As the apple cider secreted, the liquid gradually became viscous.
The red-haired monster said proudly, "Do you think this is just ordinary fruit vinegar?"
The secretion resembled a white gel, like shrimp paste.
Pectin!
The main components of fruits are fructose and fiber; protein and fat are negligible.
Only a small amount could be obtained from apple seeds.
The core!
"This is my most treasured seasoning. One hundred tons of apples can extract only five tons of cores, and five tons of cores yield only forty kilograms of apple seeds!"
"And the apple oil and pectin combined make up only one-tenth!"
"In other words, these one hundred tons of apples can yield enough pectin for only one use!"
Setting aside the preciousness of the ingredients, the manual labor involved was also significant.
The second tentacle!
The aroma of wine...
This was grape vinegar!
The third tentacle, the taste of orange juice and lemon!
The fourth tentacle, lemon and passion fruit...
The fifth tentacle, durian, avocado...
The sixth tentacle, lychee, longan...
The seventh tentacle, Korla pear...
The eighth tentacle, cherry and blueberry...
The ninth tentacle, milk and coconut milk...
Sweet and sour, sour and sweet, the fructose and starch contained in these fruits were raw materials for fermented acetic acid.
Due to the different fruits used, the styles presented were completely distinct!
The bald, muscular man spent his time pounding the raw materials and blending the soup with copious amounts of other ingredients.
The red-haired monster, on the other hand, spent his time on the combination of various fruits.
Indeed, it was excellent!
Nine types, four portions of each, for a total of thirty-six bowls!
"Please, don't be shy, enjoy!"
As he spoke these words, the red-haired monster's aura suddenly surged, that intangible presence unique to top chefs, as sharp as a carving knife!
Zhang Wei first took the apple cider to mix with his rice. The orange-yellow juice flowed among the white grains. He gently scooped up a spoonful, and between the pearls, he saw crystalline threads – the viscosity of the pectin.
The sweet and sour taste was reminiscent of first love, swirling in his nostrils, making him involuntarily want to grasp one particular note, but it always proved futile.
Lush plants sprang from the floor tiles, saplings growing into towering trees as if in a camera sped up by a hundred thousand times.
A young couple picked the fruit and took a gentle bite, their noses twitching at the tartness...
Tears seemed to well up in their eyes.
Yet, the couple exchanged glances, their lips still curved in smiles.
It was both sour and sweet...
Zhang Wei felt as if he were watching a movie, witnessing everything. Merely the aroma could evoke such a culinary realm; this brewing technique was no longer about skill.
He had poured his emotions into it.
He placed a small pearl coated in apple cider into his mouth and bit down gently. It had a slight chewiness, a satisfying pop as a membrane broke.
It felt like breaking some kind of taboo.
Beneath this taboo...
The earth cracked open, and an alien evil god descended!
Terrifying tentacles rose like pillars reaching the heavens, turning the clear sky into an overcast gloom.
Vast black waters overflowed, and in the central vortex was the octopus's hideous maw!
The fetid stench sent shivers down his spine.
This... fetid smell, yet surprisingly delicious!
This was a rot that takoyaki or octopus balls could never achieve!
One moment, it was the innocent nostalgia of first love, and the next, a devil god descended to destroy the world! It was like the story of Adam and Eve being driven from the Garden of Eden by God!
Magnificent!
This unimaginable contrast jolted Zhang Wei, etching itself into his heart like a blade!
"This taste..."
"Luosifen!"
(End of Chapter)