Chapter 451 - 168: Deep-fried Pork Ribs and Rice Cakes, So Good It’ll Shut You Up

Chapter 451: Chapter 168: Deep-fried Pork Ribs and Rice Cakes, So Good It’ll Shut You Up

Watching President Feng approach again with his plate, Su Chen started to get worried.

The man was clearly a wealthy tycoon, yet he ate like a child.

His behavior reminded Su Chen of an old acquaintance—Zhang Dali!

The fatty who had once snuck so much food that he’d eaten himself into the hospital.

’I hope I don’t have to give Old Feng an enema later tonight. Damn!’

The mental image was too horrifying to contemplate.

Su Chen quickly added another portion of spare ribs and rice cakes to Old Feng’s plate, but couldn’t help but remind him, "You just ate ten servings of the rice noodle rolls."

"It’s fine! I know my own stomach best!"

Watching Feng Yaoyang happily carry the plate back to eat,

Su Chen could only sigh.

After all...

The rice noodle rolls were merely A Level, yet that was already enough to make a name for oneself in Yue Province!

And as for these oil-blanched spare ribs and rice cakes...

One bite was all it took to leave a person speechless!

When Su Chen had first made this dish in his practice room, just by following the recipe, it had already reached A Level.

But then, a thought had occurred to him.

’What if I coated the spare ribs in aromatics before oil-blanching them?’

The so-called aromatics were the scallions, soy sauce, and other ingredients he had prepared earlier.

Moreover, Su Chen had actually mixed the soy sauce with his homemade clear broth according to a specific ratio.

In other words.

On the surface, the step was meant to let the spare ribs absorb the flavor of the aromatics. But what Su Chen actually wanted was for the ribs to become saturated with moisture.

And just as he’d expected.

The resulting ribs—blanched in oil, water, and plenty of aromatics—were completely different from those blanched in plain oil.

It was no exaggeration to say,

even after being re-Blasted for five minutes, the outside of the ribs didn’t show the slightest hint of being over-fried to the point of charring.

If you hadn’t seen Su Chen at work, you’d never guess these ribs had been blanched in oil!

This was the true secret of the oil-blanched spare ribs and rice cakes!

Su Chen wouldn’t reveal these secrets to just anyone, and he watched as Feng Yaoyang polished off another plate in just a few bites.

Honestly, when the man stood before the window yet again, Su Chen was at a loss.

"President Feng, how about we call it a day? I originally promised to make you three dishes a day, but you..."

He’d downed ten servings of rice noodle rolls.

He’d had multiple servings of the spare ribs and rice cakes, and now he was back for more.

If he brought out the duck blood vermicelli soup next and the man drank a few bowls of that, Su Chen was genuinely afraid he’d eat himself straight into the hospital.

"It’s fine! I know my own stomach, come on, come on!" Feng Yaoyang repeated his earlier words. At that moment, all thoughts of healthy living or the "three highs" were gone from his mind.

’To hell with all that!’

’Only good food can bring me this supreme pleasure!’

"Another serving! This is amazing! How do you make these spare ribs and rice cakes so delicious?"

Feng Yaoyang didn’t forget to add an order, "Ah Wu, you have to learn how to make this. When we get back to Xiangjiang, I’m counting on you for my fix."

Ah Wu: ...

’I’m tired. I don’t even want to talk anymore.’

’Just let the world end!’

Su Chen resignedly prepared another serving for Feng Yaoyang.

His servings weren’t huge; it was classified as a snack, and the dish was meant to be served in individual portions.

Five pieces of rice cake paired with a spare rib made a single, perfect serving.

Even so...

What President Feng had eaten today was all solid rice and heavy meat!

And pork at that, which is hard to digest.

If it had been lamb, it wouldn’t have been such a big deal, since that’s easier to digest.

The third serving of spare ribs and rice cakes went down the hatch.

Feng Yaoyang let out a satisfied burp.

"The duck blood vermicelli soup is quick to make, right, Boss Su?"

Su Chen: "You’re still eating?"

"Of course I’m eating! Why stop now!" Feng Yaoyang patted his stomach. "I’ve eaten my fill today. A little vermicelli soup will be perfect to fill in the cracks and help everything digest."

’Eat vermicelli soup? To fill in the cracks? To help with digestion?’

Ah Wu stared at his boss, completely dumbfounded.

’Are you even listening to yourself right now?!’