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Holding a tray, Lin walked over to the dining table and had just placed the Mung Bean soup down when Dream Source began to shout, "Wow! Boyfriend, this looks really delicious!"
Lin chuckled; Dream Source truly was an Ironclad Fan of Noodle Shop, always wanting everything he made to be good.
This bowl of noodles immediately sent the Bullet Screen Group into a frenzy, with both singles and married people expressing their envy.
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"Bro, having a girlfriend is great! Does your sister-in-law have any older sisters or younger sisters? Hmm, even a young aunt would do..."
"We're so envious! Lin, you're so lucky!"
"Ah, young people have it good. Look at my partner; if I were to cook! Ah! Help me..."
"Let's eat, bro. Stop showing off your love here!"
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The Bullet Screen Group exploded again with various commentaries, making Lin realize one thing: no matter how much he denied his relationship with Dream Source, to outsiders, they looked like a couple—one of those overly sweet types that made others feel "ashamed."
Was it because of Lin Zhen's romance? Or was it due to the contract? Or perhaps the fondness generated from physical contact?
Lin didn't know; he lacked experience in this area.
But he didn't want to know either. Knowing those things wouldn't help. What he understood now was that this feeling made him very comfortable, even changing the taste of the dishes he prepared.
He awkwardly smiled at the Camera and said, "Alright everyone, stop complaining. I'll taste this dish now. Since no one can solve it today, you'll just have to listen to me."
This truly puts the audience at a disadvantage; Lin's perspective on the dishes is too professional, always standing in the chef's position, which takes away much of the enjoyment of "tasting."
As Lin's words settled, the live streaming room fell silent, everyone waiting to experience the flavor of this breakfast he was preparing.
Just as Lin picked up his chopsticks, the doorbell rang with a "ding ding ding."
"Can we not just enjoy a meal in peace?"
Lin raised his eyebrows in surprise, took a deep breath, put down his chopsticks, and walked outside with some displeasure, while also pondering who could be looking for him.
When Lin opened the door, he was taken aback by the scene before him.
Standing at the door was Fatty, sporting two dark circles under his eyes. He looked somewhat dejected, wearing a tactical vest and carrying a bulging travel backpack on his back.
What was Fatty up to?
In the next moment, Lin had an answer; Fatty must have been affected by the recent drop in popularity of last night's hit drama and was likely here to stir up some trouble.
Upon seeing Lin, Fatty didn't display his usual playful demeanor; instead, his expression was heavy, as if shrouded in bad luck.
"Bro, I..."
Fatty stammered, unsure of what to say, but Lin knew very well that it certainly wasn't anything good.
"Don't say anything; come inside with me."
Lin pulled Fatty into the house, casually unloading the backpack from Fatty's shoulders before pressing him down into a seat at the dining table.
"Eat, finish this breakfast first, then you can."
Lin calmly said, handing a pair of chopsticks to Fatty.
"Brother, I don't feel like eating..."
Fatty seemed to have suffered a significant psychological blow, to the point where he didn't even want to eat, and this was made by Lin!
Touching his chin, Lin felt that Fatty was facing something tricky. However, that didn't matter; he had to make Fatty eat this meal!
Lin thought this way for a reason. He pointed at the Live Streamer and pulled up the Virtual Screen for Fatty to see, using Live Streaming as an excuse. "Look, everyone is looking forward to you trying it!"
The Bullet Screen Group on the Virtual Screen was scrolling, and the people in the room were unusually excited, calling out Fatty's nickname and requesting him to taste the food.
Seeing this scene, Fatty seemed to remember something. Tears shimmered in the corners of his eyes as he softly murmured, "Thank you, thank you everyone..."
In the next moment, Fatty suddenly raised his head and rubbed his eyes. "Alright, I'll eat!"
"Hello everyone, I am your favorite Number One Taster Black Fatty. Now I will taste this meal for you..."
Fatty displayed a professional smile, as if he had returned to the moments when he collaborated with Lin. The smile on his face was so radiant and sincere.
"The taste of a summer morning," Lin cooperatively added.
Moe Source across from them was somewhat dumbfounded, watching the two perform in harmony as if they were doing a duet, completely forgetting about the delicious food in front of her.
"The taste of a summer morning, what a great name! This is another summer-themed dish from my brother; everyone must be looking forward to it! Let me give it a try!"
Once in the zone, Fatty appeared so professional and focused, possessing the qualities of a true Taster.
Using chopsticks, Fatty picked up a piece of Egg Crepe, first sniffing it. Then, the last trace of gloom in his eyes vanished, and he suddenly radiated brilliance.
“Look at this Egg Crepe; the thickness is just right. It's not too thin, which would leave one unsatisfied after eating, nor is it so thick that it appears heavy and unappetizing.”
“Everyone, pay attention to the details of this Egg Crepe. Look at the scallions; they form a heart shape when connected!”
“Combined with the sweet aroma of the egg and the fragrance of the scallions, it gives a warm feeling inside. Even before tasting it, you can sense the chef's intention…”
As he explained, Fatty turned to Lin and commented meaningfully, “This Egg Crepe isn’t particularly special; the only stunning aspect is probably this heart-shaped pattern… Perhaps the chef is in love…”
Such an explanation immediately won over the audience, and tourists began to shower him with tips. Fatty's insights were indeed eye-opening.
“Hey? Really? Boyfriend, did you make this heart shape because you're in love?”
Across from him, Dream Source picked up two Egg Crepes and noticed that the scallions were arranged in heart shapes. Without thinking, she bluntly asked.
“Ahem, this has nothing to do with love; I just made it casually without any intention…”
Lin felt very embarrassed, as if he was digging himself deeper.
“You're lying! Clearly, every one of them is heart-shaped; I've seen them all!” Dream Source mercilessly called him out.
“Stop talking; let’s listen to Black’s tasting!”
Watching Lin and Mengyuan bicker, Fatty smiled slightly. In his eyes were both envy and satisfaction.
"Brother, even if I leave you, you won't be lonely, right? After all, you have so many new friends around you, and a girlfriend too."
Lost in thought, Fatty became a bit distracted until Lin's side finished their noise and reminded him, "Hey, what are you daydreaming about? Eat!"
"Cough! I want to try this Egg Crepe now. Let's see what the heart-shaped Egg Crepe tastes like!"
Under the urging, Fatty hurriedly put the Egg Crepe into his mouth.
The Egg Crepe wasn't large, and with Fatty's big mouth, he could swallow it in one bite. He chewed slowly, nodding while commenting.
"No wonder it's Brother's craftsmanship. This seemingly flat Egg Crepe reflects Brother's superb culinary skills. The Egg Crepe is smooth and tender; I didn't expect that after adding flour, the Egg Crepe could be this delicate. The rich aroma of scallions follows... Hmm, there's even a hint of sweetness that you wouldn't notice if you didn't savor it..."
At this point, Fatty's smile grew brighter. He slowly closed his eyes, even forgetting to speak.
It wasn't until Fatty finished the Egg Crepe that he opened his eyes and smiled, saying, "Now I finally understand why this dish is called the taste of summer mornings."
"If I were to give an overall evaluation of this Egg Crepe's flavor, I can only say that this is Brother's most down-to-earth creation ever, but it's something you all could never replicate."
"Because this Egg Crepe is filled with Brother's love—the taste of romance."
Fatty laughed, his smile radiant and pure. It seemed that a single Egg Crepe had allowed him to shed the slickness he usually carried and forget today's troubles.
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