Only this young hunter possesses dominance; the elegance of French cuisine has lost its power.
Su Wei took a step forward.
The hem of the black suit jacket drew a sharp arc.
Pierre, accompanied by two waiters, hurriedly opened the metal pressure relief valve on the pressure cooker.
laugh!
White, high-temperature steam shot out in a powerful column, shooting straight up towards the ceiling of the private room.
A rich, woody aroma, mixed with the deep, heavy scent of wild animal marrow, exploded instantly.
This extremely penetrating aroma completely overwhelmed the lingering scents of butter and truffles in the air.
The waiter was wearing heat-resistant gloves.
A bowl of clear, golden soup was placed in front of Charles.
Several perfectly shaped, green pine needles floated on the surface of the soup, which was crystal clear.
Su Wei stood across the table, looking directly at the capitalist who controlled enormous wealth.
"Mr. Charles."
This is Wilderness Consommé.
Charles, who had been leaning back in his chair, immediately leaned forward.
He placed his hands folded on the solid wood table, his gaze passing over the soup bowl and landing on Su Wei.
His chest began to rise and fall slightly again; he was waiting.
He awaits the story that can reignite his passion.
Su Wei spoke at a steady pace, without any hint of flattery.
"The bone hardness of this 400-kilogram male bear is beyond imagination."
"Using a traditional kitchen knife to cut directly will only cause the blade tip to break off on the spot."
Su Wei raised his right hand and made a fist in mid-air.
I made a downward pressing motion with my wrist.
"I used Alaska Harpoon Survival Knife."
"Force the rough metal blade into the periosteum through the gap."
"No cutting."
"Using purely physical leverage principles, they pried open, dislocated, and tore its thick joints apart."
The private room was completely silent.
Even the bodyguards' breathing was deliberately suppressed.
"This soup contains the strongest fascia from the joints of its limbs."
"And a massive spinal cord bone marrow rich in hematopoietic stem cells."
Su Wei lowered his hand.
"Traditional slow cooking methods cannot tame this wild ingredient."
"I chose extreme physical high pressure."
"Forcibly destroy all the strong cell walls."
"Brutally extract every drop of fat hidden deep within the marrow."
"Then use the sharpness of the polar fir and the roughness of the seven-year-old birch to neutralize the fishy smell."
It's not elegant.
"But absolutely fatal."
Su Wei has finished his statement.
Without any hesitation, Charles grabbed the heavy sterling silver spoon.
Scoop up a spoonful of piping hot, golden broth and put it directly into your mouth.
Two lines of pale gold text flickered silently above Su Wei's line of sight:
[ Life Module passively triggered!]
[Dietary supplement effects activated: Woodland Echo.]
Charles abruptly stopped, and the bone china cup froze in mid-air.
The moment the soup enters your stomach.
A cool, ethereal breeze quickly spread down the esophagus.
This stream of air continuously split, transforming into countless tiny tentacles.
It surged wildly along the blood vessels to every part of the body.
The fatigue brought on by aging was swept away by this current of air.
The sore and stiff calf muscles miraculously relaxed.
The tense cervical spine was completely relaxed, and the soreness caused by lactic acid buildup was directly eliminated.
Charles involuntarily closed his eyes.
The magnificent crystal chandelier and heavy velvet carpet in the private room completely faded from his perception.
Instead, there are extremely vivid and grand scenes.
He was standing deep within the ancient redwood forest of Kodiak Island.
Beneath our feet lies a thick layer of humus and fallen leaves, accumulated over a century.
A cold, wild wind swept through the dense coniferous forest, bringing with it pure moisture from distant glaciers.
The shadows of towering trees obscured the sky, and all around was a pristine and tranquil landscape unchanged for millennia.
This is a kind of comfort and cleansing that touches the very depths of the soul.
Charles, seated in the main seat, let out a very long, very slow sigh.
That sigh was filled with utter relaxation.
Without pausing, he drank three large mouthfuls of Wilderness Consommé.
The echoes of the woodland had an even more intense effect on his aging body.
The feeling of heaviness in my internal organs caused by years of taking various medications was completely gone.
The mind is filled with complex data about a vast business empire, and the exhaustion of internal family power struggles.
It was completely blown away by the cold wind from the top of the north slope.
His back was ramrod straight, and his light gray eyes shone with an almost frightening intensity.
"Marvelous."
Charles slammed the spoon down onto the plate.
"This is the wind in Alaska."
"Cold and sharp, yet capable of keeping one's mind perfectly clear."
Charles raised his right hand and grabbed the handle of the sterling silver lion-head cane.
The cane struck the Persian carpet with a thud.
"No more pauses."
"Bring up the carcass of this behemoth."
The build-up to the climax has been completed.
Laurent strode out of the shadows and personally pushed the third oversized heavy-duty food cart.
Walk to the center of the table.
The enormous, pure silver, hemispherical lid was ripped open.
The main course is served.
Charcoal-grilled tomahawk bear steak.
There were no elaborately carved side dishes, nor colorful French sauces.
A whole, bone-in bear steak weighing five pounds lies visually strikingly in the center of a deep, black, coarse pottery plate.
Only the purest, most exquisite meat.
The surface has a charred black color, which is a sign that the Maillard reaction has reached its limit.
The rough, net-like texture left by the high-temperature charcoal fire is imprinted on the surface of the meat.
The thick layer of fat around the edge of the steak was bubbling continuously.
The hot, golden-red meat juices flowed continuously outwards along the fiber texture.