Gourmet: Midnight Vending

Chapter 434 - 377: Cutting-Edge Tech Can’t Beat Traditional Wisdom (Part 3)

Moreover, the broth used in the casserole was the "Clear Soup" that Chen Mo spent six or seven hours making. The duck’s belly was stuffed with winter bamboo shoots, ham, and other ingredients, all of which are capable of doubling the umami taste.

As Jingyi’s Mother took a bite of the duck meat, she felt an unprecedented savory flavor shoot straight up to her head.

"Oh my goodness!"

Before she could savor the duck meat slowly, it slid down into her stomach, "What on earth have I been eating before?"

The other stylish moms were also tasting it carefully, feeling exactly the same.

"So, duck meat actually has flavor? I’ve only tried roast duck before, which just tasted like roasted meat."

"I’m genuinely impressed. Stewed duck is actually this delicious. I can’t believe I’ve been buying smoked and roasted duck all the time. I’ll have to buy a duck and stew it at home from now on."

"I don’t think it’s that simple," Gao Le’s Mother said while taking a bite of the meat and holding a spoon, "Try the soup; it seems like the essence is in the soup."

It’s not that she didn’t want to eat the meat anymore; it’s just that everyone else was so fast that the casserole was already empty after a couple of rounds.

Especially Wenwen’s Mother, who had scooped more than half of the duck rack into her own bowl. Normally, she’s a polite woman, but now she’s getting a bit annoying.

Upon hearing this, everyone picked up their spoons to start drinking the soup.

The duck soup appeared as clear as amber, without any cloudiness or a trace of oil on top.

It gave off a sense of freshness and healthiness just by looking at it!

"Wow, indeed the soup is the essence!"

At another table, Liao Feng stared dumbfoundedly at Wang Heng’s actions, "Wait, where did you get such a big spoon?"

Everyone else had small porcelain spoons, but Wang Heng was holding a large soup spoon. Others could barely get a sip, while with each scoop from him, the soup level visibly dropped significantly.

"Hehe, swiped it while helping out earlier."

The colleagues from the investment department were dumbfounded. What does he mean by swiped?

Liu Jingqi directly brought the casserole over, "Wang Heng, the matter of you packing up the pork knuckle and bones isn’t over yet, and now you’re doing this. If you keep this up, I’ll start a vote to expel you!"

Wang Heng drank the soup from his spoon, "Hehe, alright, alright. Can’t I just watch and let you guys drink?"

That spoonful of soup was really satisfying!

The sealed environment of the steamed bath locked in the essence of the duck meat to the greatest extent, with the first impression being the rich umami flavor from the stew of duck meat with old hen and ham.

Liao Feng rolled his eyes at Wang Heng and used his small spoon to scoop some into his bowl, only taking a slight sip.

"Hey? How is this soup brewed; why is there a hint of sweetness?"

If it was just ordinary sweet fragrance, it would definitely be from added sugar, but this type of sweetness was entirely different from that sugary taste.

Liu Jingqi also noticed, "It is a bit peculiar."

Everyone continued to savor it intensely, yet no one could figure out why it tasted that way.

At first entry, there was just umami, and then one could feel the soup sliding over the tongue like silk. As it flowed into the stomach, there were hints of smoky ham flavors lingering in the throat, ingeniously crafted.

The warmth from the broth gradually spread from the stomach to the limbs, and every guest felt a sense of fullness and comfort, with the lingering sweet aftertaste gradually fading, and the taste buds eager for another serving.

Unfortunately, when they looked again, the casserole was completely empty, not even a hair left.

Liao Feng let out a long sigh.

"Modern culinary techniques can’t compare to traditional cooking wisdom after all!"

The original fresh sweetness, as opposed to the artificial umami achieved through technology, was completely different.

Even Liao Feng, who frequently visited upscale restaurants, felt a bit sentimental.

I used to spend so much money going to such high-end places.

What on earth was I eating?