My Son-in-law Is A War God
Chapter 1341 - 1342: Top Culinary Master

Chapter 1341: Chapter 1342: Top Culinary Master

"Wow, you Dragon Country people are truly so warm and welcoming!"

Getting into Jiang Meng’s car, Flora let out a sigh of relief.

Though she was happy, she was also admittedly quite exhausted.

"They probably thought you were some sort of celebrity."

Jiang Meng said with a laugh.

"By the way, this must be your husband, Mr. Xiao Chen, right?"

Flora turned to Xiao Chen and spoke in fluent Dragon Country language: "Jiang Meng often mentions you, saying how wonderful you are. Seeing you today, it’s true—you really are handsome."

"Beautiful Miss, you’re too kind!"

Xiao Chen smiled and said, "Jiang Meng also talks about you often, saying you might be the most versatile and beautiful woman in the world."

"What do you think, Mr. Xiao?"

Flora said with a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

"Me? I think you are the most beautiful Western woman in the world. As for the East, my wife is still the most beautiful!"

"Haha, you really know how to talk!"

With just one sentence, he managed to make both women happy.

This was Xiao Chen’s art of conversation.

"Miss Flora, are we going home to eat or should we find a spot somewhere?"

Xiao Chen asked.

"Of course home! I heard from Jiang Meng that you’re a master of Dragon Country cuisine. I’ve got to test that out!"

Flora said with a laugh.

"Ah!"

Jiang Meng covered her mouth; she was doomed.

Back then, she’d boasted too much, and now her bluff was about to be exposed.

Xiao Chen hardly ever cooked at home. The most he’d done was make her soup, but to be fair, the soup was truly excellent.

She was about to confess her exaggerations when Xiao Chen said, "Alright, home it is. This French gourmet can have a taste of Dragon Country’s delicacies."

Back home, Flora went to take a shower. After the long day, she was drenched in sweat and felt uncomfortable.

Jiang Meng quickly pulled Xiao Chen aside, "Hubby, hurry and order takeout while you have the chance. I’m so sorry, my vanity got the better of me—I couldn’t help but say you’re some master chef who cooks all kinds of dishes for me daily."

"It’s not a lie though!"

Xiao Chen smiled. "Otherwise, what would you think all those meals from before were—store-bought?"

Ever since he stopped living with Liu Xin, Xiao Chen had been preparing exquisite meals for Jiang Meng almost every day.

It was his way of thanking her for making him breakfast every morning.

Jiang Meng hadn’t realized it and always thought the food was from outside.

"Are you serious?!"

Jiang Meng was stunned, "No way those dishes were yours—they were too delicious. I almost swallowed my tongue!"

"You’re exaggerating. I was just casually cooking. By the way, what’s your friend’s taste preference?"

Xiao Chen asked.

"She prefers light flavors but expects dishes to stimulate her taste buds—hard to please!"

Jiang Meng said.

"Alright, got it. Let me check what ingredients we have in the kitchen."

Xiao Chen dove into the kitchen and inspected the supplies.

He decided to make the simplest dish—fried rice with egg!

Paired with his signature clay pot soup.

After all, the simpler the dish, the harder it was to get it right. Any flaws would be immediately noticeable.

Since he and Jiang Meng had already eaten not long ago, there was no need for them to eat again.

Having made up his mind, he got to work.

Watching the knife skills that seemed to leave afterimages and his expert egg-cracking techniques in the kitchen,

Jiang Meng was dumbfounded.

Her husband had this skill all along?

Could it be that her earlier boasts were about to become reality?

Suddenly, Jiang Meng felt a wave of happiness. She was surely the happiest woman on earth.

"Hubby, I want to eat too!"

She couldn’t help but say.

"Sure, no problem!"

Xiao Chen nodded.

By the time Flora finished her shower, Xiao Chen’s dishes had been prepared.

Flora came out dressed in fresh clothes, her body carrying a unique fragrance.

On the table was golden fried rice, each grain of rice glistening like tiny pearls of gold.

She’d seen egg fried rice before, but never like this.

And that clay pot beside it, though its lid was still closed, the aroma wafting out made her involuntarily swallow her saliva.

She’d tasted cuisines from all over the world, including Dragon Country food.

But nothing had ever tempted her quite like this.

She felt this was not just a feast for the palate but also for the eyes.

Never had anyone elevated something as simple as fried rice to such an art form—was this the legendary golden fried rice?

"Looks amazing. I wonder how it tastes?"

Flora swallowed a mouthful of saliva and picked up a spoon to take a bite.

In that instant, she felt as though she had been transported into a world of culinary wonders.

Springy and flavorful rice paired perfectly with the aroma of eggs—a harmonious combination that brought endless surprises.

Flora couldn’t stop her hand.

She spooned bite after bite, eating faster and faster, leaving Jiang Meng staring in disbelief from the side.

This poor child—was she starved or something?

"Is it gone already?"

The rice was finished, and Flora finally snapped out of the strange trance, still craving more.

"It’s so delicious. I’ve never tasted anything this good before. You’ve truly turned cooking into art.

Oh my, Jiang Meng, I’m so envious of you—you get to eat such amazing food every day."

Flora even held up her plate and ate every last grain of rice.

"I thought Westerners don’t eat rice?"

Jiang Meng joked.

"No, no, no, if something’s delicious, who wouldn’t eat it? Mr. Xiao, could I have another serving?"

She couldn’t control her cravings, almost swallowing her own tongue.

"Good food is delightful, but eating too much isn’t beneficial. Try the clay pot soup instead—my specialty, unique in the world, not sold anywhere else."

Xiao Chen said with a smile.

"Alright!"

Flora opened the lid of the clay pot. The scent immediately overwhelmed her senses, transforming her into a voracious foodie. She quickly scooped up a spoonful and carefully tasted the soup.

"This! How is this possible!"

The flavors were so rich yet devoid of any greasiness.

Before she knew it, she had finished the soup, leaving not a drop behind.

"What kind of meat is this?"

Flora asked in surprise.

"Just ordinary pork."

Xiao Chen replied.

"Pork? Impossible—how could pork taste this good? Pork has never been this delicious."

Flora had eaten pork before but wasn’t particularly fond of it. Yet, the meat here made her feel like she was eating dragon’s meat from the heavens.

"Jiang Meng, you truly weren’t exaggerating. Before, I thought you were intentionally boasting about your husband. Now I see—I was wrong. You were being modest."

Flora wiped her mouth and said with lingering satisfaction.

"Haha!"

Jiang Meng laughed awkwardly, thinking to herself: I was bragging at first; who knew you’d actually come to Dragon Country.

"So, does that mean your husband is really skilled in antiques and art too?"

Flora still didn’t quite believe Jiang Meng’s other claims. Every woman carries a bit of vanity, adding some glamour to their husband’s persona is absolutely normal.

She didn’t see it as a problem—she simply hadn’t fully believed it.