webnovelfull Chapter 65 Things made with care will naturally show if you look at them carefully.
Chapter 65 Things made with care will naturally show if you look at them carefully.
The complex aroma of sweet, sour, salty, and spicy shredded pork with garlic sauce in the shop reached its peak with the final tap of the iron spoon in Chen Feng's hand.
Beside a gleaming juicer, Xingruo was operating it with a serious expression.
She stared curiously at the watermelon flesh rolling inside the transparent cup until the flesh was completely transformed into a delicate red juice by the blade.
She gently picked up the two glasses of watermelon juice, which had been strained to remove the pulp and was now clear and red.
This is watermelon juice that Chen Feng had Xingruo make for Lin Muyuan and the other person to cool off in the summer.
"Master, it's ready." Xingruo said softly, carefully handing the cup to Chen Feng.
Chen Feng nodded slightly.
He first placed two steaming plates of shredded pork with garlic sauce steadily on a wooden tray, and then added two glasses of refreshing watermelon juice.
The tray was a bit heavy, but Chen Feng carried it very steadily. Even when he reached Su Chen and Lin Muyuan's table, the watermelon juice in his glass didn't spill.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
Chen Feng put the tray down cleanly and efficiently.
The moment the shredded pork with garlic sauce landed steadily, the long-suppressed sour and spicy aroma instantly overwhelmed all of Su Chen's senses.
Lin Muyuan's Adam's apple bobbed wildly at that moment.
He stared intently at the dish, his right hand gripping the chopsticks tightly, his whole body like a fully drawn bow, ready to charge at this "divine delicacy" at any moment.
However, Su Chen, who was sitting next to him, did not rush to pick up his chopsticks.
As a seasoned food explorer, I let the rich aroma envelop me at this moment.
Quietly savor the "qi" emanating from the food.
After Chen Feng finished putting the dishes down, his gaze inadvertently swept over the collar of Su Chen's shirt as he turned around.
Su Chen wore a well-tailored shirt today, but below the exquisitely cut collar hung an extremely incongruous, even somewhat crude, pendant.
It was a walnut pendant, shaped like a slightly curled leaf.
Under the light, the veins on the leaves are clearly visible.
Chen Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he unconsciously stopped in his tracks.
As a chef, Chen Feng has an extremely keen sense of observation.
As Mengmeng's father, he has seen Mengmeng sitting on a small stool scribbling on those rabbit stickers many times. He knows very well what this kind of "non-assembly line" clumsy handicraft looks like.
"A very exquisite handmade pendant." Chen Feng suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but like a thunderclap.
Su Chen was originally immersed in the wonderful world brought by Yu Xiang Rou Si (shredded pork with garlic sauce).
Upon hearing this praise, he was stunned, as if struck by lightning.
His fingertips trembled involuntarily, and the watermelon juice in his hand rippled.
He looked up somewhat blankly and met Chen Feng's calm eyes, which also held a strange warmth.
"……what?"
Su Chen's voice was a little hoarse. He subconsciously reached out and touched the wooden leaf on his chest, which his parents considered a "waste of time."
This is the loneliness he forged, one stroke at a time, all by himself.
"You mean this?"
"Mm." Chen Feng nodded.
He turned around and stared intently at the pendant on Su Chen's collar.
"The edges of these leaves are finished very naturally, unlike the rigid shapes produced by machines."
It looks... like it has a soul.
Chen Feng's voice was filled with undisguised praise.
"Especially the veins on the back, which are deeply engraved yet extremely delicate."
These require immense patience and dedication.
You must have spent a lot of time painstakingly working your way up, right?
Su Chen was completely stunned.
He felt that the armor he had built to protect himself was crumbling inch by inch under Chen Feng's calm words.
His eyes were wide open, filled with a sense of unease.
"It took...it took more than a month."
Su Chen murmured, the distance he had been deliberately maintaining completely crumbling at this moment.
He felt a tightness in his throat. It was the first time he had experienced the feeling of having his soul seen through. It made him want to cry, yet he also felt incredibly warm.
"How did you figure that out?" Su Chen's voice trembled slightly.
Chen Feng smiled gently.
"Things made with care will naturally show their value if you look at them carefully."
The principles of this world are universal, whether it's carving wood or stir-frying this plate of shredded pork with garlic sauce.
After Chen Feng finished speaking, he added another sentence, his tone becoming even gentler:
"It looks really good, this craftsmanship is very rare."
These days, there aren't many people who can calmly spend a month perfecting one thing.
Alright, I won't disturb your meal anymore.
As a chef myself, I know that the key to good Yu Xiang Rou Si (shredded pork with garlic sauce) is its "qi" (vital energy).
Eat it while it's hot. Once it cools down, the "heat" in the dish dissipates, and it loses its essence.
After saying that, Chen Feng turned around with an extremely dashing air. He didn't wait for Su Chen's return gift and slowly walked back to his own kitchen.
Su Chen sat there blankly, watching Chen Feng's departing figure, as if nailed to the chair, unable to move for a long time.
"Su Er? Su Er! What are you thinking about?"
Lin Muyuan, who was standing to the side, had already entered "battle mode".
He hadn't paid any attention to the conversation about art and craftsmanship that had just taken place.
All he knew was that the dish in front of him was incredibly delicious!
"Eat it! My goodness, the texture is so tender!"
Mr. Chen's skills are absolutely amazing! It's practically a work of art!
While praising, Lin Muyuan used both hands, his spoon and chopsticks moving rapidly.
Soon, his lips were smeared with bright red sauce.
Su Chen, sitting to the side, remained in a daze.
His right hand gripped the wooden pendant tightly.
He stroked the grooves inch by inch, touching the scratches that had once made him feel ashamed and felt were proof of his "clumsiness".
"Things made with care will naturally show if you look closely. Isn't that right?"
he murmured.