The heavy rain showed no sign of stopping. Inside the mobile home, through the thin metal sheet, one could feel the power of nature clearly, which was much more exhilarating than any immersive VR or movie experience.

As he ate the soaked chicken, Wang Fan felt he had gained a slight understanding of Guangfu cuisine.

Even though he didn't have a systematic recipe, it didn't affect his curiosity about exploring other cuisines.

Wearing slippers and a tank top, people of Guangfu might be casual in many areas, but not when it comes to food. Freshness is the unshakeable bottom line for Guangfu people.

The vegetables he had were picked from someone's garden that morning, but eating them at this hour would probably already be considered not fresh by Guangfu standards.

If I were to set up a stall in Guangfu, wouldn't I have to find a place next to a vegetable garden?

"Put down that wide noodle, it just went in, it's not cooked yet!"

While thinking, Wang Fan stopped Zhuo Qianqian, the foodie, from attacking the uncooked ingredient.

Zhuo Qianqian chuckled without a care and turned her attention to the round lettuce.

The round lettuce had barely been in the pot; as soon as its tender leaves changed color slightly, Zhuo Qianqian scooped it up, dipped it in ginger-garlic sauce, blew on it, and popped it into her mouth.

She then showed an expression bursting with delight.

The freshly cooked round lettuce still exuded a fresh fragrance—a subtle blend of grass scent and vitality that refreshed Zhuo Qianqian's mood.

The lettuce retained its crisp texture, making a subtle "crunch crunch" sound with each chew, further whetting her appetite.

Not to mention the amazing chicken broth that added even more flavor to the lettuce.

Wang Fan had already poured himself a bowl of soup.

As he brought the bowl to his lips, an intense, savory aroma of chicken soup wafted to his nose.

The broth was golden, clear, with a thin layer of fat glistening on the surface, emitting a tempting sheen.

Wang Fan took a small sip, and the soup's rich flavor instantly coated his tongue in warmth—could this be what happiness tastes like?

Each drop of the broth contained the essence of the chicken, rich yet not greasy, with a smooth and pleasant mouth feel.

In the soup was a piece of chicken, which, upon entering his mouth, perfectly fused the tender meat with the aroma of the broth, offering a unique richness and contentment.

On the tongue, he could taste a slight saltiness and a hint of herbal flavor, intertwining to create a complex and layered mouthfeel.

After swallowing, the lingering taste of the chicken soup stayed in his mouth, leaving a subtle, long-lasting aroma that was unforgettable.

No wonder the Guangfu people love to make soup. Just this chicken broth alone, he felt he could drink ten bowls of it.

Zhuo Qianqian, seeing Wang Fan drinking the soup, followed his lead and scooped herself a bowl.

She gently blew on the soup and took a sip.

"Slurp... hah..."

Her somewhat rough manner almost made Wang Fan burst out laughing, but her genuine character was indeed quite endearing.

Zhuo Qianqian closed her eyes in bliss, "Wow, listening to the sound of the heavy rain outside while eating hotpot in a warm mobile home, for the first time, I feel nature is so close. It's as if my whole life has been elevated! I finally understand why you, boss, like to travel around so much. You really can't experience this kind of environment unless you come to the South. Where we're from, there are only farms, cattle, sheep, and sand."

Wang Fan suddenly asked curiously, "Do you really go to school on horseback there?"

Zhuo Qianqian shot him a disdainful look, as if he were an idiot, "Yeah, right, we not only ride horses to school, but we also need to get a horse riding license, and the level of the license determines what kind of horse you can ride..."

Hearing this, Wang Fan knew she was definitely making things up, probably in retaliation for his naive question.

"Alright, alright, my question was off, let's eat, eat, eat, hurry and scoop up all the chicken before it overcooks."

That's what Zhuo Qianqian wanted to hear, and she swiftly scooped the chicken out of the pot onto a plate.

Compared to eating the chicken, Wang Fan preferred drinking the broth or blanching vegetables in it.

The two of them had been eating for over half an hour, and there was only about a third of the chicken broth left in the pot.

Wang Fan was already quite full, but Zhuo Qianqian chuckled and asked, "Boss, is there any staple food?"

"You're not full yet?"

Wang Fan was shocked, looking at the pile of chicken bones in front of her.

Not to mention the chicken, she'd also eaten quite a bit of vegetables—where did it all go?

"I'm 80% full, a bit of noodles would be perfect, haha!"

Having seen her big appetite before, Wang Fan was not surprised anymore.

He got up and went to the kitchen, bringing back a pack of instant noodles and a plate of crispy fried tofu skin.

"These two should be enough to soak up all the essence of this pot of chicken soup."

"Long live the boss!"

With a cheer, Zhuo Qianqian eagerly threw the crispy fried tofu skin into the pot.

The fried tofu skin, golden and crispy, absorbed the chicken soup's essence quickly, turning from crispy to soft and glutinous, soaking up the rich broth.

Eating it, the intense bean aroma and the savory chicken broth flavor mingled again, and her taste buds were invaded and occupied time after time.

Zhuo Qianqian felt as though her tongue was no longer her own, utterly numb with the deliciousness!

By this time, the instant noodles had absorbed the last bit of soup in the pot and become fluffy. Zhuo Qianqian liked her noodles with a bit of bite, and they were just right.

Wang Fan, lost in thought, was suddenly brought back by the sound of pig-like snorts, only to find Zhuo Qianqian devouring the noodles.

Watching her, it seemed she was about to bury her face right into the plate.

Zhuo Qianqian really couldn't help it. To be honest, she wanted to maintain her image as a pretty girl, but the boss's culinary creations were beyond irresistible, completely exceeding her threshold!

The simple bowl of instant noodles, having absorbed the last drop of the chicken soup's essence, exuded an irresistible aroma.

Every noodle was soaked in the golden, oily sheen, as if proclaiming how delicious it was.

Using chopsticks, she picked up a noodle and slurped it lightly, the rich chicken broth flavor bursting in her mouth.

The noodles had a smooth and chewy texture, perfectly blending with the savory chicken broth, making each bite supremely satisfying.

Even the remaining broth at the bottom incorporated the flavor of the instant noodles, becoming even more rich. Drinking a sip, that warm feeling seemed to stretch from her throat to her stomach, making her so comfortable that she nearly moaned.

Who wouldn't devour it in big slurps?

If anyone wants to hold back, let them; but I'll eat first out of respect!

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