Chapter 174: Let You Open a Food Shop, You Open at 3 AM? Chapter 174 Dark Cuisine

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

Lu Feng swallowed hard, staring with some alarm at the plate before him called Tomato Scrambled Eggs.

If not for the eggs and some tomato scraps inside, he truly could not connect this dish with the four words "Tomato Scrambled Eggs."

The tomatoes had long lost their original form, stir-fried into a mushy mess like porridge.

If not for the faint hint of red visible, no one could guess this thing was tomato.

Looking at the unrecognizable tomato mush, Lu Feng couldn't help but feel pity for them.

If these tomatoes could speak, Lu Feng estimated they would almost certainly say: I should've just rotted in the ground!

As for the eggs, they were even more glaring—clearly cracked straight in without even being beaten.

The yolks and whites looked as if ravaged by a tornado, torn into scraps, with bits of eggshell mixed in.

The whites looked as if roasted by fire, with edges somewhat blackened.

Lu Feng looked closely and suddenly felt his scalp go numb: several grains of salt were glaringly stuck on the eggs—how much salt did Li Jiang put in?

But this wasn't even the most outrageous part; more bizarrely, the surface of the dish was coated with a glossy dark brown, looking somewhat like soy sauce.

Lu Feng couldn't help but twitch his mouth: Tomato Scrambled Eggs with soy sauce?

Who did he learn this from? Did he pour dark soy sauce in thinking it was light soy sauce?

Looking at this wretched plate of Tomato Scrambled Eggs, Lu Feng slowly raised his head and squeezed out an ugly smile at Li Jiang: "Uh... I just remembered, I ate before going out, my stomach's a bit full right now."

"Brother! You don't trust my culinary skill?"

Li Jiang panicked at once, pointing at the plate of Tomato Scrambled Eggs and saying loudly: "I'm telling you, I practiced this dish for a whole morning, ruined it five times before making this one—this is my most satisfied work. If you don't eat it, you're not giving me face!"

Lu Feng looked at the several burn marks from hot oil on the back of his hand and sighed in his heart.

It seemed he couldn't escape this time.

"Fengzi, don't look at this Tomato Scrambled Eggs' appearance being somewhat mediocre, but the smell is quite fragrant, really, believe me!"

Li Jiang patted Lu Feng's shoulder and said confidently.

Smells quite fragrant?

Lu Feng really wanted to ask Li Jiang: Is your nose stuffed?

Such an obvious burnt smell, you didn't smell it at all?

Lu Feng smiled bitterly and asked Li Jiang: "Jiangzi, this Tomato Scrambled Eggs... have you tasted it yourself?"

"Not yet!"

Li Jiang raised his head righteously, his face bearing a look of seeking merit: "We're such good brothers, the first person fortunate enough to taste my Li Jiang's culinary skill, none other than you, brother!"

"... Then I really must thank you."

Lu Feng was momentarily speechless, but in his heart he dismissed the idea that Li Jiang wanted to poison him.

Looking at the appearance of this plate of Tomato Scrambled Eggs before him, his heart couldn't help but thump, and he couldn't muster any appetite at all.

This Tomato Scrambled Eggs could absolutely be called Dark Cuisine.

Li Jiang failed four or five times and still managed to stir-fry Tomato Scrambled Eggs into this ghostly appearance—that could be called "innately gifted."

So Li Jiang urgently called him over just to make him a guinea pig for poison testing!

Lu Feng regretted it immensely at this moment.

If he had known, even if his legs were broken today, he wouldn't have come to Li Jiang's home.

A light sound came from the Balcony; Lu Feng turned his head and saw Da Mao lying on the glass door staring at him.

He didn't know if it was his imagination, but he always felt there was a hint of pity in Da Mao's eyes.

Lu Feng stared at Da Mao for a while and suddenly understood.

No wonder Da Mao acted so abnormal when he just entered—he had been harmed by Li Jiang's culinary skill!

They say for a brother one can stick a knife between one's ribs; Lu Feng only felt that if he could avoid eating this Dark Cuisine, he'd willingly take two knife strikes.

"Fengzi, hurry and taste!" Yi Pang urged again from one side.

Forget it, considering Li Jiang practiced for a whole morning... let's go for it!

Maybe this dish just looks scary but the taste isn't that bad... right?

Lu Feng took a deep breath, picked up Chopsticks, carefully picked out a scrap that still looked like egg from the Plate, closed his eyes with a tragic expression, and put it into his Mouth.

As soon as it entered, a terribly salty taste hit his tongue; Lu Feng felt his tongue was being pressed to the ground and rubbed hard.

Next, a burnt bitter taste rushed straight to the top of his head, accompanied by a fishy smell.

Lu Feng's facial features instantly wrinkled into a ball; he urgently searched around nearby, wanting to find the Garbage Bin's location.

But the Garbage Bin usually seen everywhere was nowhere to be found now.

Lu Feng gritted his teeth, steeled himself, chewed haphazardly twice, and only then forcibly swallowed the egg in his Mouth.

"How is it? Is the taste okay?"

Li Jiang leaned over, looking at Lu Feng with an expectant face and asked.

"Is there water at home?"

Lu Feng covered his Mouth and coughed a few times, his face red from holding back, his gaze quickly sweeping the tea table, not even seeing an empty cup.

"Yes, I'll get it for you!"

Li Jiang responded quickly, took a bottle of Mineral Water from the Refrigerator, and handed it to Lu Feng.

Lu Feng snatched the Mineral Water from his hand, didn't even have time to speak, unscrewed the cap and gulped it down.

He downed more than half the bottle in one breath, pressed his chest to catch his breath, and only then felt the taste in his mouth fade slightly.

"How's the taste?"

Li Jiang stood to one side still pressing him, his eyes full of expectation.

Seeing his expectant eyes, and then seeing the marks on his hands scalded by hot oil, Lu Feng really couldn't bear to discourage him, and said vaguely: "The taste... uh... how to put it... it... still has room for improvement, right?"

"That's it? Nothing else?"

Li Jiang frowned, the excitement on his face gradually fading, somewhat dissatisfied with Lu Feng's evaluation: "I feel this stir-fry should be pretty good, I bet it's tastier than what my mom makes!"

"You taste it."

Lu Feng didn't waste words with him, directly handing over the chopsticks in his hand.

"Fine, I'll taste it."

Li Jiang took the chopsticks with an unconvinced expression, picked up a piece of egg, put it in his mouth, and chewed hard twice.

The next second, his face instantly darkened, and he spat what was in his mouth onto the ground: "Ptooey ptooey ptooey! What is this! So damn disgusting!"

Watching Li Jiang's reaction, Lu Feng silently pushed the plate in front of him farther away.

After spitting out what was in his mouth, Li Jiang ran to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of mineral water, gulping it down madly into his mouth, finally recovering.

He walked over and sat down beside Lu Feng, looking at that plate of Tomato Scrambled Eggs and scratching his head, saying with a gloomy face: "Strange... I clearly followed the online tutorial step by step, I clearly only put in two and a half Spoons of Salt, how did it turn out so Salty?"

"You just stir-fried this little bit of Tomato Scrambled Eggs and put in two and a half Spoons of Salt?"

Lu Feng was speechless as soon as he heard it; no wonder this Tomato Scrambled Eggs tasted Salty and Bitter.

He himself cooks and asks for money, Li Jiang cooks, this is trying to kill people!

"Jiangzi, I think... you should just keep developing your other strengths, cooking... really isn't for you."

Lu Feng patted Li Jiang's shoulder and advised earnestly.

"Really? I have other strengths? Tell me?"

Li Jiang's eyes lit up, looking at Lu Feng expectantly and asking.

"For example... for example..."

Lu Feng tilted his head and thought for a long time, finally looking at Li Jiang seriously and saying: "How about we just keep talking about your cooking?"