Chapter 290: Delicious
"I couldn’t find it in the warehouse, the evaporated milk..." she looked at Xiong Jie in confusion.
Xiong Jie immediately waved his hand, "We don’t use that at home because it’s unhealthy. Those cooks out there add it only for the appearance."
Hearing the word "unhealthy," Ding Ning nodded seriously.
Although she didn’t understand what evaporated milk was, she could tell that the dishes she cooked were better than those mixed with technological products.
Feeling pleased, she set down the soup in her hands and invited the three to sit down.
"I didn’t know what everyone likes to eat, so I just made a little of everything."
"Everyone, sit down quickly, or it’ll get cold."
Jiang Che thoughtfully pulled out a chair for Ding Ning and sat beside her.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help in the kitchen; Ding Ning didn’t want him to cook. She had learned to cook for so long just to show off a bit in front of Jiang Che’s friends.
It must be said, this table of dishes gave the three a big surprise.
Jiang Che brought over three bowls of white rice, and even the rice alone was steamed to perfection, every grain glistening.
"Don’t be shy, there’s plenty of rice in the kitchen, help yourselves if you finish," Jiang Che looked deeply at the three, having cooked a lot himself was his greatest kindness.
"Are you kidding me? With such fragrant dishes, of course, you eat more dishes and less rice!" Zhou Ang spoke up immediately, his eyes glued to the dishes on the table.
Feihu and the others nodded too, truly not expecting a ghost to be able to cook human food so perfectly.
Ding Ning felt their genuine joy, the corners of her mouth unable to hide a smile, which was as bright and warm as a spring sun.
Feihu caught sight of Ding Ning’s smile from the corner of her eye, and for a moment, she was captivated.
Ding Ning was already good-looking, and at this moment, her delicate features seemed illuminated with brilliance, accentuating her radiant allure.
Previously, Feihu always felt the gap in status between Lord and Jiang Che was too wide, making the relationship seem quite unreal.
This time, seeing Ding Ning happy from their compliments, she realized that the relationship between her and Jiang Che seemed more genuine than she imagined.
It wasn’t a false facade built by power and status.
"Next time everyone comes to the house, I’ll cook for you again!" Ding Ning feared they might feel awkward, mindful of both sides’ status, "I like cooking, you can come by often!"
The three nodded, looking at the dishes on the table, just by the presentation, one could see that all the dishes were perfectly cooked, the aroma was also very enticing.
If a perfect score is ten, without tasting, it would already score a nine.
And the taste speaks for itself, this is a nearly perfect meal.
Jiang Che was the first to move his chopsticks, picking up food for Ding Ning, and taking some for himself.
The three also picked up their chopsticks, Feihu swallowed, unsure of what to try first.
But, holding the chopsticks, she was puzzled, what were the translucent, snow-like things on the surface of the dishes?
They looked pretty, even shimmering under the light.
Beautiful as they were, something felt off in her heart.
The three simultaneously picked the dish closest to them, as soon as they put it in their mouths, their movements froze.
In that instant, time seemed to stand still, their expressions frozen, their eyes filled with disbelief and indescribable complex emotions.
Fortunately, they had a training session this afternoon, they were mentally prepared before coming, otherwise, their expressions might have been different.
"What’s wrong?" Ding Ning noticed something was off with the three of them.
Feihu swallowed the food in her mouth, "So tender! I never thought even greens could be stir-fried so tender, as soon as it hits the mouth, the fragrance of the greens fills your mouth."
"Me too, this pork liver is incredibly tender, so different from the ones outside! The heat is just perfect too."
"This soup... is indeed much better than that evaporated milk product! Clear and not cloudy, the color is naturally perfect. Master, the color of this soup is amazing..." Xiong Jie was different from them, he had just taken a sip of the soup.
If it weren’t for the afternoon training, he would have surely spat it out now.
It’s fresh, fragrant, indeed salty.
While praising it, he subtly redirected the topic for Ding Ning to explain how she made this soup.
"Isn’t it? I think so too." Jiang Che took a sip of the soup, his expression unchanged.
Seeing his action, Xiong Jie immediately understood, Jiang Che didn’t want them to expose the secret.
"In this soup, I added a lot of seasoning." Ding Ning spoke with pride, she thought others’ soups were too milky white, she added a lot of salt to achieve this color.
So it turns out those were all products of evaporated milk.
"I’ve read human history; it says salt is quite precious. I saw in recipes, everyone uses very little, in the future, when you all visit, eat as much as you like, don’t be polite!" Ding Ning squinted her eyes and smiled, sincerity and enthusiasm brimming in that smile.
"Even if Jiang Che isn’t home, you can still come over. I’ll cook for you all!" Ding Ning continued.
"Ning has no sense of taste, if she did, she would taste how delicious her dishes are." Jiang Che smiled slightly.
Feihu was stunned, just now when that salty taste hit her, it cleared all thoughts from her mind.
This was unlike anything, the saltiness was beyond the physiological limits of the human body.
If it weren’t for her special training, she might not have endured it.
She was just thinking, no wonder Jiang Che could coexist peacefully with a ghost, he indeed could tolerate what ordinary people cannot.
But now, hearing Ding Ning and Jiang Che’s words, she was stunned.
Zhou Ang picked up another chopstick of food and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Delicious!" He ate the food in big bites, Xiong Jie also drank the soup in his bowl in one gulp.
Feihu didn’t hesitate any longer, she picked up the snow-capped salt and put it in her mouth.
Despite the saltiness still assaulting the taste buds, her eyes were filled with determination and courage.
"Master, this soup is very fragrant, I’ve never drunk such a delicious soup!" Xiong Jie looked at the soup in his bowl, his eyes complicated.
Though it was a whitish soup full of salt, he could still taste the love within.
At this moment, he understood what Jiang Che meant.
Ding Ning had no sense of taste, she didn’t need to know what her dishes tasted like, nor did she need to cater to other’s appetites.
No matter what these dishes were, they were the most delicious.
Because Ding Ning had no sense of taste, she couldn’t taste her cooking.
"Uncle Xiong, sorry to trouble you before." Ding Ning watched as he finished and served him another bowl of soup, "From now on, just call me Ning."
Xiong Jie was stunned, looking at the newly filled bowl of soup and Ning’s expectant eyes.
"Then I won’t be polite, and call you Ning. In the future, Uncle will visit often for meals, don’t worry about me being a bother."