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“Fish Flavor?”
Poverty Old Man also laughed, shaking his head secretly at Lin's deliberately mysterious demeanor.
This child is good in many ways, but one thing that Poverty Old Man is not quite satisfied with is that he always likes to speak halfway, giving off an air of mystery.
No matter what, it's better to taste it for himself. Poverty Old Man stopped talking and reached out to grab a pair of chopsticks, but after searching around, he couldn't find any.
“No chopsticks? How am I supposed to eat?” Poverty Old Man frowned and asked.
“Chopsticks are not suitable for this dish; I suggest you use this instead…”
With that, Lin pulled out a large spoon from behind him. The spoon was bigger than a regular eating spoon and could be considered a soup ladle.
“A spoon? I rarely use this to eat…”
Poverty Old Man was somewhat confused. Everyone is an adult and knows how to use chopsticks; why would they need to eat with a spoon? It seemed a bit out of place in the Noodle Shop.
“Trust me, you will thank me for giving you a spoon instead of chopsticks.”
Under Lin's smiling gaze, Poverty Old Man reluctantly accepted the spoon and then lowered his head, preparing to enjoy the “Fish Flavor.”
Meanwhile, the Live Streamer had automatically focused on Poverty Old Man, who seemed to have taken over the role of Fatty's “Taster.”
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“Eat! Hurry up and eat!”
“Fish Flavor… Brother, I’ve already fished out all the goldfish from the aquarium, ready to enjoy the Fish Flavor.”
"Visible but unattainable, what a torment! When is Brother opening a restaurant?"
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The Bullet Screen Group gradually became more active, with many people starting to complain about this feeling of being unable to eat. Some had even prepared various snacks nearby, fearing they might see the expression of the Poverty Old Man enjoying his meal and be unable to resist biting their tongues.
……
Under Lin's watchful gaze, the Poverty Old Man picked up a ladle and first stirred the sauce over the rice bowl, leaning in to sniff it a few times.
"Mm, the aroma is rich; it truly has the authentic flavor of Fish-Flavored Shredded Pork. This fragrance seems to have been enhanced several degrees, making it even more appetizing."
The slightly meaty sweet and sour scent made the Poverty Old Man's mouth water, and he unconsciously began to swallow.
Lin's smile widened; he knew that any review would focus on three aspects: Color, Aroma, and Flavor.
Once eating becomes purposeful, it is no longer just about enjoying food. These reviewers would first do as the Poverty Old Man did—smell the dish's aroma.
In this way, Lin's Locking in Aroma technique could come into play, directly altering everyone's first impression of the dish.
The glistening sauce was thick, shimmering on the white rice. As he gently stirred it, the sauce began to slowly seep beneath the rice.
This presentation could be considered the pinnacle of a rice bowl.
Based solely on color and aroma, these reviewers couldn't give Lin too low a score; it should hover around 9.5.
If they also considered that Lin was just an unacclaimed chef, that score would likely rise further, and giving him a perfect score wouldn't be unreasonable.
So, Lin's first step was very successful. In this assessment, his Level Three certification was evident; as long as the flavors were not too strange, his knife skills and presentation alone were enough to earn him the Level Three Chef certification.
...
The Poverty Old Man stirred a bit, his appetite awakened. He no longer had the mood to comment on the dish's appearance; he just wanted to taste it.
He scooped up a portion of rice with the soup spoon and brought it to his mouth.
"Glug."
After tasting that bite of rice bowl, countless viewers in front of the screen began to swallow. How they wished they could be the ones eating that rice!
"The initial flavor is slightly tangy, hmm... followed by a sweetness. The S-Class Pork Tenderloin is well showcased for its tenderness, combined with the smoothness of the bamboo shoots. Hmm, very good..."
After chewing a couple of times, the Poverty Old Man still had the mood to comment on the dish's texture. Compared to an ordinary chef, Lin's dish was already outstanding, reaching the standards of a Fifth Level Chef.
However, even so, the Poverty Old Man was not fully satisfied. Compared to Cool Summer Noodles, this dish still lacked something; it could not be considered Lin's masterpiece.
After chewing slowly for a bit longer, the Poverty Old Man finally swallowed.
The lingering sweet and sour taste opened up his appetite, achieving its appetizing purpose. He couldn't help but scoop another spoonful...
As he continued, third spoonful, fourth spoonful... until the sixth spoonful, the Poverty Old Man had finished off the rice around the edges and was now digging toward the center.
Lin's smile suddenly became strange. He looked at the Poverty Old Man and then glanced up at the Examiners; they would want to taste from the center too, right?
"I can't shake the feeling that there's something off about this Fish-Flavored Shredded Pork," the Poverty Old Man murmured softly while holding his spoon. The few bites he had just taken were indeed appetizing, but it wasn't quite a truly appetizing dish, and he felt that something was missing in terms of flavor.
By the way, it's supposed to be spicy. Why does this Fish-Flavored Shredded Pork have no spiciness at all?
The Poverty Old Man had this thought flash through his mind as he sent another bite of rice bowl into his mouth.
As he chewed carefully, the heat of the dish was diminishing for the Poverty Old Man. He seemed a bit fed up; perhaps with just two more bites, he would no longer eat it.
Sighing inwardly, the Poverty Old Man became somewhat distracted, lost in thought when suddenly, his eyes bulged out, bloodshot.
Seeing the Poverty Old Man's expression, Lin's strange smile grew even wider.
The show was about to begin!
Just a moment ago, it was a Fish-Flavored Shredded Pork lacking spiciness, and now, this dish was called Fish Flavor!
"Oh! Hahaha! Spicy!"
In the next moment, the Poverty Old Man stuck out his tongue and opened his mouth as if something had exploded inside. A fierce spiciness and sourness flooded his taste buds.
The center of this dish had a flavor completely different from its exterior!
Between the rice layers was chili oil, and the sauce here was noticeably thicker, with the sourness intensified three to four times!
When the spiciness and sourness erupted, the Poverty Old Man's first reaction was to quickly suppress it with rice!
Thus, he took a spoonful and filled his mouth with the surrounding rice. After two or three bites, he finally managed to tone down the spiciness.
In that brief moment, beads of sweat appeared on the Poverty Old Man's forehead, clearly indicating how intense that spiciness was!
As that intense spiciness and sourness gradually faded from the Poverty Old Man's mouth, a sense of loss arose in his heart.
This is the strange nature of humans; although it was spicy just now, his taste buds had been violently awakened, and when the flavor faded, all he wanted was to quickly fill that void again.
The magical combination of spiciness and sourness creates an addiction, making one unable to resist taking bite after bite!
The slightly hesitant spoon continued to dig down, and the Poverty Old Man had no other thoughts. No more explanations, no more tasting; he just wanted to eat quickly!
Looking at those judges, each one was also sticking out their tongues from the spiciness, yet every one of them mechanically shoveled rice into their mouths!
This is the true essence of cuisine. Lin had long calculated their psychological responses, knowing exactly when to provide them with a stimulating surprise.
Lin's cooking was not only about creating extreme flavors; he was also calculating human emotions.
A chef who can capture the diners' appetites is called a cook, but one who can capture their hearts is truly a Culinary God!
"Poverty Old Man, are you overwhelmed by the spiciness? How about some soup to ease it..."
Seeing the Poverty Old Man sweating profusely and his scalp tingling from the heat, Lin knew he was reaching his limit for spiciness. It was time for him to taste the essence of the dish.
"Fish Flavor doesn't just let you taste the flavor of fish; it transforms you into a fish..."
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