"Invincible! Are you saying that the non-authentic version is even more delicious than the authentic one?"

"50 yuan for a bowl, Boss Wang is still too conservative. Even at 100 yuan a bowl, I think it's worth every penny."

"Gulp... gulp... ha... just to be clear, I usually never drink the soup when I eat duck blood vermicelli soup, but this time, I simply couldn't resist!"

Even the most elegant person at the dining table loses their composure in front of this divine non-authentic duck blood vermicelli soup.

The smooth, rich, milk-like white broth combined with sweet potato-made, chewy vermicelli noodles—who in the world could remain calm in the face of such a heavenly match?

Fresh broth, smooth noodles, tender duck blood, crispy duck intestines, bouncy duck gizzards, and soft glutinous tofu puffs—every craving and desire you have for duck blood vermicelli soup is fulfilled in this large bowl. Who would dare to say it's not delicious?

He Qiang, despite wanting another bowl, was told by both the limited quantities and his stomach: Don't even think about it; you can't handle it.

So after his family of three made way, he kept fiddling with his phone.

As for what he was doing on his phone, naturally, it was urging his own authentic duck blood vermicelli soup to reform towards this non-authentic version.

He opened Weibo and tagged the local culture and tourism bureau and the Chef Association.

"Originally, I came to Guizhou for a trip, but happened to encounter Boss Wang's food stall here and had the luck to taste our family's favorite hometown delicacy—duck blood vermicelli soup. Because Boss Wang altered some of the recipes himself, he humbly calls his version the 'Non-authentic Duck Blood Vermicelli Soup'.

As shown in the picture, I had this milky white soup base once in Zhenjiang, and it left a lasting impression, but the taste of what Boss Wang made far exceeded that several times over.

Lastly, I want to say that while authenticity is great, there's really no need to be stuck in tradition. When there are good experiences and methods for improvement, they should be boldly tried."

To love deeply is to be harshly critical. Eating a signature dish made by outsiders and finding it better than the local version is a great torment for anyone who loves their own city.

His post was quickly seen by others, especially locals from Nanjing, who, upon seeing the pictures he shared, were completely overwhelmed.

There's no helping it, that milky white broth is simply too aesthetically pleasing, almost an otherworldly competition.

And the ample amounts of duck intestines, duck gizzards, and duck blood in the bowl truly made everyone envious.

"The sky has fallen! Eating melons at home! Oh my dear, is this Boss Wang's level? It's simply the soup of dreams."

"Having a bowl of such duck blood vermicelli soup at noon would surely elevate my combat effectiveness in the afternoon."

"It's just a bit sad, being outdone by outsiders in our own territory is really embarrassing to say out loud."

"No need to feel embarrassed, the fact is you're not the only ones feeling embarrassed."

"Every time Boss Wang makes a local specialty dish, there's a netizen from some city crying in the restroom, and a Chef Association is left without a good name."

"It's said that people die from comparison, and goods are thrown out from comparison. Although 50 yuan is a bit expensive, buying two servings for 25 yuan each still doesn't match the quantity of this one. It's not necessarily cheap, but definitely worth it."

"Given this perfect taste and the quantity of duck toppings, saying it's both good value and quality isn't an exaggeration. After all, affordability doesn't only mean a low price."

"Anyway, I am absolutely willing to spend 50 yuan for a bowl of such duck blood vermicelli soup. I just wonder if our hometown can achieve the same taste and quality."

The Nanjing Chef Association, seeing these comments, could only shake their heads with a wry smile.

It's easy to say, but when it comes to cooking, everyone knows exactly what to add. Some people can do it, and some can't; it's not something that changes just because we want it to.

Some people are just naturally suited to this craft. Comparing us ordinary folks to extraordinary talent isn't that making things difficult for us?

Just because we're all singers, can you expect everyone to have iron lungs like Leslie Lam?

No! So you can't expect all chefs to cook this well, right?

Alas!

...

After five days of setting up the stall, Wang Fan could finally relax and take a leisurely tour.

Their first stop was the Maling River Grand Canyon, praised as the most beautiful scar on earth.

The canyon is located in the northeast of Xingyi City, with a width ranging from 50 to 150 meters and a depth from 180 to 280 meters. It is a great rift valley formed during mountain-building movements.

Anything daring to be called the most must have something particularly outstanding, and Wang Fan was eager to see just how beautiful this most beautiful scar could be.

They arrived early, and Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian changed into full sun-protection outfits, with hoods and sunglasses, turning into people even the sun couldn't tan.

The temperature at the end of August wasn't too high, but it's important not to underestimate the sun's power, especially since they wanted to try the rafting here.

The Maling River Canyon rafting is divided into three sections: from Malin Town to the Tianxing Gallery, a total length of 13.7 kilometers; from the Tianxing Gallery to Zhaojiadu, 22 kilometers for the middle section; and from Zhaojiadu to Wanfeng Lake, 20 kilometers as the lower section.

In terms of scenery, the middle section is the best, while the lower section is the most thrilling for rafting. However, the lower section has more factories, making the water more turbid and the scenery less appealing.

Most importantly, neither of them was keen on the kind of thrill where one's body is drifting at the front while the soul lags behind.

Unlike the extreme rafting on the Gao Guo River, here the rafts are three long inflatable rubber rafts fixed together, capable of carrying about 15 people each, with three boatmen.

It was still peak tourist season, and there were quite a few people. The two waited in line for over an hour before boarding the raft.

The rubber raft quickly set off, drifting down the river. The upper section's rafting is relatively slow, allowing everyone to calmly enjoy the scenery on both sides. The tourists soon were continuously amazed by the breathtaking views on both banks.

Although they didn't know if there were indeed a hundred waterfalls here, they sure saw waterfalls cascading down every so often, where the falling water and the mist in the mountains made the scenery resemble paradise.

Moreover, both banks were lined with towering peaks, making the small rubber boat an earnest reminder of one's own insignificance.

How beautiful, indescribably beautiful.

Wang Fan thought to himself.

"So beautiful, cascading waterfalls, hanging green bamboos, interconnected caves, ancient trees, and famous trees adorning the banks, each with its unique beauty resembling an idyllic paradise. I think when Li Bai wrote 'The monkeys on both banks ceaselessly cry, as the light boat swiftly passes a thousand mountains,' he must have mentally envisioned the scenery as such."

Upon hearing Zhuo Qianqian's words, Wang Fan silently took back his recent compliment.