“No way of dying is comfortable.” Tony glanced at Abel, “I’d rather stay alive and tell your embarrassing stories to your wife.”
“And you could guess the ending.” Tony told Emmeline, “He climbed up first and stood at the top, showing off like a king. So we all respected him as our king.”
At this point, Emmeline could not help but laugh, finding the scene reminiscent of Monkey King.
Sonia gazed at Emmeline from afar, her expression filled with sadness and darkness.
Emmeline, I will make you cry no matter how happy you are now!
The Health Department could not destroy you, but I have other ways to make you cry.
Hmph! Wait and see!
“After paying respects to the king, we went downhill.” Tony continued, “It’s easy to climb up the mountain but difficult to come down. It is steep and rocky, and jagged boulders are as sharp as knives.”
Emmeline was anxious. She was worried that Abel would get injured.
Tony said, “And then we heard a tearing sound. ”
“What happened?” Emmeline’s voice trembled, “Did Abel slip?”
“Hahaha.” Tony laughed, “It would have been better if he had slipped, but the problem is that he didn’t.”
“What happened then?” Emmeline felt slightly relieved.
Although it was all past, she was still worried about Abel.
Abel knew his embarrassing thing was about to be revealed, but seeing his wife’s concerned expression, he felt warm inside.
“Our king tried to step over a rock while coming down, but that rock didn’t help. With a tearing sound, it ripped open our king’s pants!”
Emmeline was taken aback momentarily, then burst into laughter, “Hahaha, Abel, so you’ve torn your pants before? Hahaha, that’s hilarious.”
Abel’s face also turned red, but he smiled and said, “Well, I was wearing underwear, so what’s the big deal about tearing my pants?”
“That’s right.” Tony said, “After that, we all knew he likes to wear black underwear, hahaha!”
Black underwear?
That was right.
Emmeline also knew about Abel’s preference.
So she always prepared black underwear for him.
Emmeline laughed so hard that tears came out. It was the first time she heard about Abel’s childhood stories, which were still so funny.
Abel pointed at Tony, whose face sternly said, “Stop laughing, or I’ll throw you out!”
Tony wiped away his tears and said, “Our king is getting angry because he’s embarrassed.”
“King.” Emmeline fluttered her long eyelashes mischievously, her face full of playfulness, “You were so cute when you were a child, weren’t you?”
Abel’s heart fluttered, his face turning slightly red, and he replied, “Kind of.”
Kind of?
Abel made Emmeline laugh again.
For the first time, she discovered that Abel was quite funny.
Fortunately, the waiter came over with the dishes, interrupting their laughter.
Emmeline rubbed her belly, “Oh my, my stomach hurts from laughing. I can’t eat anymore.”
Abel affectionately rubbed her head, “We’ve been playing for a while. If you don’t eat, you’ll starve.”
“Then I’ll listen to the king.” Emmeline looked at Abel with her beautiful black eyes, “I’ll eat. I’ll eat a lot.”
“That’s my good girl.” Abel picked up a piece of chicken for her, “This is what you ordered.”
Looking at the tender and smooth chicken, Emmeline finally felt hungry.
She picked up her chopsticks and put the chicken into her mouth, and indeed, the skin was crispy, and the meat was tender, with a delicious flavor.
She nodded repeatedly, “Delicious!”
The chef was very particular about the chick.
Each chicken was neither big nor small, weighing around one kilo.
The essence of making this chicken lies in the process of soaking.
The chef used a special brine to soak the chicken until it was cooked slowly.
And this brine was not just any ordinary brine, it was an old broth that had been continuously sweetened and flavored, soaked by countless chickens.
The cooking process also requires skill. First, the chicken was repeatedly lifted and placed in the pot to ensure even heating inside and out.
Then, the soup was kept at a low simmer, never boiling, with tiny bubbles constantly rising.
Finally, dip the chicken in cold water to shrink the skin, forming a transparent gelatinous layer with the meat firm and the surface.
Lastly, a layer of cooked oil was brushed on top. Only then could it be considered a success.
The rest of the work was cutting and plating the chicken and adding seasoning.
The famous Cantonese dish could now make a grand appearance.
