If I ask you to set up a stall, why do you always run to deserted places?

[When faced with a difficult question, you fall silent again!]

[Master Su's slap in the face was absolutely perfect!]

That's why I can always trust you, Master Su.

Is it reasonable that an eight-generation-old master of braising sauce can't compete with a street vendor?

【I do not understand!】

The comments section was absolutely in stitches.

Peach Sister ate voraciously while watching the live stream comments.

Her eyes crinkled with laughter.

I almost spat out the food in my mouth.

She scooped a spoonful of braised pork rice into her mouth and squinted her eyes in satisfaction.

The taste of pork belly melting on the tip of your tongue.

Fantastic!

I have to say, it was really awesome!

"Family members, let me tell you, Chef Su's braised pork rice this time is absolutely no less delicious than his previous fried rice and steamed buns."

"You could even say..."

Sister Peach thought for a moment and gave an evaluation.

"Each has its own merits."

"Fried rice is the art of fire, steamed buns are the art of steam."

"Braised meat is an art of time."

[Sister Peach's comment is absolutely brilliant.]

The art of fire, the art of air, the art of time—how well said!

Just who is Master Su?

I'm already on my way, and nobody can stop me!

Me too. Even though this place is a bit eerie, it's worth it for this bowl of braised pork rice.

I took a taxi, I'll be here in 10 minutes!

Slow down, everyone! Leave some for me!

Sister Peach couldn't help but laugh again.

She looked up and glanced at the morgue across the street.

"To be honest, Master Su's location choice is indeed a bit..."

Sister Peach carefully considered her words before saying, "Unique."

"But as long as the food tastes good, who cares where the stall is located?"

"And just imagine, eating braised pork rice right in front of a morgue, how exciting would that be!"

【? ? ? 】

[Seriously? Sister Peach, are you suffering from some serious illness?]

[As expected of you, you're now confirmed as a ghastly restaurant-hunting blogger!]

Goodness gracious, Sister Peach has completely given up acting!

[Sister Peach: As long as the food is delicious, I'd even go to a grave!]

[Hahaha, this is hilarious!]

......

the other side.

Zhang Qingyao staggered out of the alley carrying two large bags of braised pork rice.

The bag was incredibly heavy.

10 servings of Set Meal B, each serving is a large bowl with a whole braised pig's trotter.

Add braised eggs and braised tofu.

Zhang Qingyao switched hands as she walked.

Chef Su, you've given me way too much of a portion!

Is it really not profitable?

She couldn't bear to put it down and rest for even a moment.

The aroma wafted out of the bag in waves, it was very strong.

Zhang Qingyao swallowed, feeling hungry again.

"..."

Good heavens, even pigs can't eat like this!

"I need to take it back to my relatives quickly."

Zhang Qingyao muttered to herself and quickened her pace.

Her older sister is probably still furious.

Then we'll just have to shut them up with delicious food!

Ah!

That's it!

The morgue was only five streets away from the funeral hall, and Zhang Qingyao walked very quickly.

The braised pork rice in the bag was swaying back and forth.

The fragrance wafted out with each step she took.

"..."

Several villagers who passed by were dumbfounded.

No, what is it?

Why does it smell so good?

"Hey girl, what did you buy?"

An old man sniffed and shouted at her retreating figure.

Zhang Qingyao pointed in a direction and quickened her pace.

If they dare to stop,

It's guaranteed to make a lot of people drool!

My great-grandfather's memorial hall was set up in an old house.

A shed was set up in the courtyard, with wreaths and elegiac couplets displayed.

From half a street away, Zhang Qingyao could hear the crying and cursing coming from inside.

and many more?

Is someone insulting me?

Zhang Qingyao listened carefully and immediately became angry.

OK!

I've been thinking of bringing you all some delicious food!

You guys are actually talking badly about me behind my back!

Get the bamboo shoots!

She hurriedly pushed open the door.

The courtyard was full of people.

Aunts, uncles, distant relatives, neighbors—a huge, dark mass of people.

In the center of the mourning hall stood a portrait of her great-grandfather, his face radiating kindness.

Zhang Qingyao paused for a moment, and her eyes welled up with tears again.

My great-grandfather's favorite food was braised pork rice.

If you could give him a bite, he would be grinning from ear to ear.

But there wasn't even time to feel sad.

An unfriendly gaze drifted over.

"You bastard, Zhang Qingyao!"

The eldest sister, Zhang Qingxue, stormed up to her, her face ashen.

"So you finally decided to come back?"

Zhang Qingxue pointed at Zhang Qingyao's head.

"I told you to come back right away, where were you? You weren't answering your phone or replying to your messages. I thought something had happened to you, but look what happened?"

Zhang Qingxue's gaze shifted downwards.

It landed on the two bulging plastic bags in Zhang Qingyao's hand.

Good guy!

You really went and ate alone behind my back!

The plastic bag was still steaming.

Oil seeped out of the bag, but it did look delicious.

But my own sister doesn't even know what day it is today.

He ignored everything and went to eat braised pork rice?!

Is that correct?

And they even ate braised pork rice right outside the morgue!

No matter how you look at it, this doesn't make sense!

"You really went to eat braised pork rice?"

Zhang Qingxue couldn't help but raise her voice.

This caused everyone in the courtyard to turn and look.

"Sister...I..."

Zhang Qingyao suddenly felt immense pressure; even with ten mouths, she couldn't explain it clearly.

It's because she actually ate it.

I ate two big bowls.

"What do you mean, 'you'?"

Zhang Qingxue's face turned red with anger.

"Great-grandfather just passed away, the mourning hall hasn't even been taken down yet, and you, of all people, went out to eat by yourself, and even brought back two huge bags of food, you... you..."

Zhang Qingxue was getting a little angry as she spoke.

"You little brat, how can you face your great-grandfather? Don't you know how good he is to you?"

"Who raised you when you were little? Who cooked for you? And then...you...you..."

Zhang Qingxue couldn't continue.

His eyes were red-rimmed, and he finally said it bluntly.

"What kind of lousy braised pork rice is worth eating at this time of day?!"

Zhang Qingyao was a little unhappy.

You can criticize me, but why are you calling me braised pork rice?

What's wrong with braised pork rice?

"Qingxue, so annoying! Qingyao was just confused for a moment..."

Her aunt, who was standing nearby, quickly stopped her and patted her back to comfort her.

He also gave Zhang Qingyao winks from time to time.

"A moment of confusion?"

My third aunt also came over, frowning as she spoke.

"This girl has been ignorant since she was little. Her great-grandfather spoiled her when he was alive, and now that he's gone, she's still so inconsiderate."

"that is!"

"Oh, this child!"

"So filial!"

"If Great-Grandpa saw this, he'd probably be heartbroken and cry, right?"

"Eat, eat, all you ever do is eat!"

The surrounding relatives chimed in, each offering their own opinion.

Zhang Qingyao was speechless.

Good heavens, this is a mess!

She doesn't know if her great-grandfather would shed tears if he were still alive.

I'm sure I'll be drooling!

She lifted the plastic bag, and it was so tight that she couldn't feel her fingers anymore.

The heat made her face flushed red, and her forehead was covered in sweat.

At this time.

The aroma of braised meat from the bag wafted out unrestrainedly.

It smells absolutely amazing.

"Forehead...."

Auntie sniffed, and stopped mid-sentence.

"...It smells so good!"

She paused for a moment, then looked down at the plastic bag in Zhang Qingyao's hand.

The aroma was overpowering and rude, mingling in the air and wafting straight at people's faces.

My third aunt immediately took two steps back.

It has the aroma of meat and sauce, as well as the rich, gelatinous texture of pig's trotters that makes them juicy.

Several flavors were mixed together, making a slurping sound.

Several relatives who were wiping away tears couldn't help but sniffle as well.

"..."

What's this?

Why does it smell so good?

Zhang Qingxue smelled it too.

She took a deep breath, her tears stopped, and her expression became subtle.

"What did you buy?"

"Braised pork rice, would you like to try some?"

Zhang Qingxue: "..."