Abnormal Gourmet Chronicle-Chapter 1002 - 490: Pantomime Performance (Part 2)

As Qin Huai's most loyal employee unbeknownst to him, Chen An once again stopped working to quietly observe the rice cake, swallowing another mouthful of saliva.

With his level of expertise, Chen An couldn't discern what made this plate of rice cake delicious. To him, it was just an ordinary rice cake with slightly brighter color and a more aromatic scent compared to the usual.

He wasn't even someone who particularly enjoyed rice cakes, but suddenly he just really wanted to eat it.

Strangely, he just had a strong craving for it, just by looking and smelling, he wanted to eat it. The aroma alone conjured up the taste and texture, making him want to eat it.

Zheng Siyuan was still chewing, savoring the small piece of rice cake for a long time.

Just as he was about to take a second bite, a clear and cheerful voice, familiar yet unfamiliar to Qin Huai, echoed from afar and grew closer.

"Wow, it smells so good! Brother, you made rice cake! How did you know I've been craving rice cake lately? You're just the best, brother! Brother Si Yuan, what are you making this morning? Brother, did I come the earliest? Is He Cheng not up yet? I knew he wasn't sincere, living with you and still couldn't get up. He doesn't care about you like I do. I set eight alarms this morning just to be the first to eat your snacks!" Qin Luo cheerfully ran to the window, almost wanting to stretch her head inside to talk to Qin Huai.

Qin Luo craned her neck to look into the kitchen, spotting the rice cake Zheng Siyuan was holding and another plate of Chen Sheng-branded yam cake in front of him. With her sharp eyesight, Qin Luo noticed the words "Chen Sheng" on the yam cake, her eyes lighting up.

"Brother, what's on that plate? What kind of cake is that? Furong Cake? How did you know I especially wanted Furong Cake this morning? Brother, we really are like siblings connected at heart, even though we're not related by blood!"

It was evident that Qin Luo had been losing to He Cheng in tattling recently, and was eagerly waiting for Qin Huai to return to suck up to him.

Facing Qin Luo's exaggerated and insincere tone, Qin Huai said blandly, "It's yam cake!"

Qin Luo immediately changed her tune: "Wow, brother, how did you know that what I really wanted was yam cake? I only said Furong Cake to trick you. We truly are connected at heart!"

Qin Huai knew that at times like this, if he didn't put something in Qin Luo's mouth, he wouldn't be able to stop this greedy girl from talking. Either way, Qin Luo wasn't afraid of heat, so Qin Huai directly handed the plate of yam cake, which hadn't yet cooled to the best temperature, over to Qin Luo through the window. She eagerly received the small plate, picking up a piece and stuffing it into her mouth immediately.

"Wow, that's…" Qin Luo's performance was abruptly cut off.

When true emotions are revealed, fake performances are silent. Qin Luo had intended to showcase the deliciousness of the cake through exaggerated acting, but it turned out to be unnecessary.

The A-level yam cake was delicious enough.

The simplest flavors, the most delicate texture, the most primitive ingredients, and the simplest preparation created the most stunning yam cake.

Qin Luo and Zheng Siyuan, one eating yam cake, the other eating rice cake.

One exaggerated enough to look like performing a mime, relying only on body movements and facial expressions to express the rich emotions within.

One stood motionless with no expression, only the subtle changes in his eyes revealing his contemplation.

One practically sprawled across the counter, eating yam cake while staring at the rice cake, embodying the saying "focus on the pot while eating from the bowl" to the fullest, with every fiber of their being crying out for feeding.

One holding a bit of rice cake in one hand, another piece in the other, yet their gaze fixed on the dough Qin Huai was kneading, as if the cakes in front of them were insignificant compared to the person making the snacks.

One wished to squeeze in through the window.

The other seemed more suited to step out of the kitchen and find a table by the window to enjoy morning tea.

The two people with completely different status made Chen An, the strong-willed observer at the side, also particularly want to eat those two plates of snacks.

Despite both rice cake and yam cake being very common snacks, and Chen An knowing what they generally tasted like, he just wanted to eat them.

He felt that what Master Qin made today would definitely be different from what he remembered.

Never mind how exactly it's different; it's definitely different somehow.

"How does it taste?" Qin Huai posed the question to Zheng Siyuan.

Zheng Siyuan opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. By his habits, he would definitely say it's not bad, pretty good, better than expected, you've improved again… But facing this plate of cake, Zheng Siyuan felt these words were too mundane, unable to express his shock.

Lacking a stockpile of strongly emotive words, Zheng Siyuan, for a rare moment, found himself at a loss for words.

Qin Luo helped Zheng Siyuan express it.

"It's so delicious! Brother, the yam cake you made today is just too good! This taste… wow! What's that word again, it's… it transcends sweetness without being cloying, a burst of flavors, unforgettable, keeps you lingering, remarkable beyond measure!"

"Brother, this yam cake you made is even tastier than the Three Meat Buns you made!"

Considering Qin Luo's level in Chinese, being able to spontaneously utter six idioms indicated it was extraordinarily delicious.

After completing her belated exaggerated performance, Qin Luo restrained the urge to lick the plate, her eyes fixated on the plate in Zheng Siyuan's hand: "Brother Si Yuan, are you still eating that rice cake?"

Qin Luo was just short of keeping her mouth agape, like a hippo in a scenic area waiting to be fed, while putting up a sign next to her with four big words: