The fish was tender and silky, melting in his mouth. Its freshness was so utterly pure that it seemed less like an earthly ingredient than something alive, dancing directly on his tongue.
In his youth, he had once been fortunate enough to taste wild hairtail freshly caught by fishermen on the upper reaches of the Yangtze River. That flavor had been among the finest in the world.
Yet the mouthful before him was more than ten times as delicious as the taste in his memory!
Now that her grandfather had given the word, Wang Nuonuo could no longer hold back either.
She picked up her chopsticks, her movements still graceful, and carefully took a piece of stir-fried seasonal vegetable from the dish nearest her.
The vegetable was crisp and refreshing, its natural sweetness blossoming on her tongue.
"Delicious!"
Her eyes lit up, and she immediately picked up a piece of braised pork. The layered pork belly had been simmered until tender and full of flavor. The fat melted in her mouth, while the lean meat was soft without being dry. The rich fragrance of the sauce mingled with the aroma of the meat, instantly filling her mouth.
After only a few mouthfuls, Wang Nuonuo could no longer maintain her elegance.
Her movements grew faster and faster, and soon her gaze settled on the steaming bowl of fish head and tofu stew.
She ladled herself a small bowl of milky-white fish broth, then took a demure little sip with her spoon.
The moment the broth touched her tongue, a rich, overwhelming burst of savory flavor exploded in her mouth!
"Mmm!"
Wang Nuonuo narrowed her eyes in bliss, feeling as though every pore in her body had opened up.
*So delicious! This was the best soup she had ever tasted in her