A Bite of Douluo Continent

An ancient town unlike any they had ever seen appeared in the strange phenomenon, then vanished. The two of them quickly focused their attention on the Yangzhou fried rice in front of them.

Fragrant!

This was their first impression.

While both are fried rice, this Yangzhou fried rice has a much richer aroma than regular egg fried rice. The rich aroma of eggs is subtly infused with the fragrance of rice, with the aromas of these two main ingredients dominating the flavors, while the aromas of various other ingredients are subtly incorporated.

The scallops and shrimp bring out the salty and fresh flavor of the ocean, the chicken thighs and ham bring out the rich and savory flavor of meat, and the fresh bamboo shoots and green beans bring out a refreshing and fresh taste. They do not overpower the rich aroma of rice and eggs, but rather, like the vegetation growing on the earth, the small animals that reproduce, and the lakes where water sources converge, they add various layers to the originally rich aroma.

Such a wonderful sensation is an unparalleled pleasure for the sense of smell.

Taking a deep, greedy breath, Li Hong's face immediately showed a hint of amazement.

As expected of Master Qi.

He can cook a fried rice dish that smells so delicious.

It seems that we still have a lot to learn.

With a sigh in his heart, Li Hong picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful, and brought it close to his mouth and nose, savoring the increasingly rich aroma. He couldn't help but examine the fried rice in the spoon more closely.

The biggest difference between Yangzhou fried rice and egg fried rice is that Yangzhou fried rice does not emphasize coating every grain of rice with egg liquid, but rather turning the egg liquid into fine, hair-like strands in hot oil.

In the fried rice in the spoon, countless orange-gold fluffy egg strands are evenly interspersed on each grain of rice, while other ingredients of various colors and shapes are like jewels embedded between them, making it look so tempting.

and many more.

Li Hong's gaze was fixed on one of the grains of rice. He turned the spoon slightly so that he could see more details of the grain.

His brows furrowed.

Such a simple grain of rice has cloud patterns on it, like micro-carvings. These cloud patterns do not disappear after cooking; instead, they appear even more ethereal due to the fluffiness of the rice.

Could it be that Boss Qi carved these cloud patterns?

wrong.

Looking at the naturally formed cloud patterns, Li Hong slowly put the spoon back on the plate and opened the menu to examine it carefully.

"Golden cloud-patterned rice?"

Li Hong read out the origin of the rice in a low voice, but his brows did not relax at all.

Rice of the highest quality, a true treasure? Why had he never heard of it before…?

...

"Have you ever heard of this Golden Thread Cloud Pattern Rice?" Qi Po-xiao put a mouthful of Yangzhou fried rice into his mouth and chewed for a moment, savoring the soft and sweet rice, the delicate and smooth egg shreds, the bouncy and smooth shrimp, the tender and salty scallops, the tender and juicy chicken leg meat, the smoky aroma of ham, the fresh and delicious bamboo shoots, and the sweet green beans that burst in his mouth as he chewed, and asked casually.

"Never heard of it..." Tang Qianqiu's expression was strange. It wasn't the first or second time that he had encountered rare and precious herbs he didn't recognize during the Cold Food Festival. Even the medicine manual left by his ancestor Tang San didn't have a single record of these rare and precious herbs. This made him, the Tang Clan leader who once boasted that he knew all the rare treasures in the world, feel like a country bumpkin.

Forget it, forget it.

Tang Qianqiu also scooped up a spoonful of Yangzhou fried rice and put it in his mouth, chewing it with relish. A look of enjoyment quickly appeared on his face. Feeling the warmth and slight increase in strength that gradually appeared in his body as he ate the Yangzhou fried rice, he nodded silently.

Although this slight improvement is almost negligible to oneself, it is still quite significant for most people.

Chapter 446 Pheasant Soup

Li Hong was unaware of the conversation between the two Limit Douluos in the distance. After a brief moment of confusion, he quickly gave up on the question of the rice variety and put a spoonful of Yangzhou fried rice into his mouth.

Upon tasting it, he was immediately captivated by the delicious flavor of the fried rice and could no longer care about anything else.

Li Hong buried himself in his food, eating spoonful by spoonful, until he felt a warm sensation begin to emerge in his body, which slowly turned into a burning sensation. Only then did he pause slightly.

Why do I feel a bit hot?

He subconsciously wiped his forehead, only to find that there were no beads of sweat. Although his body was burning hot, he was not sweating and felt no discomfort. Instead, he had a comfortable feeling, like soaking in a hot spring.

Could it be due to the special effects of this dish?

Thinking about the special effects of this dish in boosting blood and strength, Li Hong tentatively clenched his fist.

Although he didn't feel like he could kill an elephant with a single punch, he could clearly feel that his strength had increased significantly compared to before.

Li Hong's eyes lit up when he saw that there was still more than half a bowl of Yangzhou fried rice left in front of him.

It works so quickly?

Eat rice! Eat rice!

Sitting opposite him, Cao Yun was swallowing at a speed that was no slower than his.

Cao Yun had never eaten purple-brand dishes before. It was only recently, after making a lot of money, that he was willing to spend a little more to enjoy the purple-brand dishes he had been craving.

After trying it, he had only one thought: it was worth it.

"Hello, this is pheasant soup."

As Cao Yun was enjoying his Yangzhou fried rice, Fuya gently brought up a pheasant soup and placed it in front of him.

Cao Yun and Li Hong stopped what they were doing at the same time. Having just witnessed the strange phenomenon of Yangzhou fried rice, they were quite curious about what kind of strange phenomenon this pheasant soup would cause.

As the primordial energy of heaven and earth converged, a phoenix with nine-colored feathers danced on the lake's surface before plunging headfirst into the water. Amidst the rippling lake water, nine-colored radiance surged forth from the bottom, accompanied by melodious celestial music.

When the strange phenomenon disappeared, a hint of amazement appeared in their eyes.

Although I had seen the strange phenomena associated with the various purple-label dishes of the Cold Food Festival before, each new phenomenon I witnessed was still so awe-inspiring.

Li Hong's gaze unconsciously fell on the source of the strange phenomenon: a dish called pheasant soup.

But then he saw Cao Yun protectively stretch out his arm to block the pheasant soup, his eyes watching him warily.

Li Hong was both amused and exasperated. "You eat, you eat, I won't fight you for it."

Seeing that Li Hong wasn't going to fight him for it, Cao Yun slowly moved the pheasant soup bowl closer and greedily inhaled the aroma.

Compared to fried rice, pheasant soup has a milder aroma, but it is pure in its flavor.

The delicious flavor of the five-colored golden pheasant slowly unfolded in the pheasant soup. After being mixed with the fragrance of bamboo sap, it had a subtle and magical power, spreading out in wisps and wisps, and permeating Cao Yun's mouth and nose, making him feel his mouth water.

Bamboo sap, also known as fire spring water, is the sap that flows out from bamboo sections after fresh bamboo has been scorched with flames. It can be used as a traditional Chinese medicine and has the effects of clearing the lungs, reducing internal heat, and relieving cough.

The method for making pheasant soup involves cooking five-colored rice (five different types of rice) into porridge using bamboo sap, filtering out the rice grains and keeping only the porridge water, then processing the meat of the five-colored golden pheasant, cutting it into minced meat, adding it to the porridge water, and cooking it with minced meat instead of rice grains to create a soup without any grainy texture.

Smelling the wonderful aroma, which was completely different from Yangzhou fried rice, Cao Yun gently scooped up a spoonful of light gray soup and put it in his mouth.

The pheasant soup was smooth and tender, like drinking porridge without any grainy texture. But with just a gentle sip, the delicious flavor of the soup seemed to explode in his mouth, and Cao Yun was completely captivated by its wonderful taste.

As a breeder who specializes in raising golden pheasants, he was naturally familiar with their taste, but the pheasant soup he was tasting at this moment seemed to concentrate the deliciousness of dozens of chickens, bringing him a feeling he had never experienced before.

After taking a bite of pheasant soup, Cao Yun's face showed a hint of intoxication.

Li Hong, sitting opposite him, swallowed hard and couldn't help but ask, "Old Cao, can I have a bite?"

"Don't think about it!"

Cao Yun opened his eyes in an instant and pulled the pheasant soup closer to him again.

He didn't want to give away a single bite of this delicious pheasant soup!

Seeing his old friend like this, Li Hong shrugged and shrank back dejectedly.

If you don't want to give it to me, then don't! You're such a cheapskate!

He scooped up a spoonful of Yangzhou fried rice and put it in his mouth, savoring it with relish.

No problem, Yangzhou fried rice is just as delicious.

I don't care for mere pheasant soup!

...

Soon, the two finished their food and walked out of the Cold Food Festival together, where they happened to meet Long Hanyun, who was walking into the festival grounds.

Upon seeing Long Hanyun, Li Hong's expression immediately became somewhat unnatural. The two of them were the best at making fried rice with eggs in the entire food street, second only to Hanshi. Li Hong, who regarded himself as the successor to Long Hanyun, naturally regarded the other party as his greatest enemy.

Long Hanyun also remembered Li Hong. He nodded slightly in acknowledgment, then sat down in the empty seat and eagerly began to browse the menu.

Although he was waiting outside, there happened to be a regular customer of Kowloon Cuisine in front of him in the queue. The customer finished eating and came out, so he asked him a few questions.

Everything else was fine, but Long Hanyun was very interested in the so-called Yangzhou fried rice.

It's all fried rice, but I wonder what's different about Yangzhou fried rice...

After flipping through the menu and looking around for a while, Long Hanyun closed it, gestured to Fuya, and then said, "Hello, one of each of the four new dishes, please."

As a Soul Master with a dragon-type martial soul, Long Hanyun has quite a large appetite. With the Nine Dragon Delicacies business so good, he can naturally afford to pay for it.

Moreover… he was quite tempted by the special effects of the purple-label dishes this time.

So ordering food was done without hesitation.

"Okay." After confirming Long Hanyun's order, Fuya quickly wrote it down and turned to head towards the kitchen.

Soon, all four dishes of Long Hanyun's were served.

After admiring the four beautiful and unusual dishes, Long Hanyun picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of Yangzhou fried rice without hesitation, and put it in his mouth.

The aroma of this Yangzhou fried rice was truly amazing to him, not to mention the various ingredients with different flavors and textures that gradually blended together as he chewed, creating a harmonious and harmonious whole without any conflict or overpowering flavors, perfectly highlighting the sweet and delicious taste of the rice.

Soon, a look of utter satisfaction appeared on Long Hanyun's face.

Before this, he had always aimed for the egg fried rice of Hanshi Festival, striving to make his own egg fried rice reach that level. But now, a plate of Yangzhou fried rice gave him a new goal to strive for.

Although he knew he probably wouldn't be able to create such culinary masterpieces in his lifetime, it was always good to try and have a goal.

After wolfing down the Yangzhou fried rice, feeling the heat spreading through his limbs and bones, his blood and qi were strengthened, and even his soul power was slightly enhanced. Long Hanyun's face showed a hint of joy, and his gaze turned to another dish that caught his attention.

A pearl is cast before swine.

Chapter 447 The Fragrance of a Pearl Cast in the Dark (Seeking monthly tickets and recommendations)

The dish "A pearl cast before swine" is inspired by the famous Huaiyang dish: Eight Treasure Gourd Duck.

The preparation of Eight Treasure Gourd Duck is not simple. It requires removing the neck bone, breastbone, leg bone and internal organs of the whole duck without opening the abdomen. Then, eight kinds of ingredients, including grains and ham and bacon, are stuffed into the duck through the opening at the neck. Finally, it is tied into the shape of an eight-treasure gourd, steamed to set the shape, and then deep-fried until it turns brownish-red before serving.

The dish based on it, "Pearl Cast Away in Darkness," is even more difficult to cook.

The idiom "casting pearls before swine" originally means that a precious treasure falls into the hands of someone who does not know its value and is thus wasted. In this dish, it means that eight-treasure meatballs are hidden among various ingredients.