Under the influence of Mr. Qin and Granny Qin, everyone at the table began to happily eat guo’er.
At such times, the difference between those who had eaten it before and those who hadn’t became apparent.
Qin Luo had eaten it before.
She acted as if she had seen the world, even managing to take a moment to praise it while eating.
The others didn’t have that luxury, wishing they had more than one mouth and tongue so they could chew and taste more at the same time.
He Cheng no longer had the mind to be jealous of why Qin Huai was Qin Luo’s real brother; all he could think about was:
Holy cow, such amazing and delicious snacks, could He Cheng really eat them?
What virtues or abilities do I have to deserve this?
Have I become an Emperor?
Even an Emperor wouldn’t get to eat food this delicious!
Compared to He Cheng’s wild thoughts, Qin Congwen and Zhao Rong were more normally shocked.
Qin Congwen & Zhao Rong: Huang Ji is so amazing? Our son has improved so much in just a few months of training, what would happen if he trained for two years?!
Qin Xiuli and He Hua were thinking: Big cities are indeed different, Huaihuai’s culinary skills improved dramatically after going out.
Qin Xiuli even started trusting the tutors in Gusu and Shan City because of the guo’er, believing these unseen tutors must be very reliable!
Since the snacks are so reliable, the teachers must be reliable too!
Qin Xiuli and the others naturally attributed Qin Huai’s rapid progress to the deep cultural background of big cities; the wealthier people pay more attention to food and clothing. The same Meat Pancakes can be casually baked in small places, but what the Old Buddha eats are Dream Come True Sesame Buns, looking golden and crispy, tasting great with the meat inside!
Everyone at the table was already immersed in the ocean of snacks, sharing to taste more.
They split the guo’er in two, selected smaller Dream Come True Sesame Buns, divided the Three Meat Buns and Five Fillings Buns into several pieces, and tasted a bite of each.
There was no choice, as pastry snacks were just too filling. Normally, tasting a bite of each would almost leave you half-full, not to mention everyone initially had a bowl of Chicken Soup Noodles and a bowl of Four Happiness Glutinous Rice.
In just about ten minutes, the Qin Family members had successively finished their battles.
Only He Cheng and Qin Luo were persisting.
Basically, only by eating to this level could you tell what each person loved most.
He Cheng stubbornly held a bowl, went into the kitchen, and served himself a small portion of Longevity Noodles.
Qin Luo was vigorously biting into a Three Meat Bun, demonstrating her love for meat buns.
Qin Huai started to look at He Cheng in a new light; among so many snacks, He Cheng actually chose to eat more, even just a small bowl of Longevity Noodles. Turns out our cousin’s favorite type of snack is noodles!
Poor cousin, the most common noodles the He Family eats are the egg noodles bought from supermarkets, they haven’t had decent noodles in years.
Feeling already 120% full, with noodles almost reaching his throat, and knowing if he burps too hard the noodles might spill from his mouth, He Cheng let out a long burp after finishing the last bite.
He Cheng had already completely leaned back on the chair, his belly sticking out, with his new red, fluffy, round clothes, he looked a bit like a seal in a child’s drawing, red and full from eating too much, turning into a couch potato with a satisfied face, wanting to pat his round stomach and lie on the beach to bask in the sun.
Unfortunately, it’s now night, so he can only gaze at the moon.
He Cheng didn’t want to move.
He Cheng had never eaten so full and satisfied before. Even though his stomach was stuffed, making it hard to sit comfortably, only wanting to lay still, He Cheng felt happy.
His taste buds, his brain, were reminiscing the delicious holiday meal.
Chicken Soup Noodles, delicious!
The noodles were chewy; the hand-rolled single strand noodles tasted different from pulled noodles, each bite allowing the noodles to rub against his teeth, and every moment he could savor the rich flavor of the chicken soup.
Especially when he slurped it.
Four Happiness glutinous rice, delicious!
He Cheng, who had never tasted much, had only experienced the most basic black sesame dumplings and the trendy fruit dumplings from the past few years. Initially, seeing such large dumplings in the bowl, He Cheng was even a bit disdainful, wanting to eat less of those and more buns.
Before today, He Cheng wasn’t fond of dumplings.
To He Cheng, what was so good about dumplings? They were overly sweet, not chewy, and easily burned the mouth, their glutinous rice skin, after being boiled, was soft without being sticky, incomparable to the chewy texture of noodles.
Out of 365 days a year, He Cheng would eat a few dumplings for formality on the Lantern Festival.
Sorry dumplings, I got your identity wrong. Dumplings are dumplings, and glutinous rice snacks are snacks, He Cheng admitted he was shortsighted before, failing to recognize the Four Happiness glutinous rice snacks, assuming all sweet-filled glutinous rice skins were bad.
Four Happiness glutinous rice snacks are the best!
The flavors were too numerous and ate too fast, He Cheng couldn’t articulate what exactly was good about them, but they were delicious, all delicious, the three sweet ones tasted great, and so did the meaty one.
If one had to point out a flaw, it’s that these glutinous rice snacks took up too much stomach space. Tonight, there was too much to eat, and the Four Happiness glutinous rice snacks occupied more stomach space than they should have; it would have been better had they been smaller.
He Cheng felt that guo’er’s tastiness was indescribable.
It was a stark contrast to its abstract colors, creating an extreme contrast of deliciousness.
It was something he couldn’t describe with an 800-word essay, even an entire page wouldn’t be enough to describe its deliciousness.