Chapter 734 - 554: The Art of Begging for Food (Part 2)

Chapter 734: Chapter 554: The Art of Begging for Food (Part 2)

When the edges of the egg mixture started to set while the inside remained tender, he placed a small scoop of prepared minced meat a third of the way into the omelet, then gently lifted one corner of the omelet with the end of a chopstick, slowly folding it over until the edges met tightly. Afterwards, he carefully pressed down along the edges with the chopsticks to ensure every part was sealed without gaps.

Thus, a beautifully shaped, exquisite and enticing egg dumpling was born.

He took a bite of the egg dumpling, savoring it slowly.

Hmm.

The texture was simply beyond words.

The egg skin was soft with a delicate elasticity, rich with egg aroma, interwoven with a hint of enticing charred fragrance.

Then, the juicy and tender minced meat burst into flavor in his mouth, the richness of pork blending perfectly with the subtle sweetness of carrots and the fresh aroma of green onions, bringing a wonderful feast to the taste buds.

The clever combination of egg skin and minced meat made each bite fresh, fragrant, smooth, and delicious enough to intoxicate a person.

After eating a bite, the fragrance lingered in his mouth, a taste that seemed to penetrate into every taste bud, making him unable to help but close his eyes and fully enjoy this ultimate sensory experience.

"The taste of this egg dumpling is really nice, delicious..."

He nodded in satisfaction, carefully chewing the remaining half of the egg dumpling, then returned to the process of making egg dumplings, meticulously repeating each step until all the egg mixture and minced meat were perfectly combined into plates of golden, enticing, aromatic egg dumplings.

At this moment.

The porridge in the pot kept bubbling, emitting a continuous "gurgle gurgle" sound, accompanied by strands of drool-inducing aroma that permeated the whole kitchen.

He lifted the lid, seeing the rice had turned soft, sticky, and translucent like pearls.

"It’s time to add the shredded meat and other ingredients..."

He muttered to himself, slowly pouring the pre-marinated shredded meat into the pot, gently stirring with chopsticks to distribute the meat evenly among the rice grains.

Then, he sprinkled in an appropriate amount of salt and white pepper.

After a minute of waiting, the aroma in the air became even richer.

He added chopped century egg into the pot, the dark green of the century egg contrasting with the white of the congee, gently stirring again with chopsticks to let the savory taste of the century egg, rice, and shredded meat penetrate and blend with each other.

He grabbed a handful of chopped vegetables and tossed them into the pot.

Two minutes later, a pot of aromatic, smooth, and beautifully colored century egg and lean pork congee with no trace of fishiness was perfectly presented before him.

He scooped some into a bowl, took a spoonful, gently blew on the heat, and sent it to his mouth...

The springiness of the century egg, the chewiness of the lean pork, and the soft, delicate texture of the congee intertwined to create a wonderful feast for the taste buds, instantly lighting up his eyes and warming his heart.

"Meow..."

Outside the kitchen door, the distinctive long call of a cat suddenly sounded, followed by a series of quick and sharp "scratch scratch" door-scratching noises, like an uninvited guest interrupting Huang Jun’s quiet moment of savoring the food.

This sound, to him, was recognizable with just his toes...

It must be Orange using its "food request magic" again.

With a slight smile on his lips, he gently put down the bowl and spoon in his hands, stood up, and walked to the kitchen door. With a gentle pull, he was greeted by the sight of Orange’s eyes glistening with anticipation, its paw still in a door-scratching pose, as if silently expressing its longing and expectation.

Huang Jun said helplessly, "Alright, you big glutton, I got it. You wait there obediently; I’ll bring you your meal in a moment..."

Before he could finish his sentence...

Orange seemed to have really understood, instantly turning around, dashing back to its food dish, quietly waiting.

Ah, this is the unique charm of good food!

When Huang Jun entered the living room with the aromatic century egg and lean pork congee and the enticingly golden shrimp dumplings, Orange, along with its kittens, approached step by step, emitting gentle and delicate "meow meow" sounds.

"Alright, alright, don’t rush..."

As soon as Huang Jun poured the congee and shrimp dumplings into the cat dish, Orange impatiently approached, but instead of immediately enjoying the food, it first gently nuzzled Huang Jun’s pant leg with its head, accompanied by a soft "meow,"

Hey!

This usually aloof fat cat actually knew how to express gratitude, surprising and delighting Huang Jun.

"Go ahead, eat..."

Huang Jun said softly. Then he also added egg dumplings and century egg lean pork congee into the cat dishes for Meatball and Pumpkin Pancake.

After placing the dishes, he turned to Qingqing and Weiwei’s bedroom, gently nudging the two little ones still in their sweet dreamland, softly calling, "Darlings, time to get up."

Soundly asleep, Qingqing and Weiwei murmured a bit, then simultaneously turned over, showing him their fluffy backs of their heads.

Seeing this, Huang Jun chuckled with an indulgent smile, getting close to them, touching his face to theirs, and elongated his voice, saying, "Little piggies, time to get up～"

Under such affectionate "harassment," Qingqing and Weiwei finally slowly woke from their sweet dreams, furrowing their brows, crinkling their little noses, and after a moment of groggy struggle, they turned over, softly calling, "Daddy."

Seeing their adorable and endearing expressions, Huang Jun couldn’t help but plant a loving kiss on each of their little cheeks: "Good girls, it’s not early, time to get up..."