Chapter 432: Let You Open a Food Shop, You Open at 3 AM

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

Ma Wenliang quietly opened the Food Ingredient Manual hidden behind him, glancing at it quickly out of the corner of his eye, afraid An Liang would discover it.

Then he cleared his throat, deliberately raised his volume a bit, and spoke to An Liang with a look of confidence: "Boss Lu doesn't use common market pork for his cooking; he uses plum meat from the Algae Flower Fragrant Pig!"

"This Algae Flower Fragrant Pig is the rare Nanfang Wuzhi Mountain Pig I just mentioned, a breed created by crossbreeding with high-quality black pigs and careful improvement. Although this breed is much smaller than common pigs, its meat quality far surpasses theirs, and it's quite rare on the market!"

After hearing this, An Liang's brow furrowed slightly.

As a critic with some fame in the food world, the breed "Algae Flower Fragrant Pig" was not unfamiliar to him.

Last year when he attended a food summit in Jingcheng, he had once tasted Red Braised Pork made with this pork by a very famous Michelin Sanxing Master Chef in Jingcheng.

At that time, that Master Chef had proudly introduced it to him, saying that the farmers raising this pig numbered only a handful nationwide.

And those farmers supplied only a few top-tier High-end Restaurants in Jingcheng.

"I happen to know the breed you're talking about."

An Liang looked up at Ma Wenliang, his eyes carrying some doubt, and said somewhat uncertainly: "But I've heard that domestically, only a few farmers can raise this breed, and the pigs they send to market are all supplied to High-end Restaurants in Jingcheng. How did a small Restaurant like Boss Lu get his hands on it?"

"Uncle, you just don't understand! Boss Lu's culinary skill is so good, and the shop has such good ingredients—isn't that perfectly normal? Besides, Boss Lu never said this pork came from those farmers you know! I guess Boss Lu definitely has his own special sourcing channels, but that's his business secret, and ordinary people definitely wouldn't know!"

An Liang nodded thoughtfully, dug out another small piece of Lion's Head with his spoon, put it in his mouth, and savored it carefully.

The meat in the Lion's Head was soft and glutinous; the lean meat carried a faint fibrous texture, the fat melted into the meat grains, and eating it brought a faint, barely-there aroma of grass and trees.

This texture was indeed the taste of Algae Flower Fragrant Pig, and it was even more tender and delicious than what he had eaten last year.

An Liang put down his spoon and nodded slightly: "What you say makes sense. The Algae Flower Fragrant Pig I tasted before, I thought its meat quality was already top-grade, but compared to Boss Lu's, it still fell short; Boss Lu's does indeed taste better."

Seeing An Liang agree, Ma Wenliang instantly became even more smug in his heart.

He secretly glanced back at the manual, quickly scanned it, and continued: "Of course! The Algae Flower Fragrant Pig used by Boss Lu is different from those raised by others! They don't eat artificial feed! They usually eat Jasmine Dew, deep-sea spirulina, and wild acorns; their living quarters are cleaner than my house, they exercise regularly every day to ensure firm meat quality, they listen to world-famous classical music to soothe their minds and bodies, and someone even gives them massages. Meat raised like this—how could it not be delicious!"

An Liang was somewhat surprised, and the look in his eyes toward Ma Wenliang gained a bit of appreciation: "I didn't expect an ordinary customer like you to know so much detail."

"That's for sure! Uncle, look, I know so much—can I try being a Food Critic?"

Ma Wenliang successfully put on a show in front of An Liang, and his praise made him overjoyed; for a while, he was in a very pleasant mood.

Looking at his fidgety appearance, An Liang couldn't help but shake his head, saying with a look of disdain: "Each to their own profession. I critique food, I don't raise pigs; it's perfectly normal not to know these things."

He then ate another piece of Lion's Head and said slowly: "If you want to be a Food Critic, just knowing these things is far from enough. You first learn how to taste dishes. Take this Lion's Head—can you tell how many grams of Huadiao Wine were added to remove the gaminess? Can you tell the proportions of the various Seasonings?"

The smugness on Ma Wenliang's face froze instantly.

He had only been able to speak fluently in front of An Liang because he had read the contents of the Food Ingredient Manual printed by Lu Feng.

The things An Liang had just said—where would an ordinary Programmer like him know such things?

Ma Wenliang scratched his head and gave a silly laugh twice, then continued to bury his head in eating the food in front of him.

No matter what, today he had successfully put on a show in front of an expert, and he was already very satisfied.

Just as Ma Wenliang's side had quieted down, the diners at the few tables nearby who had read the manual once again cast eager glances toward An Liang.

Ever since his identity as a Food Critic had spread in the shop yesterday, the diners' gazes toward him had gained a bit more interest.

If he could show off in front of a professional, surely the feeling would be great?

This novel interaction made the surrounding diners feel somewhat eager to try.

Seeing that Ma Wenliang, the first to try this, had successfully put on a show, many people were also pondering in their hearts which ingredient to use to test An Liang.

An Liang saw off Ma Wenliang, thinking he could finally quiet down and continue savoring the food, when a soft voice suddenly sounded beside him.

"Uncle, may I disturb you for a moment?"

An Liang lowered his head and saw Lin Xi looking up at him with her face raised, a light of eagerness flashing in her eyes.

Ever since she could eat normally, her complexion had become much rosier than before. Although she still looked a bit thin and small now, her face had more of the liveliness and cuteness a child should have; whoever saw her couldn't help but feel affection.

An Liang's brow, which had slightly furrowed because he was disturbed again, relaxed a bit. He put down his spoon, and his tone was much gentler than when dealing with Ma Wenliang: "Little girl, what's the matter?"

"Uncle, I noticed that every time you come to eat at Big Brother Lu Feng's place, you order a portion of rice. Do you know where the rice you eat is produced?"

Lin Xi tilted her little head slightly and asked with a serious expression.

An Liang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and reached out to gently touch Lin Xi's head: "Little girl, why are you suddenly curious about this question?"

Lin Xi nodded and said with an innocent smile: "Because the rice Big Brother Lu Feng makes smells especially fragrant; even without dishes, I can eat half a bowl. I suddenly wanted to know where it's grown. Uncle, you surely know a lot about these things, and I want to learn more knowledge in this area!"

After hearing this, An Liang also found it somewhat interesting, so he cleared his throat and began to explain seriously.