O Espírito da Gastronomia
Este é um mundo culinário cheio de poderes mágicos. Espíritos nascem dos pratos, onde sabor e força se chocam, e a jornada é marcada por perigos e desafios... O jovem Qin Lang chega a esse mundo reple
Early morning, before dawn.
This is the busiest time at the vegetable market, for seasoned shoppers know that the produce is freshest at this hour.
Arrive too late, and all that remains are the leftovers picked over by others.
Inside the market, vendors stand before their stalls, energetically waving their arms toward passing customers, their varied cries of sales rising and falling in a lively chorus.
“Fresh spinach! Homegrown, fresh spinach!”
“Authentic Wuhua chicken! Only twenty-one per jin!”
“Hey, handsome young man, want some pork?”
At this last call, a somewhat slender youth in the crowd paused, turning toward the voice.
His hair was a bit tousled over his forehead, yet it could not conceal his striking face and bright, spirited eyes.
Seeing the youth stop, the pork vendor’s smile grew even more eager. “Fresh mountain-raised pork, fifteen per jin!”
“Buy some and try it, I guarantee you won’t say a word after one bite!”
The youth said nothing, silently stepping forward and casually pressing a piece of pork.
“This meat... is from yesterday, isn’t it?”
The vendor’s expression stiffened abruptly, his smile turning a little forced. “Haha, young brother, you sure love to joke. Who in the market doesn’t know our—”
“Besides, it’s either mountain-raised pork or regular feed pigs,” the youth interrupted confidently. “Mountain-raised pork is firmer and more elastic; this one...”
He withdrew his hand with a hint of disdain, staring at the dent left on the meat that hadn’t bounced back fo