Chapter 452 - 169: What? Someone Ate Themselves to Death at Delicious?

Chapter 452: Chapter 169: What? Someone Ate Themselves to Death at Delicious?

Feng Yaoyang looked at Old Wu’s expression with a mix of disdain and annoyance. "Don’t I know my own stomach? A bowl of vermicelli soup is perfect for filling in the cracks."

It was hard to imagine a Hong Kong Businessman using a phrase like ’fill in the cracks’.

Since the customer was so insistent, Su Chen had no choice but to agree. The man was paying, and Su Chen already had the ingredients prepared. Making a bowl of vermicelli soup wouldn’t take much effort.

In reality, there was nothing magical about Duck Blood and Vermicelli Soup.

While studying in the practice room, Su Chen had an idea.

If he were ever to open a floor dedicated to snacks in the future, he probably wouldn’t sell this Duck Blood and Vermicelli Soup there.

The reason was simple: no matter how Su Chen made it, it would only ever reach B Level, which was a bit absurd.

Later, Su Chen found a likely answer in his new reward, the *Universal History of Cuisine*.

It was true that this dish was a famous specialty of Jinling Cuisine, and it had a long history. In many TV dramas, even the founding emperor of the Great Ming, Zhu Yuanzhang, was depicted as being extremely fond of Duck Blood and Vermicelli Soup.

And Su Chen’s method of preparation was strictly by the book.

He cooked the duck using the salt-water duck method from Jinling Cuisine, then used the resulting duck broth to make the vermicelli soup.

Duck blood, duck liver, duck intestines, and duck gizzard were added to it.

When he first made it, the dish had indeed reached A Level. Moreover, the first time Su Chen made it, he hadn’t added vermicelli.

It was just pure duck blood soup!

The duck blood was tender and smooth, the gizzard firm yet tender, the intestines crisp and smooth, the liver soft and creamy, and the broth was clear and savory. It was truly a rare delicacy.

But when Su Chen returned to reality and tried to make it, a problem arose...

Even Fang’s Meat Industry could only provide Su Chen with the various ingredients separately; they couldn’t supply a freshly slaughtered duck.

When Su Chen used various store-bought ingredients to make the Duck Blood and Vermicelli Soup, he found that both the flavor and texture were greatly diminished.

In other words, for the duck blood soup to reach A Level, it had to be freshly slaughtered, freshly cooked, and freshly prepared.

This was especially true for the duck blood. Only when freshly drawn could it achieve that crisp, tender texture and fresh, savory flavor.

’Boss Feng... this duck you’re eating now didn’t come easy.’

After all, the customer had paid a hundred thousand for this custom meal. If it needed to be freshly slaughtered, it had to be freshly slaughtered.

So, three hours earlier, before the third floor opened for business, Su Chen had taken care of a duck right here in this kitchen... using his precise knife skills.

Then, he cooked the whole duck on the spot using the salt-water duck method.

Only after the duck blood had coagulated could he prepare the bowl of Duck Blood and Vermicelli Soup he was now making.

The vermicelli he used was the common Longkou vermicelli found on the market.

When he brought the bowl of vermicelli soup to the window, Su Chen spoke to Feng Yaoyang very seriously, "President Feng, you must eat this Duck Blood and Vermicelli Soup slowly. Savor every bite."

"Why?" After asking, Feng Yaoyang felt something was off. "I always eat slowly and chew my food thoroughly!"

Since that was the case, Su Chen nodded, relieved.

Because after this meal, if President Feng ever wanted to eat A-Level Duck Blood and Vermicelli Soup again, he’d probably have to bring Su Chen a live duck.

Otherwise, it was absolutely impossible!

Feng Yaoyang had no idea what Su Chen meant. He just thought that since he had eaten quite a bit already, it was just a friendly reminder from the chef.

Carrying the Duck Blood and Vermicelli Soup back to his table, Feng Yaoyang, who had grown up in Xiangjiang, was very pleased with the soup’s appearance.

The broth had a faint yellow tinge, giving it a rich and mellow look.

When he nudged the cubes of duck blood with his spoon, they trembled and jiggled, which was proof enough that the blood was incredibly fresh and tender.

’This might even be fresh blood from a duck slaughtered on the spot...’

Feng Yaoyang scooped up a little duck blood with some broth and naturally brought it to his mouth.

Fresh!

Fragrant!

Rich!

That was his first impression. When he gently pressed his lips together, the trembling duck blood didn’t even require his teeth. Just a slight squeeze...

...and it immediately melted in his mouth.

Accompanying it was the unique, savory flavor of the salt-water duck.

"Alright, this stuff doesn’t really fill you up. It’s just a bowl of soup." Feng Yaoyang quickly found a suitable excuse for himself.

"I’ll just go take a piss later and it’ll all be gone."

SMACK SMACK...

Spoonful after spoonful, he enjoyed the varied textures and flavors of the duck offal, especially when he put the vermicelli in his mouth.

Vermicelli is naturally absorbent, and after being cooked, it had soaked up the rich broth, all while retaining its own incredibly springy and chewy texture.

"Holy shit!"

This small bowl of vermicelli soup could actually deliver such a rich variety of textures and flavors.

’Is this the legendary Duck Blood and Vermicelli Soup?’

The bowl really wasn’t that big. Feng Yaoyang took a few sips with his spoon, ate the vermicelli, and then lifted the bowl and started chugging it down.

The ingredients in the bowl required almost no chewing; it looked as if he were just washing them down with the soup.

He had completely forgotten Su Chen’s earlier advice to eat slowly and savor every bite.

With the bowl of Duck Blood and Vermicelli Soup down the hatch, Feng Yaoyang held up the empty bowl. "Another one?"

GASP!

"Boss!"

"President Feng..."

Su Chen and Ah Wu spoke at almost the exact same time.

Ah Wu wasn’t complaining anymore; now he was worried. "Boss, you can’t keep eating like this."

"That’s right, President Feng. You’ve already eaten so much. Can you really handle another bowl of vermicelli soup?"