. Out of 6 pieces in all, she had only eaten 2 of them.

“Changxi, only after eating it can I carefully compare if it’s the dish that was passed down from my ancestor,” Le Yi said earnestly.

“But you have already tasted 2 pieces,” looking at the plate, Jiang Changxi wavered a little but soon said firmly.

“But Changxi, remember, it’s you who invite me here and treat me to the dish,” Le Yi suddenly uttered.

“Le Yi, let’s do this. You order a bowl of plain white rice now. I’ll give the concentrated gravy to you,” after thinking for an instant, Jiang Changxi supplemented.

“Gravy Rice is super delicious.”

“Well, alright,” Le Yi agreed to the proposal.

“Boss Yuan, serve me another bowl of plain white rice of 100 Styles of Rice Cuisine. She ordered that.” Jiang Changxi was very happy to have successfully protected the two pieces of Braised Pork with Soy Sauce. She then said to Yuan Zhou while pointing at Le Yi.

“One moment,” Yuan Zhou nodded.

The plain white rice was also cooked with Jing Shan Qiao Rice. Stacked into a cute round shape in the small jade-color bowl, the rice grains were all crystal clear and translucent, emitting the natural fragrance of rice.

“It’s really not much, but enough for me,” Le Yi twitched her nose mischievously.

“Here’s the gravy,” during the short period of Yuan Zhou carrying the rice to them, Jiang Changxi ate up a piece of the braised pork. With the other piece still being chewed in her mouth, she said while covering her mouth with one hand.

Without saying anything, Le Yi took up the small bowl and poured the rice into the small plate barely to its brim. That way, the gravy wouldn’t be wasted any bit.

She carefully stirred the rice. During the process, the rice and the gravy were slowly mixed. It emitted an even more attractive fragrance, which increased one’s appetite.

“It’s so fragrant,” Jiang Changxi swallowed up her braised pork and looked at Le Yi’s rice.

“Indeed,” looking at the red rice grains, Le Yi said contentedly.

Using the spoon for the noodle broth, she scooped up a mouthful of rice and quickly stuffed it into her mouth. Instantly, Le Yi was conquered by the dish. The sweetness of the Braised Pork with Soy Sauce matched the fragrance of the rice well and the two different tastes merged together subtly.

With a mere bite, she felt soft and elastic rice grains; the gravy rushed around in her mouth and came back into the rice grains again, bringing about the fragrance once more. As a result, Le Yi directly carried up the plate and started to eat in an ungraceful manner.

“I am feeling a little regret,” when Jiang Changxi saw Le Yi eating so blissfully, she grumbled. Then, she quickly picked up some noodles from the Clear Broth Noodle Soup with her chopsticks and stuffed into her mouth, smiling contentedly.

Just in a little while, Le Yi ate up the Gravy Rice in the small plate. One could hardly tell that the plate had been filled with any dish previously as it was extraordinarily clean.

“Boss, can I ask you a question?” Le Yi stopped Yuan Zhou and asked.

Yuan Zhou turned his head but did not agree. Le Yi said again, “Boss Yuan, why does the Braised Pork with Soy Sauce you made from rice tofu taste so good and has no difference from the genuine one?”

“Because I’m Yuan Zhou,” Yuan Zhou said primly.

“Pardon?” Although Le Yi was a gentlewoman, she had never expected Yuan Zhou to say such words.

Even a reply of “It’s not convenient to answer you” would be better than the current answer.

“What does that mean?” Le Yi put away her astonishment and asked again.

“It’s what it literally means,” Yuan Zhou frowned. His answer was obviously quite clear.