The Gourmet Customizer

One bite.

Wensheng and Wusheng chewed for just a moment, then immediately turned to look at each other, their eyes filled with utter disbelief!

CHOMP! CHOMP!

One bite after another.

In just one minute, everyone had devoured two large meat buns.

Jiang Wusheng reached out for another, only to find the plate completely empty. He turned to look at the other table—there was still one left on their plate!

Damn it.

Jiang Wusheng was wrestling with an unprecedented inner conflict.

One little angel on his shoulder was telling him, ’Don’t take it. Absolutely not. You’re an elder here. What kind of person steals food from the younger generation?’

But the little devil on the other shoulder, hands on its hips, was telling him arrogantly, ’Go get it! You’d be an idiot not to eat it! A bun this delicious? It’s now or never!’

This was torture!

’So, should I take it or not?’

Just as Jiang Wusheng was agonizing over the decision, he heard Lu Yongliang turn and say, "Ah Bao, bring that bun of yours over here."

Liu Ahbao: ???

"I’m still a little hungry. Hurry up and bring it over."

That was the last bun, and Ah Bao had just gotten his hands on it!

According to the usual rules at Delicious, if a dish couldn’t be divided evenly, it belonged to whoever was fastest. Since everyone paid for themselves anyway, no one had a problem with it.

Ah Bao had already calculated it in his head. With two buns per person on average, their side of the table would have two left over.

Zhang Li had already taken one, and to claim this final bun, he had practically swallowed his last few bites whole!

"What are you spacing out for? What’s wrong, is it such a tragedy to give your master a bun?"

"No, no, not at all..." Liu Ahbao brought the bun over to Lu Yongliang. "Master, please, you eat."

He returned to his seat and sighed heavily.

’I shouldn’t have been in such a hurry to eat... I didn’t even taste the second bun.’

’Whatever, he’s my master. *Sigh*!’

Lu Yongliang happily began munching on his third bun, making the Jiang Wusheng brothers watch in envy.

’It must be nice to have such an obedient apprentice...’

Jiang Wusheng, ever the quick thinker, said, "Boss Su, these buns of yours are truly special."

He was desperate to get the recipe for the buns from Su Chen.

Su Chen had also finished his two buns.

Ever since he acquired the Peak of Flavor, eating an SS Level dish was the ultimate indulgence, like appreciating a flawless, one-of-a-kind work of art.

At the same time, Su Chen now understood just how much pain Wang Xiaoyi went through, though he didn’t suffer from the same adverse reactions.

"It’s nothing special," Su Chen said humbly.

Now that the buns were gone, it was time to devour the noodles!

These newly-upgraded SS Level wok-fried noodles were no joke. Even Su Chen himself was afraid he might bite his own tongue.

He lowered his head to the large bowl and started wolfing it down!

Seeing that he couldn’t pry any useful information out of him, Jiang Wusheng regretfully picked up his large bowl.

A savory aroma instantly wafted up to his nose.

’These noodles have something special to them, too!’

He had a habit when eating noodles: he always drank a sip of the broth before eating the noodles themselves. As long as the broth was good, the noodles would never be bad.

He took a sip of the broth.

A searing heat slid from his throat down to his stomach, warming his entire body.

The broth was savory and mellow, with a rich fragrance of wheat, as if the very essence of the noodles had been infused into it. He felt utterly revitalized!

He then picked up the noodles with his chopsticks.

Because of the wok-frying, the noodles appeared to be coated in a thin layer of oil. Without taking a closer look, Jiang Wusheng immediately slurped them into his mouth.

The fragrance of the noodles, the savoriness of the broth, and the unique aroma of scallions from the wok-frying combined to create a complex, savory flavor.

The noodles were both springy and chewy, and it felt like a master masseuse was slowly working over his taste buds.

They were just simple, home-style noodles, yet eating them felt like enjoying a gourmet feast!

"SLURP SLURP~~ SLUUURP~~"

Jiang Wusheng and the others completely forgot about their image. They held the large bowls in one hand while the other hand wasn’t picking at the noodles, but shoveling them into their mouths! Every now and then, they would take a loud slurp of the broth!

The childhood lessons about not making noise while eating, the rule that a National Banquet Master must eat with proper etiquette—it was all bullshit!

And at that moment, he finally understood why all the employees looked like they hadn’t eaten in days!

With a lunch like this, who wouldn’t get completely hooked?

The bowls, which had seemed so large at first, were completely empty after just a few minutes of frantic slurping.

Jiang Wusheng rubbed his stomach and, with great difficulty, asked a question. "Boss Su, are there any more noodles in the pot?"

Jiang Wensheng and Lu Yongliang both let out a sigh of relief.

They wanted to ask the same thing but had been too embarrassed to say it, given their status.

"SLURP~" Su Chen drank the last mouthful of broth from his bowl.

He let out a satisfied breath. "I thought the bowls were pretty big, so I only planned for one bowl of noodles per person."

He wasn’t wrong, and the other masters understood his reasoning.

But the problem was... they really didn’t feel full. They wanted more buns and noodles!

Jiang Wusheng knew his question was a bit much.

Such a large bowl of noodles and two big buns would normally be enough for two meals for him.

He could only force a bittersweet smile. "Boss Su, after eating your noodles and buns, I don’t think I’ll be able to eat them anywhere else ever again."

"Oh?" ’It can’t be that serious, can it?’ Su Chen thought.

Jiang Wusheng still had that lifeless look on his face. "It seems cooking really does require talent. *Sigh*... I’m getting old."

Su Chen had no idea what to make of this nonsensical lament.

Jiang Wensheng was different from his brother. He was a straightforward person—otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to torment Brother Fang Chang to within an inch of his life.

He suddenly spoke up. "Boss Su, what are we doing this afternoon?"

Su Chen tilted his head and looked at the old master.

’What in the world do you mean by that...?’

’Have you gotten addicted to being a kitchen helper or something?’