Chen Qingyang couldn't help but close his eyes, savoring with each taste bud this delicacy that existed in distant memories.

He never expected that he could enjoy such an amazing bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup in his hometown, even if it wasn't authentic.

He Qiang's family didn't expect it either.

The family came to Guizhou for a vacation, having heard of a thrilling attraction here and also the most formidable wild food boss, which led them to add another destination to their itinerary.

But the family of three never thought that on this fortuitous day, they would taste the hometown flavor made by Boss Wang.

Duck blood vermicelli soup is something their family eats at least two or three times a week; it's a habit ingrained in their veins.

However, having traveled around many parts of Guizhou, they inevitably adapted to the local customs, and nothing tasted like home.

What bothered them most was the addition of some root herb that they just couldn't accept.

Seeing the clean garnishes and the thick broth in the bowl, the family of three finally took a deep breath of the rich and savory soup aroma, setting half of their worries aside.

The problem with the presentation doesn't mean there's no issue with the taste, so they couldn't yet fully relax.

Looking at the milky white soup base, He Qiang smiled and said, "The last time I tasted such a milky broth was in Mengxi Square, Zhenjiang. That soup was really delicious, and the place was packed when I went there around two o'clock in the afternoon."

Chen Xi nodded, "I remember that soup; it was indeed delicious. I couldn't find that taste even in many places in Nanjing."

Their child, He Fei, was not amused, "Alright, when did you two go to Zhenjiang for duck blood vermicelli soup without telling me?"

Chen Xi laughed, "You went too, but you don't remember because you were still in my belly at the time, haha."

The harmonious family atmosphere made others a bit envious.

"Alright, go ahead and drink up. The wind is a bit chilly today, and after playing in the water, drinking a bowl of soup will surely make you sweat nicely."

Chen Xi said, "Now I just hope that Boss Wang's soup lives up to its reputation. I am eagerly anticipating his culinary skills."

After saying this, she scooped a spoonful of soup and sniffed it: "Just from the smell, you can tell it's made from quality ingredients; the duck aroma is particularly strong and seems to have the savory taste of chicken as well. This soup is quite good."

After taking a sip, all her reservations vanished...no self-proclaimed authentic restaurant tasted this good!

Chen Xi looked at her husband, He Qiang, in disbelief: "Old He, try this soup. Why do I feel..."

She didn't finish her sentence; it was too unbelievable even for her.

He Qiang, puzzled, gave it a sniff. There was nothing off or weird about it: "What's the deal? Did they put some technology or secret ingredient in it?"

Chen Xi shook her head, "Just taste it, you'll understand once you do."

He Qiang sipped the soup without knowing what to expect, and soon his doubts vanished too.

This soup...seemed tastier than any broth he had ever tried?!

If there wasn't much difference, it would be hard to distinguish, but once this warm duck soup touched the tongue, it instantly gave the feeling that nothing could taste better!

The confident and bold flavor could not be concealed.

The couple looked at each other, not daring to voice their conclusions.

He Fei, however, didn't care what shocked his parents. He just felt that the big brother's duck blood vermicelli soup was the best he'd ever had.

Of all the garnishes in the bowl, he loved the tofu puffs the most.

The golden tofu puffs cooked in the broth looked soft and floppy, clearly brimming with the soup's essence.

Picking up a tofu puff, the milky, thick broth dripped back into the bowl. He Fei quickly brought it to his mouth, devouring it in one bite.

The soft tofu puff was no longer as hard as when freshly fried and instead had become tender and chewy, providing a sweet resilience with every bite.

It had indeed absorbed a lot of the broth, and a press of the tongue unleashed a fountain of flavor inside his mouth.

He really enjoyed this little game and usually played gleefully, but this time he was too absorbed in eating.

The soup was just too good!

The delicious hot broth seemed like a soul-snatcher, making it impossible to stop his increasingly rapid pace.

His hands were busy too, grabbing tofu puffs, duck gizzards, and duck blood, while his small mouth worked tirelessly, letting more delicacies flow in.

His stomach seemed to transform into a strongman, stretching his esophagus with countless hands, swallowing bits with scarcely a chew, dropping into the stomach with a thud.

Overeating isn't good for the body, but those unhealthy pleasures often feel the best.

Taking big bites of meat, big gulps of soup, slurping noodles, and swallowing—these are simply the pinnacle of satisfaction.

"Slurp" "Slurp"

"Slurp" "Slurp"

He Fei swiftly polished off the toppings in his bowl and lifted the large bowl, bigger than his head, to drink the soup.

"Guzzle, guzzle, guzzle...ah!"

After drinking every last drop of the broth, he let out a sigh of extreme satisfaction.

He patted his now rounded little belly and looked at the half-finished food in his parents' bowls, feeling he could eat a bit more.

"Zoom…"

Quick as lightning, as they sensed their son's gaze, the couple hurriedly protected their own bowls of duck blood vermicelli soup.

He Qiang earnestly advised, "This portion is suited for an adult. Although it's said that teenage boys have huge appetites, this one will fill you up just fine. Eating more could make you too full, and it's not that Dad is stingy."

He Fei looked at his mom, "Mom's always had a smaller appetite, so it should be fine if I eat hers, right?"

"No asked...oops, nope, this is enough for you. Overeating makes you uncomfortable!"

Realizing he almost slipped, He Qiang quickly rephrased.

And only after he amended his words did those sharp gazes shift elsewhere.

Whew! He Qiang praised his own quick thinking.

At that moment, the whole stall turned into a scene akin to a pig farm.

"Slurp, slurp…"

These were people like He Fei, slurping noodles and feeling that only this way could adequately express their enthusiasm and praise for the boss's culinary skills.

"Guzzle, guzzle…"

These were the ones gulping soup, finding that only such hearty gulps could allow their entire esophagus to relish the broth's savory sweetness.