"Hahaha, you take your time waiting, I'm starting first!"

Zheng Yaoyang said proudly, grabbing a big piece of pork skin with his chopsticks.

The soft and glutinous texture made him feel it was all worth it, even though he hadn't really sacrificed anything.

Wait, he did sacrifice his morning sleep time.

Lin Mu smacked his hand hard, having lost in the race for food, he felt utterly embarrassed!

As he looked at his own portion, the pork knuckle had just been pulled out of the pot, and seeing Wang Fan about to act, he suddenly stopped him: "Boss, don't debone mine, just leave it as it is."

Upon hearing this, Wang Fan nodded and didn't remove the bone, directly pouring the marinade over it and placing it on the counter.

Lin Mu licked his lips and took it over, then sneered coldly at Wu Qian and Zheng Yaoyang who were devouring their meat: "You two losers, watch how your foster father shows off his skills!"

With that, he grabbed the bone on the pork knuckle and lifted it to his mouth for a large bite.

"Whoa!"

This bold eating style shocked Wu Qian and Zheng Yaoyang, is he some kind of caveman?

But as they watched a large piece of pork skin being torn off and devoured by Lin Mu, with his lips and cheeks glistening with oil, they instinctively swallowed again.

Honestly, devouring such big bites of meat must be so satisfying, right?

Looking down at their own portions, with a glaring hole in the meat, they could only sigh in regret.

At this point, they couldn't very well ask the boss to put the bone back, could they?

As more and more people started arriving at the morning market, the antics of these three certainly drew a crowd.

Watching them feast so heartily, many began to whisper among themselves.

"Goodness, eating such heavy dishes first thing in the morning, are all you people from the Northeast this bold?"

"You have to admit, that big pork knuckle looks really appetizing."

"Yesterday when I came I didn't see this truck, when did it arrive?"

"I don't care when it came, all I know is I want to try that big pork knuckle."

"Didn't you just say eating a knuckle this early is too bold?"

"I've come to the Northeast, might as well join in the boldness, right?"

Lin Mu gnawed on the pork knuckle, with oil running down his chin, yet he felt something was missing.

He swore it wasn't the pork knuckle's taste that was lacking; this was already the best he had ever tasted.

What exactly was missing?

"There's dipping sauce with green onions and garlic, you three should give it a try."

Wang Fan's voice came at the right time, and Lin Mu's eyes lit up at once.

Garlic was missing!

Eating meat without garlic, and you're missing half the taste; how could garlic be left out?

Looking up, Lin Mu saw three disposable plates on the counter, all filled with prepared minced garlic dipping sauce.

Beside them were three large scallions, peeled just to the white part; their bright whiteness already looked appetizing. In a small bowl next to them were peeled garlic cloves, plump and adorable.

"Thank you, boss."

Thanking Wang Fan, Lin Mu took a box of minced garlic and poured it directly over the pork knuckle.

The color of the soy sauce and minced garlic on the pork knuckle looked like stars dotting the night sky, making the knuckle even more tempting.

The spiciness of the garlic and the sourness of the vinegar spread out, giving the rich aroma of the knuckle a fresh scent.

"Slurp..."

Lin Mu couldn't help but swallow his saliva, then eagerly bit into the area covered in the most minced garlic.

With one bite, the rich aroma of vinegar filled his mouth, the sourness stimulating his appetite and warding off the greasiness, rekindling Lin Mu's appetite anew.

Upon more chewing, the spicy garlic flavor and the savory taste of the meat blended, creating a unique and delightful taste experience in Lin Mu's mouth.

The garlic's spicy flavor and unique scent added a new flavor layer to the meat, directly offsetting the not-so-greasy boiled pork knuckle, making Lin Mu feel as if the meat had become more tender and juicy.

Feeling unsatisfied, Lin Mu picked up a plump garlic clove and began to chew it thoroughly.

The garlic's heat wasn't the nose-stinging kind like mustard but a mild yet intense spiciness.

This spiciness resonated with the meat's savoriness, forming a balanced and harmonious taste experience.

Lin Mu could feel the garlic's heat spreading in his mouth, yet surprisingly, the garlic's flavor didn't overpower the taste of the knuckle meat; instead, it accentuated its flavor.

As he chewed, the spiciness of the garlic gradually faded, leaving a slight garlic fragrance that intertwined with the taste of the meat, creating a unique aroma that made him want to close his eyes and savor deeply.

Wu Qian and Zheng Yaoyang stared at Lin Mu, dumbfounded.

"It's just eating meat, how did he end up looking so lascivious?"

"I admit this meat is delicious, but does it warrant looking like he's about to ...?"

"Is this minced garlic really that magical?"

Lin Mu gradually snapped back to reality, noticing his companions' lecherous eyes on him, and quickly distanced himself: "What are you two staring at me for?"

Wu Qian paused, then couldn't help but chuckle softly: "Lin Mu, you look so flirtatious..."

"Get lost!"

Lin Mu swore at him, ignoring him, and picked up a spoon from the food container, scooping out a piece of pork.

With the spoon, he mashed and mixed the pork skin and fat thoroughly with the rice.

Taking a piece of lean meat and topping it over the rice, he dug in with a big spoonful, meat and rice together.

As soon as the rice entered his mouth, Lin Mu knew it had to be this year's Wuchang Fragrant Rice; the flavor he'd enjoyed for over half his life was unmistakable.

Wuchang Rice's aroma is distinct from other rice, boasting a unique fragrance, somewhat akin to popcorn.

The crystalline rice grains, soaked with stewed pork juices, became soft and sticky, adding chewiness, while each bite revealed a hint of the rice's sweetness.

Lin Mu believed, even without the stewed pork, he could easily eat three bowls of this rice alone.

Now with the stewed pork, the fusion of pork skin, juices, fat, and rice created a multi-layered texture that made him wish he could swallow his tongue.

The surrounding audience was finding it hard to endure, simply because this young man was eating with such intensity; if he were hired for exaggeration, he'd earn at least 500 bucks a day.

"I wasn't really hungry, just habitually strolling, but watching these three chow down made me ravenous."

"I swear hunger's contagious, I feel hungry too."

"Gnawing on that pork knuckle, he's surely one of our Northeast lads; that appetite shows he's destined for greatness."

"No way, I'm getting hungry just watching, I'll start with half a pound to whet my appetite."

"Half a pound? Are you down to two teeth? Give me a full pound to start."

"For real? Want to challenge me? Bring me one!"

"I'll have one too; whoever finishes last is a dog!"

"You win, woof!"

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