Emperor Xiping, "Is it good? How does it compare to the Imperial Chef?"
Shen Fa, "It should... it should be hard to tell them apart!"
"Oh? Is that so?"
Emperor Xiping, eager, picked up his personal seal from the desk, "You say, could this painting ’Tiger Lying on Pine Mountain’ trade for a serving of his hotpot?"
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Under the bright light,
Yang Ge, with a solemn expression, picked up a palm-sized piece of tripe, washed until it was blackish white, and dipped it into the just-boiling chili oil broth, moving it up and down.
Once the tripe’s surface slightly bubbled, he placed it into a small bowl only containing sesame oil and minced garlic, wrapped it around, and slowly put it into his mouth.
As the long-missed spicy and crispy yet slightly chewy sensation exploded on his taste buds, he slightly bowed his head, and lowered his eyelids...
"Is it tasty, second brother?"
Across from him, Zhao Cha, gripping her chopsticks tightly and drooling, stared at him with bright, eager eyes, "Can I eat too, second brother? Second brother, say something!"
Yang Ge tactically leaned back, turned his face, and vigorously waved his hand toward the bubbling chili oil broth, signaling her to begin eating.
Seeing this, Zhao Cha, unable to wait, picked up a piece of tripe and dipped it into the boiling chili oil broth, just like him, then passed it through minced garlic and sesame oil before putting it in her mouth.
The next second, her initially fair cheeks turned visibly red, starting from her neck and moving upwards.
"Haha..."
She opened her mouth wide, blowing hard to cool down, tears forming, yet she refused to spit out the tripe, "What flavor is this... ha... so spicy... ha... yet seems flavorful... ha... so tasty!"
"Hahaha..."
Yang Ge’s unscrupulous laughter also brought tears to his eyes, "Told you to add some vinegar, you didn’t believe me!"
Zhao Cha, while sticking out her tongue, chewed and mumbled doubtfully, "You, you didn’t add it either, did you?"
Yang Ge shook his head, picked up the vinegar pot, and added a bit to her bowl, "This is my hometown’s food, how could you compare with me..."
Zhao Cha, stretching her neck, swallowed the tripe, her little face as red as Lord Guan’s.
She grabbed the ice-cold plum juice beside her, tilted her head back and took a big gulp, then turned her face and reached for more tripe with her chopsticks, "Second brother, where is your home? Your hometown’s food, it’s all so tasty!"
"My home is right here!"
Yang Ge rolled up his sleeves and rubbed his reddened eyes, smilingly replied, "Take it slow, I’m not competing with you!"
Zhao Cha, tears streaming, chewed vigorously on the tripe, "I want to go slow too, ha, ha, but I just can’t help myself..."
Ever since Yang Ge found chili peppers, Zhao Cha, this food-loving creature hadn’t stopped following him to eat various spicy foods, and had developed a certain resistance to spicy flavors.
That’s why she could appreciate the deliciousness of spicy hotpot; if a person who never ate spicy food tried it, they might think Yang Ge was poisoning them on their first bite!
"You eating like this, you really resemble a friend of mine."
Yang Ge "tsk tsk tsk" waved his chopsticks, lifting a long string of duck intestines into the pot.
Zhao Cha’s eyes closely followed the duck intestines on his chopsticks, unconsciously responding, "Who? Have I met him?"
Yang Ge laughed and shook his head, "That guy’s name is Yang Tiansheng, he’s in Jiangzhe, hasn’t visited our inn yet, so you haven’t seen him."
"Also surnamed Yang?"
Zhao Cha, her mind still on that piece of duck intestine, asked thoughtlessly, "Second brother, your own brother then?"
Yang Ge paused, then nodded, "Right, my own brother... So, how does second brother’s cooking compare to your palace’s Imperial Chef?"
"Imperial Chef?"
Zhao Cha pursed her lips, her disdain apparent, "It’d be too bad if Niu Niu died at their hands!"
"Hahaha..."
Yang Ge, all smiles, lifted the cooked duck intestines into her bowl, "I’m glad to hear that... only you could say that, even if your dad came, he wouldn’t get to taste this!"
Zhao Cha, grinning broadly, emphatically nodded, "Right, not giving it to him."