Free Web NovelChapter 202: Chapter 62: About Flavorful Ingredients
Chen Ze silently looked at the items placed on the cupboard; he truly hadn’t expected his mother to send him this kind of thing.
Frankly speaking, as someone from Huaxia, Chen Ze had eaten a fair amount of unusual foods, including insects, which some might consider "dark cuisine." He had consumed his fair share.
Among those with a strong, unusual aroma, Chen Ze had encountered quite a few, such as durian, or even stinky tofu.
However, Chen Ze had no particular feelings towards these two foods; he even rather liked them, with durian candy being one of his favorites.
Then there was the even more extreme Swedish surströmming, a fish canned at the apex of pungent smells; very few people could stand the odor.
It’s said that opening surströmming cans in public places is banned in some countries.
But the thing his mother sent him really left Chen Ze with nothing to say but that he was utterly surprised.
Chen Ze expressionlessly took a clove of black garlic out of the jar. Its deep color and the increasingly rich aroma that filled the air as he took it out both emphasized the presence of this item.
Yes, Chen Ze’s mother had bought him five jars of black garlic, all because of its nutritional value being higher than that of common garlic.
Chen Ze took a deep breath and then threw a clove of black garlic into his mouth.
To be honest, from the look of the black garlic, Chen Ze had assumed it would be tough like the strongmen of the food world.
But when he bit into it, Chen Ze realized he was wrong; the black garlic wasn’t hard at all. Instead, it was quite soft and even seemed a bit sweet?
Chen Ze quietly spat the black garlic out and grabbed a chilled cola to rinse his mouth.
Chen Ze didn’t dislike eating garlic; it was common for him to eat a raw clove of garlic with his noodles.
Not to mention garlic-flavored eggplant, and there are quite a variety of garlic-flavored dishes, many of which Chen Ze enjoyed.
But the problem was, this black garlic was soft and sweet, and the garlic flavor simply couldn’t be removed.
This led to a jarring taste sensation that Chen Ze felt he just couldn’t accept.
"Manager, are you alright?" Betty covered her nose; Chen Ze had already closed the jar of black garlic.
"I’m fine, just ate a clove of garlic-flavored preserved fruit," Chen Ze said absently as he went upstairs to rinse his mouth. Otherwise, he wouldn’t think about talking to customers that day.
Chen Ze had just casually checked Baidu and discovered that black garlic indeed has nutritional value, its vitamin content higher than that of regular garlic, and its antioxidant and antibacterial properties improved.
From a certain perspective, black garlic could indeed be considered nutritious food; it’s just that taste was a little hard to bear. freewebnøvel.com
While brushing his teeth, Chen Ze pondered. The black garlic was already delivered, and not eating it wasn’t an option; thus, the best course of action was to cook using the black garlic.
He had just seen several black garlic recipes on Baidu and planned to try them out later, then have Betty taste the dishes.
Meanwhile, at the Mage Association in the negative plane, several high-ranking members of the association were gathered together, eyeing the magic crystal in front of them.
"Pinocchio, is this what the Council Leader has entrusted to us?" a Grey Elf glanced at the magic crystal on the table, unable to comprehend why the Dark Council demanded the widescale promotion of this object.
"Hmm, this is a task assigned by the Speaker, and it must be done well, no matter what." Pinocchio was very serious; this was a task delegated by Stan, and he had to complete it, or else Stan would have to come and talk to him about his combat power.
"Hah, what a ludicrous fellow. Instead of wasting my time promoting this incomprehensible stuff, I’d rather delve into the mysteries of magic," a sultry Succubus said, disdainfully flicking her tail.
"The Pope of the Church of Light is also promoting these things in the positive plane," Pinocchio declared, dropping a bombshell.
"What? That old undying is involved too?" the Grey Elf exclaimed in surprise, looking at the head of the association.
The other members also became much more serious. It wasn’t a small matter that could engage entities of both the positive and negative planes.
"So, set aside your current research; in two days, this thing must be known to all magic!" Pinocchio said emphatically, slamming his hand on the table.
"I want to see what it is," the Succubus said, intrigued. She was very curious about what could warrant such cross-plane collaboration from such powerful beings.
Pinocchio glanced at her, then infused magic power, and the next moment, an image directly appeared on the wall of the Mage Association.
"This is rather interesting, is it enchanted with constant translation?" the Necromancer leaned in closer. If it weren’t for the stern look on the President’s face, he would have dismantled the crystal to examine it.
"Is this little girl a ghost? What does it mean to become ’enlightened’?" the Succubus watched the movie intently, immediately recognizing that the girl in it was in a ghostly state. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
"This seems like one of the members of that Wind Moon Band from last time," the Grey Elf noticed several familiar figures within.
Gradually, they stopped talking and focused on the movie in front of them, the only voices in the association being those of Angelina and others.
"Menma, we’ve found you!" a group from the negative plane screamed with all their might in the scene.
"I’ve been found, huh..." Tears filled Aria’s eyes, but she still wore a smile.
The blood-red sunlight shone through her chest, illuminating the entire darkness.
"To this day, we still do not know the name of the flower that bloomed that day..." Then, accompanied by a burst of music, the screen slowly faded into darkness.
"This movie... is somewhat peculiar," the soul fire in the Necromancer’s eyes flickered; he had just felt an urge to cry.
"Yes, it is a bit strange, as if something has been applied to it," the Grey Elf took off his magic hat and pulled out a handkerchief to dab the corners of his eyes.
The Grey Elf didn’t believe he would cry, although the movie was indeed interesting and emotional. But he was an old monster who had lived ten thousand years. How could his threshold for tears be so low?
Unless one was a fool, nobody would weep bitterly over this.
"Wuuu... why, why did Menma have to die, couldn’t we use Soul Calming Elixir to keep her stable?" The Grey Elf covered his face with his hand as he watched the Succubus pounding the table and sobbing loudly.
"Anyway, that’s the situation. Remember, every city must have this movie," Pinocchio said indifferently, then left.
Pulling the guard who was stationed at the door over, Pinocchio whispered, "Now, go and buy the album just released by Wind Moon Band!"
"Eh?" The guard was utterly confused. Hadn’t the President just said that it’d be better to buy research materials than albums?
"What are you waiting for? Go now!" Pinocchio snapped, his mustache nearly flying with his rage.
