Scratching one's ears and cheeks is impossible, but there's definitely a monkey in my mind constantly scratching away.

If it weren't for my self-restraint, I wouldn't be able to sit in this chair for more than a minute!

Father Shen always thought that when it came to aroma alone, no dish could claim to be first if Buddha Jumps Over the Wall was second, as that little jar holds almost all the seafood's delicacy.

One hit from the seafood is enough to break everyone's defenses.

But today, being first is somewhat in jeopardy.

The delicious aroma of mushrooms and chicken has already spread everywhere beneath their noses, even across a kitchen and with the best range hood.

He feels the entire large villa has been filled with this aroma.

Mother Shen anxiously holding back her saliva asked Shen Teng, "Xiao Teng, should we check if Wang Brother has finished yet? Once he's done, let him have a rest."

Shen Teng thought, truly it's my mom, craving someone's chicken but saying it so elegantly. Just as he was about to get up and have a look, the kitchen door gently made a sound.

The four of them quickly adjusted their posture to look more natural, but their full bellies made them appear somewhat lazy.

If it were a usual day, by this stage they would have left the table, as being hungry is uncomfortable, but feeling stuffed isn't pleasant either.

But they really can't bear to leave!

The extremely delicious aroma is like the stickiest glue, keeping them fixed to their chairs, unable to rise.

Now, they're about to see this long-awaited last dish, making it even harder to leave the table.

What grand dish could deserve such a fragrant aroma?

Wang Fan wheeled out a trolley, still holding a large white casserole pot, the burnt marks on its base showing it was a battle-hardened pot.

Everyone's gazes were tightly fixed on the casserole, afraid that if they weren't careful, it would disappear.

They heard Wang Fan say something, but didn't remember it; their attention was wholly absorbed by the casserole, even forgetting when Wang Fan left.

The steaming hot chicken stew with mushrooms was brought to the table, with the lid not yet lifted, driving them all out of their minds.

But you can't really blame them; blame Wang Fan.

Why didn't he lift the lid while using high heat to reduce the juice? Now the thickest aroma remains trapped in the casserole, and that tiny hole is simply not enough for this top-tier mountain delicacy to escape.

Shen Teng's hand already gripped the casserole lid, as the four held their breath, ready to see what celestial delicacy was hidden in the little casserole.

"Click..."

A soft sound, the casserole lid opened in response, and they automatically imagined a radiant scene.

Mother Shen excitedly said, "Such a delicious aroma must have the highest level of appearance, I have to post on my Moments and show off."

Father Shen was also eager, anticipating the ultimate feast from the strongest wild food boss, wondering what it would be like.

As the lid opened, thick white steam burst forth, with great bursts of delicious aroma further solidifying their guesses.

Only the most perfect color could pair with such a perfect, supreme aroma, and possessing such supreme color and aroma, the final taste is undoubtedly top-notch!

But...

As the white mist dispersed, revealing the contents, the atmosphere momentarily fell silent.

Uh, is this what's creating the aroma? Did someone secretly swap it?

Shen Teng, holding the lid with one hand, incredulously wiped his eyes with the other. Is this chaotic mess really the work of Brother Wang?

Mother Shen's phone-holding hand froze in mid-air, unable to press that tiny shutter button.

Aunt Wu gaped, thinking even when she just started learning cooking, she couldn't make such disorganized dishes?

As for why they were so confused, naturally, it was because Wang Fan's dish looked extremely unrefined.

But this wasn't intentional by Wang Fan.

Northeast cuisine mainly involves stews, known for their chaos, more ingredients mean more flavors, the more chaotic the richer the taste, some even dislike the first pot, preferring to let it settle and stew again for the ultimate flavor.

So expecting high appearance value from such a stew puts pressure on the chef, unless plated afterwards, but that would lose the stew's soul.

It was Shen Teng's first time seeing Wang Fan make this stew, and the appearance really didn't match Wang Fan's usual style.

Honestly speaking, he'd heard of the dish but hadn't seen it since it's rare for five-star hotels to serve such a stew, as it clashes with their style.

Northeast stews are popular in Northeast, and are found in fly restaurants, specialty eateries on streets everywhere, but rarely make it into grand hotels, let alone business banquets.

So Shen Teng's family hadn't tasted or seen this dish.

The contents inside were arranged in a chaotic manner: reddish brown chicken pieces, dark black mushrooms, large yellow broad noodle strips, and the slightly thick soup wrapping all ingredients.

Could this really be the crowning dish?

Father Shen, Mother Shen, and Aunt Wu all turned their eyes to Shen Teng, clearly saying, you should taste it.

Shen Teng wanted to decline, but his parents were giving him the unmistakable look of refusal being impossible, so he braced himself and extended his chopsticks.

The other three watched as Shen Teng carefully picked up a dark mushroom and nervously stuffed it into his mouth.

With his eyes closed tightly, Shen Teng bit hard, and the mushroom's absorbed soup burst forth, instantly making his eyes widen.

Silence.

For a moment, it was as though he was frozen in time, even his chewing ceased.

"Tell us, how does it feel?"

"You rascal, say something!"

"Whew..."

Shen Teng slowly closed his eyes, gently exhaling a deep breath filled with the delicious aroma.

Delicious!

To describe it truly...

"One word, absolute!"

After speaking, he kept quiet, closing his eyes to slowly savor the little mushroom's endless unfolding flavors in his mouth.

Without hesitation, Father Shen picked a small mushroom with his chopsticks, leaning back as the same smile as Shen Teng spread across his face.

Mother Shen felt a chill, unable to resist quietly asking Aunt Wu, "Wu Jie, do you think they're mushroom-poisoned? I've heard mushroom poisoning looks just like this. Should we call an ambulance?"