Chapter 238: Let You Open a Food Shop, You Open for Business at Three in the Morning

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

Grandpa Qin couldn't help but mutter a sentence under his breath, but then he shook his head again.

He believed Lu Feng wouldn't make such a low-level mistake.

Although this egg had been boiled to a dark brown color, one could still faintly tell that the eggshell should originally have been white.

Some people outside say that the color of an egg is related to the breed of chicken.

Some short videos even seriously popularized science, saying that white-shelled eggs are all laid by chickens raised on feed in farms.

Dark-colored eggs are the ones laid by free-range chickens.

Whenever he saw such videos, Grandpa Qin couldn't help but curl his lip.

He had raised chickens for a few years when he was young, and he knew this claim was complete nonsense.

Actually, the color of the eggshell depends entirely on what the chicken ate during the period it laid the egg.

For example, if fed alfalfa grass, the color tends toward light brown; if fed corn, the color tends toward yellow.

Grandpa Qin picked up an egg, and gently peeled along the crack on the eggshell; the eggshell cracked with a "crack" sound.

The eggshell separated from the egg white without any effort at all, revealing the light brown egg white inside.

Only at this moment did the fresh fragrance of the egg, mixed with tea fragrance, slowly drift out.

The egg carried the unique fresh fragrance of cooked egg white; smelling it, there wasn't a hint of fishiness.

On the light brown egg white were printed tea patterns of varying depths.

After peeling off the last piece of eggshell, Grandpa Qin looked at the patterns on the egg and suddenly raised his eyebrows.

How did this egg look... it seemed a bit different from the ordinary?

He held the egg up before his eyes and examined it carefully, the more he looked, the more amazed he felt.

The tea patterns on the egg white seemed as if they were innate.

The darker places spread out like ink, outlining a steep contour.

The lighter ones looked hazy, somewhat like swirling clouds and mist.

The tea patterns on this egg white actually looked like a vivid landscape painting.

Grandpa Qin couldn't help but click his tongue in wonder, slowly turning the egg in his hand; the more he looked, the more he felt this egg was simply an exquisite work of art!

On the egg white seemed to be painted a solitary peak rising straight into the clouds, with a few pieces of cloud wrapped around the mountain waist.

He could even see a pagoda standing atop the mountain peak, very lively.

Grandpa Qin had lived to such an age and had eaten plenty of tea eggs.

But today he saw for the first time that a boiled egg could have such patterns.

"This kid... really made something special out of this tea egg."

Grandpa Qin clicked his tongue, admiring the landscape painting on the egg white while quietly praising it.

This culinary skill could be considered not to have wasted that Qimen Tribute Tea.

Grandpa Qin kept nodding, feeling the heartache in his heart had eased quite a bit.

"Old Qin, this... is it a landscape painting?"

Zhao Jian Hua couldn't help but come close, his eyes fixed on the tea egg in Grandpa Qin's hand, looking left and right, his tone full of amazement: "Hey! The tea egg Xiao Lu cooked is not ordinary!"

His home also had several calligraphy and paintings, but now looking at the patterns on the egg white, he actually felt they were more lively than those hanging at home.

"Mm, indeed, Xiao Lu's culinary skill is truly amazing."

Grandpa nodded deeply in agreement, his gaze falling on the other tea egg in the dish.

He became a bit curious in his heart.

What kind of pattern would be on the other tea egg?

He put down the tea egg he was holding and carefully pinched open another one.

Just as half the eggshell was peeled off, Zhao Jian Hua beside him couldn't help but shout out loudly again: "Hey! This one looks different again!"

Liu Zhen Guo and Xu Shao Ying also curiously came over to look, and nearby diners also cast curious gazes.

On this tea egg's egg white, there were also tea patterns of varying depths.

The dark brown tea patterns outlined a wide river surface, and one could faintly still see the glimmer on the water surface.

Floating on the river surface was a small boat, and at the bow there was vaguely a tiny human figure.

The pictures presented on these two tea eggs were different from each other, but complete as if printed from an ancient painting.

"Truly amazing!"

Xu Shao Ying narrowed his eyes, carefully examining the picture on the tea egg, constantly clicking his tongue in wonder: "This is simply like painting on an egg!"

Liu Zhen Guo looked on the side with his eyes wide open, half-joking and half-seriously saying: "Old Qin, I feel now that eating this tea egg is truly a waste! Why don't you not eat these two eggs, take them home as ornaments for me to look at, that's also quite good."

Grandpa Qin rolled his eyes widely and said in a bad temper: "This tea egg is for eating; if you take it home and display it for a few days, won't it stink?"

Saying this, he picked up his chopsticks and gently poked the tea egg in the dish.

Now he no longer looked down on these two eggs at all, his eyes full of solemnity.

Grandpa Qin held his chopsticks and slowly poked into the egg; with a slight force, the tea egg split into two halves.

Some people like to eat the egg white first and then the yolk when eating eggs, but Grandpa Qin was used to splitting the egg into two halves and eating the egg white and yolk together.

As the tea egg was split open, the warm yellow yolk inside was revealed.

It looked like amber that had just solidified not long ago, with edges still emitting a faint oil sheen.

The cooking of this tea egg seemed carefully controlled, the yolk perfectly poised in that excellent state of tender but not runny.

The originally very enticing aroma instantly grew richer by several degrees at this moment.

Qin Ye instinctively took a deep breath, squinting his eyes in enjoyment.

The aroma had not a trace of the usual eggy smell of ordinary eggs, but carried a clear, crisp fruity wood fragrance.

Qin Ye nodded slowly.

The Qimen Black Tea Lu Feng used to cook tea eggs, he had someone buy some a few years ago, and normally he was too stingy to brew much of it.

Today, upon learning such fine tea was used to cook tea eggs, he instantly felt unbearable heartache.

He thought it was a fine horse with a poor saddle, but unexpectedly this egg seemed no worse than the tea leaves.

This made Qin Ye feel much more balanced in his heart.

Qin Ye used chopsticks to pick up half a tea egg, slowly sending it into his mouth to chew.

His teeth first touched the Q-bouncy egg white, and with a light bite it crumbled into small pieces in his mouth.

The fragrance soaked into the egg white, wrapped in the Qimen Fragrance unique to Qimen Black Tea, spread in his mouth.

The yolk entering his mouth was even more astonishing; before he could chew hard, the tip of his tongue lightly touched it and it melted in his mouth.

The sandy texture carried just-right salty fragrance, and also revealed a hint of faint sweetness.

Qin Ye couldn't help but squint his eyes, slowly savoring the layered taste in his mouth.

He chewed very slowly, savoring each bite for quite a while, nodding nonstop as he ate.

Until the egg in his mouth was swallowed, a faint orchid fragrance still lingered in his mouth.

It felt as if he had eaten an enticingly fragrant orchid, his breath itself carrying fragrance.

"How is it, Old Qin, is this tea egg Delicious?"

Seeing Qin Ye swallow the egg in his mouth, Liu Zhen Guo, who had been watching from Yi Pang for a long time, could no longer hold back.

As he came over, his eyes stared fixedly at the remaining tea eggs on the plate in front of Qin Ye.