NOVGO.NET Chapter 1303 - Chapter 1303 Chapter 1102 Outsmart Them_1
Chapter 1303: Chapter 1102: Outsmart Them_1 Chapter 1303: Chapter 1102: Outsmart Them_1 However, as fragrant as it was, the appearance of the “balut” was far from attractive–accurately speaking, it could be described as downright ugly.
So ugly that although Tong Sanlang loved its flavor, he couldn’t bring himself to try a second one after sampling the first.
Tong Sanlang didn’t eat it, but Qiao Changshun did, and finding it to his taste, Xiaomai would occasionally fry a few for him.
After hearing Xiaomai’s words, Tong Sanlang got up to fetch something from the ice cellar.
At noon, Xiaomai made Snail Noodle and deep-fried “baluts.”
Snail Noodle is made with Snail Soup and Rice Noodles, and because it contains Sour Bamboo Shoots, it smells quite foul but tastes wonderfully fragrant and delicious.
Xiaomai served the Snail Noodle in small bowls, palm-sized, one for each person.
It was the same for the “baluts,” one per person.
Carrying these dishes to the table, Tong Sanlang was taken aback, “Are these for the Crown Prince and his companions to eat?”
“Yes.”
“What if the smell offends them? And these ‘baluts’–what if they find them disgusting?”
“I’m actually hoping to disgust them with the smell. If they don’t leave today, tomorrow I’ll make Stinky Tofu and cow dung hotpot. If that doesn’t do it, the day after, I’ll make stinky fermented tofu. In short, I plan to keep serving these foul-smelling dishes in rotation.”
Chastising me, right?
If they’re uncomfortable living here, they’re free to leave, who cares?
I’m not in the mood to serve them anyway!
“Are you still angry?” Tong Sanlang, seeing her little face, couldn’t help but reach out and poke her cheek.
“Not angry, but to avoid being chastised again, it would be better if these people left,” Xiaomai replied.
Upon hearing this, Tong Sanlang nodded, “I support you. But what exactly is cow dung hotpot?”
It was the first time he had heard Xiaomai mention it.
“It’s a hotpot with beef offal. It smells a bit like cow dung.”
Tong Sanlang, “…I didn’t want to nitpick, but if you actually serve it, they’ll certainly use it as an excuse to cause trouble.”
“Let them make a fuss. With Yang Hao’s emotional intelligence, he’ll surely understand,” Xiaomai raised an eyebrow, confident in Yang Hao’s high EQ and IQ. She didn’t need to spell it out for him–Yang Hao would definitely get the hint.
Hearing this, Tong Sanlang took a deep breath, “Then let’s do it.”
The couple, carrying trays, went to the front parlor, where Yang Hao, Yang Ye, Yang Zheng, and Feng Huihui were already sitting at the dining table, which was set with various other dishes.
“Come on, I’ve made a couple of fresh snacks for you to try,” Xiaomai said with a beaming smile, as a faint stench started to spread through the room.
Yang Ye’s nose twitched, her phoenix eyes fixated on the tray in Xiaomai’s hands, “What’s that?”
“This is Snail Soup with some Rice Noodles added, so you could call it Snail Noodle,” explained Xiaomai, setting a small bowl down in front of each of them as she walked around with the tray.
Yang Ye eyed the bowl before her, the oily redness of the chili oil floating, with greens and dried tofu on top, plus small dishes of bamboo shoots, green beans, and the like, making it look appetizing. But the aroma wafting up was indeed foul, confirming that the stench earlier was no illusion.
Feng Huihui promptly covered her nose with a handkerchief, “Why does it smell so strange?”
“There are Sour Bamboo Shoots inside. It smells odd but tastes delicious. Please, have a try,” urged Xiaomai with a warm smile.
At that moment, Tong Sanlang set the “baluts” before them, “This is ‘balut’, and it’s quite tasty too.”
As he placed one in front of Yang Ye, the downy fuzz on the egg was evident, with even the chick’s head poking out; the chick’s bones could be clearly seen.
Yang Ye jumped in shock, “What in the world is this?”
“It’s ‘balut’, an egg from a hatching chick that didn’t make it. The flavor is quite nice; give it a try,” Tong Sanlang offered.