Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1934 - 1715: Just One Bite

Master Xiao Zhou hesitated for a moment with the big spatula in his hand while making fried rice.

He scrutinized the shy young man in front of him: You sure have some nerve to ask!

If he was willing to sell, would everyone even get a taste today? We almost got into a fight just now!

The livestream chat, having just steamed its face full of heat from the wok, was also thrilled!

Not for anything else, but if they couldn’t eat it, then nobody else should either.

People, they thrive on comparison.

[Young man, encountering Lao Song’s big pot is your fortune, but also your misfortune]

[Listen to a word of advice from your elder brother, it’s better not to get a taste. If you do, you’ll be craving it for the rest of your life.]

[As an elder sister who’s been there, let me tell you honestly, you better not eat it. Otherwise, at the end of the month you won’t have any salary left.]

[The seniors have spoken about the bigger picture, I won’t elaborate further. In short, I’m happy you can’t taste it.]

[Exactly! Since I didn’t get to taste it, anyone who does is my sworn enemy.]

[Come to think of it, it’s quite comforting, like when we’re watching food streamers. But those at the scene can smell it, which must make them crave it even more.]

Amidst everyone’s laughter, Master Xiao Zhou stirred the big pot again:

"Young man, I’ve got so many people waiting for this meal, I really can’t sell any."

The young man looked around.

People were eating BBQ, stew, and others sipping iced tea... Everyone seemed full and satisfied. Who even needed this fried rice?

But he was different. He had just finished a night run; his appetite was at an all-time high!

But they wouldn’t sell it to him, and he couldn’t force it either.

Just as this thought crossed his mind, he felt a temptation from a giant sitting at a nearby table, biting ferociously into a skewer, dragging it through his teeth.

The glinting iron skewer brushed past his cheek, adding a hint of bloodlust to the scene.

The young man flinched in his heart, unable to keep watching.

Yet as he started to move his feet to leave, that enticing aroma desperately lured him back...

It smelled so good, could anyone blame him for not having strong willpower?

He stood in front of the pot, unwilling to leave, seeing Master Xiao Zhou already starting to lower the heat, he pathetically asked:

"Well, if you won’t sell it, can I at least have a bite?"

Then carefully extended a finger:

"Just one bite."

No way...

Everyone was shocked by his brazen request.

Nowadays, who would even reject such a statement?

Master Xiao Zhou was also puzzled, looking around unsure of whose opinion to get.

Even Song Tan didn’t know how to respond—if he let him taste, wouldn’t it be embarrassing not to let him eat his fill afterward?

But if he didn’t, this poor guy was reduced to just a bite...

Even Qiaoqiao seemed sympathetic, thinking that this brother who couldn’t afford to eat must be having a hard time.

Master Xiao Zhou, feeling isolated, hesitated before finally handing out a disposable plastic spoon:

"You... you... go ahead, scoop one yourself from the pot."

Oh, it was shameful enough to say aloud. Never in his life had he been so stingy— but he really couldn’t make an exception here!

The young man brightened up immediately!

He received the spoon respectfully with both hands, then took a deep breath before plunging it firmly into the pot!

He pressed down until the spoon was quivering under a load of fried rice before carefully turning it over to scoop up a quivering mound.

A big heap of fried rice, balancing like a snail carrying its shell, trembling with caution.

Pale yellow pickled peppers, fiery red chili rings, fresh green garlic sprouts, and some dimly stir-fried sweet potato stems inside.

Joined by golden eggs and rice grains, quivering, quivering...

In an instant, the mound of fried rice captured by the camera tightened the gaze of everyone in the livestream.

[How could this be possible!!!]

Someone yelled silently at the screen:

[No no no! I disagree!]

People were hysterically refusing, unable to tolerate such luck.

Since nobody else could have it, how come he could?

And wasn’t that guy a bit dishonest, serving such a big spoonful? Couldn’t he just taste two grains for seasoning?

Barrage comments erupted in the chat, envy almost palpable.

But by then, no one focused on it.

All eyes were drawn to the trembling spoon, but just as it was lifted from the pot, he immediately extended a hand underneath to steady it, bringing it closer, mouth agape—

However, seeing Master Zhou’s complicated expression, the young man closed his mouth, apologizing, "Isn’t this spoonful a bit too big..."

Master Xiao Zhou, silent for a moment, finally didn’t mention the size: "Though I told you to taste it, don’t force it if you can’t eat it in one go... You can split it into several bites..."

Otherwise, he feared his cheeks might burst.

The young man then smiled, ears burning red, feeling the gazes around him. He still tried to suppress his discomfort, his heart racing with regret over his impulse but filled with longing for the delicious food.

Until he finally tasted that spoonful of fried rice.

Oh oh oh...

He finally understood why, in cartoons, there was always a particularly uplifting melody playing when characters tasted delicious food!

At this moment, his mind was blank. The taste of that sour and spicy fried rice instantly filled his mouth, both hot and spicy, yet aromatic.

The young man shut his mouth and whimpered, awkwardly guarding the remaining half spoon of fried rice, while uncontrollably gasping on the side:

So hot!

But how can something be so hot yet so delicious!

Why is it so delicious!

It almost moved him to tears!

Looking again at his spoon, only half was left, and he couldn’t help but feel a wave of sadness wash over him again...

Lun Chuan’s knee nudged Song Tan’s leg. He lifted his head, hinting at her expression, then mouthed silently to her:

Bad mind.

Song Tan touched her nose.

Aiya, she did want to make others crave it, but at most, she just wanted to see their frustrated looks.

Who knew this young man would react so dramatically! Ah, still too young, hasn’t seen much of the world.

Besides, if someone wanted a bite, didn’t she share? How was it being bad at heart? At most, it was just a little bad...

So, she also whispered back:

[Just say if you love watching it—]

This time it was Lun Chuan’s turn not to speak.

Not only did he love watching, but everyone was seriously watching too.

Looking at the faint pride on their faces, it seemed that Song Tan’s bad mind was a collective endeavor.

And the young man just stood there by the pot, chewing this hard-earned bite of fried rice slowly and carefully.

Master Zhou looked at him, the fried rice was done cooking, but he was reluctant to call everyone to serve.

There was no movement on the table, just watching him dawdle and finish that bite, and then he looked over with eager eyes again.

But at this moment, Master Xiao Zhou was already turning a blind eye with a heart of stone.

No kidding, just with this spoonful of skill, if he met a few more glances, there would be nothing left of this pot of fried rice tonight.

...

The young man reluctantly left.

Once he left, only then did they dare to speak loudly in front of the grill:

"Oh my, seeing him so pitiful, I almost wanted to keep him."

"Right, right, I was just about to politely offer more, but thinking that I haven’t had any yet, I forced myself to hold back..."

Everyone was chattering away, all admitting they couldn’t resist this.

Luckily, the fried rice was done, and after a few more bites, it was time to pack up and head home.

Until Doctor Xiaoguo said gravely, "I really can’t eat any more."

She rubbed her round and taut stomach, regretting not wearing a loose skirt today, as even the elastic waistband of her pants was squeezing her.

Zhang Yanping was actually quite full too, but instinctively persuaded, "At least try a couple of bites..."

Doctor Xiaoguo waved her hand, "No, having eaten to this extent, if I eat any more, I’m afraid I might throw up on the ride back."

Firstly, it’s easy to press against the stomach when sitting in the car.

Secondly, although the road in Yunqiao Village is newly paved, smooth asphalt, with lots of winding mountain paths, it does sway quite a bit...

"Can’t do it, can’t do it."

Throwing up isn’t a big deal, but having such delicious food in your stomach and then disgorging it for a fleeting taste isn’t that wasteful?

This concern silenced everyone.

Because they all faced the same dilemma!

Master Xiao Zhou: ...

If you’d said you couldn’t eat another bite, then this fried rice—

Forget it.

He looked at the water caltrop stems, indeed the fried rice still needs to be cooked! After all, the ingredients won’t keep overnight.

So he simply said, "Then I’ll pack it in a bucket to take back."

Right, take it.

Even though they couldn’t eat it now, just thinking about having it for breakfast tomorrow made everyone look forward to it again.

Master Xiao Zhou quickly served the rice into the prepared large stainless steel bucket, but he had just filled half of it when suddenly five or six people came hurrying over from a distance.

Like gophers from cartoons, they stood by the roadside sniffing, quickly identified the target, and came swarming over.

The young men wore basketball jerseys, the steamy scent of sweat hitting you, but their faces shared the same youthfulness.

"You guys are..."

Master Xiao Zhou hesitated: The water caltrop was long sold out, and they weren’t selling barbecue...

Then the leading young man suddenly gave everyone a deep bow!

"Brothers, sisters, uncles, aunties, little brothers, and sisters, my friend said there’s super tasty fried rice here, could we please have a taste?"

He held up a finger, "Just one bite—we’re almost starving after playing basketball..."

Even Song Tan didn’t expect this.

Everyone’s eyes widened, and Master Xiao Zhou didn’t expect there’d be more to this!

He suddenly turned his head to look at Song Tan, the accusation and confusion in his eyes obvious—

Are all you Yun City people, so, so...

He couldn’t think of a word.