Abnormal Gourmet Chronicle

Chapter 1241 594: Mission Accomplished (2)

The steaming chicken soup noodles made Qin Luo's eyes light up, and she obediently sat down. Though she couldn't eat, holding the chopsticks and bringing her face closer to take a few more whiffs was still nice.

Qin Huai continued to place the other finished snacks on the table.

The others wanted to help, but since none of them were chefs, they could only linger near the small table and couldn't actually enter the kitchen.

Qin Huai was indeed preparing a feast tonight, all of Qin Luo's favorites.

Five Fillings Bun, lamb shumai, Dream Come True Sesame Bun, beef pancakes, Furong Cake, and fermented rice dumplings.

Of course, Qin Huai's signature fermented rice with steamed buns couldn't be forgotten, though this batch was leftover from lunch and wasn't specifically made for Qin Luo.

Just as Qin Huai was placing these snacks on the table, the Red Silk Cake came out of the oven. Just like fresh meat mooncake and flower cake, Red Silk Cake is best eaten hot, fresh from the oven, and if you're not afraid of the heat, you can eat it any way you like.

When the aroma of Red Silk Cake wafted from the oven, Qin Luo's chopsticks were already about to dip into the noodles.

She was already prepared to start eating the chicken soup noodles immediately once the Red Silk Cake hit the table, finishing the noodles before moving on to the other snacks.

As for whether such a carb-heavy feast with beef, pork, lamb, and desserts would be overwhelming...

All the regulars of Yunzhong Restaurant would firmly tell you: Overwhelming? Impossible, you think you can get tired of Master Qin's snacks? Who do you think you're underestimating? Master Qin's snacks will only fill you up, but never tire you out!

Qin Luo firmly eyed the chicken soup noodles in front of her.

And then she stared for a solid two minutes, until her arm holding the chopsticks was sore, but still saw no sign of Qin Huai bringing out the Red Silk Cake.

Qin Luo: ? Does her brother not trust her tongue, esophagus, and stomach? Just a Red Silk Cake, and it needs to cool for two minutes?

Qin Luo could only put down the chopsticks and continue staring at the noodles, glancing over for another three minutes.

Qin Luo: ???

The Red Silk Cake needed to cool for five minutes???

Just as Qin Luo was waiting to the point of desperation, even suspecting her brother might have encountered an accident over by the oven, like suddenly fainting. She stretched her neck to peek over there, only to find her brother indeed alive and well, even moving. But what he was fiddling with was unknown.

"Brother!" Qin Luo called out.

Qin Huai did not respond.

Qin Luo: QAQ, her brother didn't love her anymore, giving her the cold shoulder, not letting her eat noodles.

After another two minutes, Qin Huai finally brought out the Red Silk Cake, placing the Red Silk gently wrapped on the table.

Yes, during these two minutes, Qin Huai had been wrapping the Red Silk Cake and even gave it a decorative touch.

It's just that Qin Huai wasn't very skilled at presentation, never having styled snacks before, so the wrapping was a bit lacking. Moreover, Qin Huai wasn't sure how the Tang Dynasty's Red Silk Cake was wrapped, so he simply tied a bow.

Oh well, as long as there's red silk.

With red silk, it's a Red Silk Cake.

Everyone's eyes focused on the Red Silk Cake, Qin Luo was puzzled, Wang Gen Sheng was shocked, Ouyang found it amusing that Qin Huai was playing with the design, while Shi Dadan pondered what snack to start with.

Qin Huai smiled and explained, "Isn't today about making a feast for Luoluo? The Red Silk Cake we talked about before, though we call it Red Silk Cake, it didn't even have red silk."

"Uncle Wang, I might not be able to make the Red Silk Cake flavor you're thinking of, but I can find some red silk to make it for you. The ones we made before were without red silk, today this is the real complete Red Silk Cake."

Wang Gen Sheng was still in shock, but his expression gradually shifted to one of being touched, then nostalgia, and finally, Qin Huai watched as Wang Gen Sheng's eyes reddened.

Qin Huai: ???

Is it that moving? He hadn't even started leveraging emotions.

In Qin Huai's mind, playing on emotions was only a last resort if the snacks couldn't be made, using some cunning tricks to appeal emotionally, trying to move the subject to accomplish any tasks needed.

As a pastry chef, Qin Huai actually wanted to complete tasks using more traditional methods, like creating snacks that satisfied the task subject.

However, the tasks handed out by this game were usually abstract, not specifying the details, leaving Qin Huai often without choice but to spin tales and heavily rely on emotions.

Master-level liar Master Qin actually aspires to be an honest, kind, sincere, never-lying good person.

But even good intentions depend on the circumstances.

As Qin Huai sat down, he contemplated whether to seize the opportunity to play on emotions, perhaps touch Wang Gen Sheng deeply enough to divulge some reluctant-to-share details, aiding him in task completion, when he noticed Wang Gen Sheng begin to eat noodles.

An adept pastry chef does not disturb diners while they eat, so Qin Huai chose to eat his noodles quietly.

Slurp.

He realized his chicken soup noodles were really delicious now.

Slurp.

Ah, the last time he went to Gusu, he didn't think of Zheng Siyuan. Why didn't he consider making hand-made noodles for Zheng Siyuan, letting Zheng Da take them over to cook chicken soup noodles for him?

Qin Huai decided that next time he visits Gusu, he'll not only make fermented rice with steamed buns for Zheng Siyuan but also his favorite chicken soup noodles.

While Qin Huai was pondering and eating noodles, Qin Luo had already swiftly finished the chicken soup noodles in her bowl, drinking down the soup in one go with satisfaction, without a burp.

It would indeed test her acting skills for such a small amount to cause a burp.

The next thing Qin Luo wanted to eat was the Red Silk Cake, for no reason other than it having red silk on it, which she wanted to untie.

"Brother, can I undo the red ribbon now?" Qin Luo asked while pointing at the Red Silk Cake.

Qin Huai turned to Wang Gensheng, smiling and asked, "Uncle Wang, would you like to do the honors?"

Wang Gensheng swallowed the noodles in his mouth, his voice a bit hoarse, "Me... me?"

"This Red Silk Cake was made for you. This batch is the best we've made today. Later, if Luoluo can't finish, you can take it home for your family to share, so naturally, you should do it."

Qin Luo gave Qin Huai a look indicating she could finish it, while Qin Huai returned with a look suggesting she couldn't.

Qin Luo instantly understood and then eagerly watched Wang Gensheng, waiting for him to untie the red silk.

With a slightly trembling hand, Wang Gensheng reached for the red silk and gave it a firm pull.

The not-so-neat bow Qin Huai tied instantly unraveled, and Qin Luo, quick on the draw, raised her chopsticks to pick up a piece, but with too much force, many flakes of the cake's crust fell off.

Wang Gensheng also picked up a piece, taking a gentle bite.

With Wang Gensheng's appetite, a small bowl of chicken soup noodles and a piece of Red Silk Cake would mark the end of his dinner for today.

Especially considering he'd had some Red Silk Cake in the afternoon.

As Wang Gensheng took a small bite, crumbs from the Red Silk Cake he picked fell into his chicken soup noodles, unnoticed by him as he concentrated on chewing.

He chewed slowly, as if he was full and couldn't eat anymore.

Qin Luo finished one piece of Red Silk Cake while Wang Gensheng was still on his first bite.

Qin Huai realized things might not be that simple; even if Wang Gensheng was full, a single bite of Red Silk Cake shouldn't take that long—he wasn't one to eat slowly.

Qin Huai observed Wang Gensheng's expression carefully, realizing he was zoning out, spacing, and that the Red Silk Cake in his mouth had long been swallowed, now chewing thin air.

Whether it was the heat from the chicken soup noodles or the warmth of the Red Silk Cake, or the resurgence of emotions, his eyes grew red again.

A thin layer of tears coated Wang Gensheng's muddy eyes.

He continued to chew on emptiness, then seemed to realize, instinctively swallowing a mouthful of air, staring blankly at the Red Silk Cake before him.

"Master Qin…"

Qin Huai didn't catch what Wang Gensheng said because at that moment, as Wang Gensheng spoke, the game's notification sounded in his mind.

"Ding, congratulations to the player for completing the side quest [Wang Gensheng's Emotion], rewarded with [A Memory from Wang Gensheng]."

Meeting Wang Gensheng's gaze, Qin Huai hadn't heard him clearly but could roughly guess what he wanted to say.

"Uncle Wang, do you like this taste?"

Wang Gensheng nodded vigorously.

"Though it's a bit different from what I imagined, I like this taste; this is the taste of Red Silk Cake."