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Before the words were even finished, bowls of steaming hot pork stew were placed on each table.

The villagers at the table all immediately stretched out their chopsticks.

For a moment, the clattering of bowls and chopsticks filled the air on each table.

"Hey, slow down! Leave me two pieces of blood sausage!"

"Save some of this sour soup for me, I want to mix it with my rice!"

"Stop grabbing! Stop grabbing! Ouch, your chopsticks are stuck on mine!"

Chopsticks were being fought over at each table, a fierce and ruthless battle raging, with no regard for family ties whatsoever!

Jessica and Emily, who were in the corner, were completely stunned by the spectacle.

It was the first time they had ever seen a meal where eating together was like a battle, with dishes requiring a "fight" to get.

"My God, this dish must be absolutely delicious! Look how crazy they've all gone for it!"

Jessica, holding her camera, excitedly recorded this wild and vibrant scene.

An elderly woman carrying two large bowls of freshly served pork stew walked over to the table of the two bewildered foreign friends and placed them down steadily.

"Honey, try this! It's our Northeastern-style pork stew! It's incredibly delicious!"

Jessica and Emily looked at the dark, bloody sausage in the bowl, still feeling a little uneasy.

In their culture, animal blood is generally not used as food.

But the expressions of enjoyment on the faces of those around them, and the rich aroma in the air, were irresistibly tempting.

"I'll take the plunge!" Jessica gritted her teeth, picked up a small piece of blood sausage with her chopsticks, dipped it in the garlic sauce next to her, closed her eyes, and put it in her mouth.

The blood sausage has a soft and chewy texture with a unique aroma. When mixed with the spiciness of the garlic sauce, the taste is surprisingly good!

"Hmm!" Jessica's eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously at Emily.

Seeing this, Emily also mustered up her courage and took a bite.

In an instant, the "it smells so good" law took effect!

What kind of bizarre food is this?

This is absolutely divine!

The two of them completely let go of their psychological burdens and began to eat heartily.

The pickled cabbage cuts through the richness, the white meat is mellow and fragrant, and the blood sausage is soft and chewy.

After taking another sip of piping hot sour soup, I felt warm from head to toe.

"This is incredible! I can't believe I find animal blood so delicious!" Emily exclaimed as she ate.

"This is a real culinary adventure!" Jessica exclaimed excitedly. "We've definitely come to the right place!"

A grand feast was held, with more than twenty main dishes served in turn.

The food was served so fast it couldn't keep up with the speed at which the plates were cleared out.

In the end, all that was left on the table were some cleanly gnawed bones and fish bones.

The plates and enamel basins were cleaner than those that had been washed.

In the past, when a banquet was held, everyone would leave with a bag full of leftover food.

But today, the elderly women who helped clean up the mess were dumbfounded when they saw the empty plates on the tables.

"Oh my god, there's nothing left!"

"Forget about the dishes, we can't even find the soup!"

"I've lived for over fifty years, and this is the first time I've ever seen someone eat so cleanly at a grand banquet!"

An elderly woman, carrying an empty plate, said with a mixture of amusement and exasperation:

"I was just telling my dog, Wangcai, that I'd bring him some treats home tonight. Now look what's happened! I'm not going to be able to explain this to him when I get back!"

An old man next to me, smoking a cigarette, casually added:

"You're kidding me! With a table like this, even a mouse would have to leave in tears, let alone a dog. You wouldn't even be able to pick up a grain of rice!"

This remark drew laughter from everyone.

"Even dogs would weep at the sight of it, and mice would curse it!"

This highest praise for food has been truly affirmed by Fang Yu's grand feast today.

Fang Yu, the instigator of all this, was leaning against the stove in the back kitchen, drinking water and wiping away sweat.

For him, flipping the large ladle for more than two hours straight was quite a physical task.

Liu Yifei took a towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"You must be exhausted?" Her eyes were full of unconcealed heartache.

"It's alright." Fang Yu smiled. "The main problem is that you, the quality inspector, are using up too many ingredients, so I have to keep restocking."

Liu Yifei blushed and punched him on the shoulder in embarrassment and annoyance.

She really enjoyed her meal today; her stomach was never empty from beginning to end.

Looking at the guests in the front yard, who were all full and satisfied, she felt a surge of pride and honor.

Just as the two were secretly sprinkling sugar in the steamy kitchen.

Jessica and Emily, two foreigners with rosy cheeks from eating, were sneaking over with a camera.

Before they left, they wanted to see and thank the mysterious chef who had created this culinary miracle.

The further you go into the kitchen, the stronger the irresistible aroma of meat and the smoky flavor become.

The two women kept their cameras on the whole time, wanting to record this moment completely.

"Jessica, what kind of person do you think this chef will be?" Emily asked in a low voice.

"I bet it's an old gentleman in his fifties or sixties," Jessica said in a low voice, her face full of anticipation. "You know, in China, this level of culinary skill usually requires decades of experience."

"Agreed, like a Michelin three-star chef in Paris, old and dignified."

The two discussed in hushed tones as they walked around a makeshift windbreak.

Then, they saw the kitchen.

To be precise, it was a makeshift open-air stove made of red bricks.

Several huge black iron pots were placed on the stove, and the firewood in the firebox was burning brightly, with orange-red flames occasionally leaping out of the stove opening.

The wooden table next to them was piled with various ingredients and seasonings, and there was a pile of chopped firewood on the ground.

This scene was unlike any "kitchen" they had ever imagined.

There were no stainless steel countertops, no precision ovens, and no modern kitchen appliances.

That's it?

These few black iron pots are what made those amazing dishes?

Just then, their gaze fell on a figure beside the stove.

The man was facing away from them, ladling the last of the broth from a large pot into an enamel basin.

"Wait a minute..." Emily frowned; the figure looked familiar.

Jessica also sensed something and instinctively zoomed in with the camera.

The man handed the enamel basin to the elderly woman next to him who was helping to serve the dishes.

Then he turned around and casually picked up a towel from the stove to wipe his hands.

This turn.

Jessica nearly dropped the camera she was holding.

"Oh my God!"

"Music Man?!"

The two screamed almost simultaneously.

It's him? !

It's that man they called "Music Man"!

How did he end up here?