Abnormal Gourmet Chronicle
Chapter 137 - 118 Liang Zhu (5)

Chapter 137: Chapter 118 Liang Zhu (5)

After Qin Huai parked the car in a spot in the underground parking lot, he originally wanted to go straight home to rest. Luo Jun absolutely wouldn’t allow it, thinking Qin Huai would definitely go home to sneak a peek at his memories, so Qin Huai should take him home and conveniently finish watching the memories there.

To Luo Jun’s extreme distrustful behavior, Qin Huai could only say:

"Spot on."

After Luo Jun sent Zhang Shumei out to buy a pot of hanging orchid, Qin Huai opened the game interface.

A new main quest appeared on the task panel.

[Single Item King]: As a newly established restaurant that has just gained a foothold, having a few signature dishes that customers rave about is your capital for making a name for yourself in the future. Please have Yunzhong Restaurant offer 5 items with daily sales, a satisfaction rate of no less than 98%, and at least 1000 customers considering it the best dish of its kind they’ve ever had.

Task Reward: Popularity Boost +1000, [???’s Segment of a Dream] (Choose: Yes/No)

Qin Huai figured out that the ??? in the task reward are the names of characters in the pictorial that he hasn’t unlocked yet. This game system doesn’t leave any loopholes for him; it’s impossible to advance on characters before unlocking the pictorial.

After accepting the main quest [Single Item King], you can check the current progress in the task.

Good news, the restaurant currently has two qualifying items, which are Fermented Rice with Steamed Buns and Dried Tangerine Peel Tea.

Bad news, there aren’t even leads for the remaining three items.

Qin Huai thought that Three Meat Buns and Five Fillings Bun were definitely hopeless. Although these buns were delicious, they’re quite common snacks in the Huaiyang region, with many stores selling them. Unless Qin Huai’s culinary skills were unparalleled, it’s hard to become the best in the customer’s mind since snacks are a matter of personal taste.

But for the main quest, no rush.

The objectives for the task reward haven’t even appeared yet; there’s time to worry when they do.

Qin Huai glanced at the main quest and then turned his gaze to Luo Jun, who was comfortably leaning on the sofa and watching TV while eating fruit.

"Is there anything you want to give me a heads-up about?" Qin Huai asked.

"No." Luo Jun, eyes glued to the TV drama, didn’t spare Qin Huai an extra glance.

Qin Huai took a look, seemed like a new fantasy drama.

Luo Jun really had a love for these.

"Then I’ll... watch the memories now, okay?" Qin Huai said.

"Go ahead, it’s not like I can stop you from watching, can I?"

Ignoring Luo Jun’s sarcastic tone, Qin Huai clicked on [A Segment of Luo Jun’s Memory].

Select Yes.

Memory loading—

.

"Bo Yan, today Master Jiang made the dumplings you love, I bought a few of each."

"Why have you been calling me by that name lately?"

"After all, I didn’t know your style name was Bo Yan before. I feel using it is intimate; why hadn’t you mentioned it before?"

"It was carelessly picked when I returned to the country, a hassle."

"Not a hassle at all, it’s very nice."

The moment Qin Huai entered the memory, he saw Liu Tao’s smiling face.

At this moment, Liu Tao was clearly a few years older than when she was acting, her hair pinned up, looking like a matron. The color of her cheongsam was darker, appearing more sober.

Liu Tao carried a food box in her hands, a jade bracelet on her wrist, gemstone earrings, a pearl necklace on her neck, and bejeweled gold hairpieces. Overall, she looked wealthier than during their first movie date when she wore all the troupe’s jewelry.

Qin Huai started examining the house.

The house wasn’t very large, with two floors. Upstairs housed a bedroom, a study, a storage room, and a bathroom; downstairs was the living room and kitchen, with a yard outside.

The décor was relatively simple, incomparable to the luxurious carpeted setting of Licha Hotel, but compared to contemporaneous standards, it could be considered affluent.

The living room had little furniture: a display shelf, two cabinets, one table, two sofas, and stacks of newspapers.

The cabinets in the living room were full of novels, probably because the upstairs study couldn’t hold them all.

Luo Jun was wearing a shirt, sitting on the sofa and reading a newspaper. His posture mirrored exactly that of the Luo Jun Qin Huai saw before entering the memory — watching TV on the sofa — like a perfect replication.

Liu Tao placed the food box on the table, went to the kitchen to get some plates, arranged them, opened the food box, and placed the dumplings on the plates one by one.

After Liu Tao finished placing the food, Luo Jun also finished reading the novel serial on the newspaper, put down the newspaper, and looked up at the dumplings on the plates.

The dumplings came in a great variety.

Apple, orange, pear, apricot, hawthorn, persimmon, peach, cape gooseberry, jujube, chestnut, white radish, pomelo, carrot, pumpkin, walnut, peanut.

They varied in appearance; the apple was made most realistically, while the pomelo was the least like its original form, offering a kaleidoscope of colors, appearing deceptive at first glance.

The pomelo was the largest and looked the least like itself; upon seeing it, Luo Jun immediately criticized, "What on earth is this?"

"Master Jiang’s new pomelo," Liu Tao explained.

"I’ve seen plenty of unpeeled pomelos that don’t look like this at all. If he can’t make it right, he shouldn’t, wasting flour," criticized Luo Jun unabashedly, picking up the apple dough ball, which looked most authentic, "Just make the apple honestly."

"Master Jiang also wants to create something new," Liu Tao said, folding the newspaper Luo Jun had just finished, "We should be empathetic. We’re refugees from the war, Master Jiang, too."

"We came from Shanghai, Master Jiang from Beiping; meeting from such distant places is a rare chance."

"I’m not running from the war; what’s there to run from?" Luo Jun mumbled, picking up another newspaper, "Taotao, have you heard any news of your parents?"

Liu Tao gave a wry smile and shook her head.

"I was sold to the opera troupe at five; after all these years, everything’s changed. Bo Yan, do you not like this place? If you really don’t, let’s go back to Shanghai. I know you can’t get used to eating and living here, and you can’t even buy the newspapers and books you like."

"Every time we have Uncle Liang send a month’s supply; now with the war, it’s dangerous for Uncle Liang to deliver papers. I hear the Shanghai concession is safe now; maybe we should..."

"It’s the same wherever," Luo Jun said, looking at the newspaper, "If you can’t find out about them, offer more money, isn’t that what you said? We and Master Jiang met here despite the distance; your parents originally lived here, where can they run to? Your family didn’t have money, couldn’t afford train or ship tickets, how far could they have gone walking?"

"What I have is time, if not found in one year, then two, if not two, then three. I truly can’t enjoy the food here, but the dishes at Wu Family Restaurant and from Master Jiang are alright, good enough to eat."

"Don’t order from Wu Family Restaurant tonight. Last time I remember Master Jiang made some sort of tofu..."

"Braised Tofu," Liu Tao reminded.

"Yes, that one, I want that tonight, you can choose the rest to your taste."

"Do we need to bring ingredients to Master Jiang’s if we choose dishes there? Seems like even condiments are self-supplied; never mind, I’ll go with you there tonight."

"Is he that poor, can’t even afford soy sauce?"

Liu Tao chuckled, "After all, like me, Master Jiang spent all his money looking for people; these days finding news of relatives is costly."

Luo Jun shook his head, indicating he didn’t understand, and continued reading the novel.

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