Chapter 720: 720: Returning to the Game and Failing

How dare you say that!

The Old Madam couldn’t be bothered with him, and picked up a piece of the Braised Pork for herself.

The Braised Pork was cut into perfectly square pieces, with the fatty parts as soft as jelly.

At first, Old Madam wasn’t prepared, and she didn’t know this was the case.

As a result, when she picked it up with her chopsticks, she almost crushed the fatty part.

Old Madam took a quick look and hurriedly started using a spoon as well.

With a spoon in one hand and chopsticks in the other, she picked up the Braised Pork and put it in her bowl.

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Old Madam untied the string wrapped around the Braised Pork.

Since the knot tied by Cindy was a slip knot, it was easily untied.

Learning from her previous experience, Old Madam used the spoon to scoop out a piece of Braised Pork.

The fat on top had already been cooked so tender that it was almost melting away.

When she gently tapped the spoon, the layers of fat on top jiggled with a “DuangDuang” sound.

The layers of fat had been braised so translucent that they looked like they’d melt at the slightest touch.

Underneath the fatty layers was the lean meat.

Stewed slowly on low heat, the fat and sauce gradually seeped into the lean meat.

Even the lean meat became tender from slow cooking.

Using just an ordinary ceramic spoon, with its round edges and lack of sharpness, she was still able to cut through the Braised Pork smoothly and easily.

In the spoon, Old Madam could see the fatty parts jiggling as she lifted the spoon.

Old Madam put the Braised Pork in her mouth.

The fatty parts instantly slid around in her mouth like jelly.

The tender and juicy lean meat, mixed with the remaining bits of fat, offered a diverse and smooth texture.

The rich sauce was slightly sweet and carried a hint of spiciness and aroma of wine.

Old Madam mixed the remaining half with her rice for her next bite.

The rich sauce paired well with the separate, chewy grains of rice.

“This Braised Pork is so good with rice that I don’t need to eat anything else; just eating this would make me full,” said Old Madam.

Unfortunately, Cindy hadn’t prepared much, just enough for one piece per person.

Seeing Old Madam’s expression, Cindy could tell what she was regretting.

Cindy laughed and said, “Grandmother, even if it’s delicious, we shouldn’t eat too much. One piece is good enough.”

Elderly people especially shouldn’t consume too much of this type of high-fat, high-cholesterol food.

It’s best to only indulge in moderation.

In order to prevent the two elderly from becoming too gluttonous, Cindy had deliberately only prepared one piece for each person.

However, it was true that even though it tasted good, eating too much would eventually get sickening.

Not to mention, there were still so many other dishes to try.

Old Madam could only lick the remaining sauce from her mouth, her craving unsatisfied.

“In a little while, make it again,” Old Madam said. “So I can indulge my craving.”

“Alright,” Cindy agreed readily.

Old Master sneered, “Just look at this pathetic display of yours!”

As if she’d never tasted anything good before.

Old Madam snorted and said, “You just watch; don’t eat it when the time comes.”

“I won’t, I will eat it,” Old Master retorted. When faced with delicious food, things like saving face didn’t matter to him.

Adrian Zhekova picked up the knife again and began cutting the chicken.

The first cut went straight through the chicken’s belly.

The moment the chicken belly was cut open, the aroma of fruit immediately filled the air.

Previously, the chicken belly had kept the fruity scent contained within.

All they could smell was the aroma of roast chicken and the light fragrance of the vegetables under and around it.

But now, with the chicken belly cut open, the soft baked apples spilled out.

Along with them came the syrupy fruit juices, mixed with the meat juices that had been roasted from the chicken.

The meat juice and fruit juice were mixed together, emitting both a meaty and fruity aroma.

Originally, the combination seemed mismatched in both appearance and concept, yet unexpectedly, it turned out to be harmonious.

The hot juice that flowed out of the chicken was still steaming.

It made the fragrance even richer.

The surface of the chicken was glossy and golden from the honey and butter brushed on it.

Without even taking a bite, the mere smell of it was enough to make everyone’s mouth water incessantly.

The chicken bones had been roasted to a crisp, making it very easy to cut.

Adrian Zhekova then cut the chicken into several pieces, like white-cut chicken, making it easier to pick up.

Cindy Clarke had intended to take it to the kitchen to cut it, but she hadn’t done so before in order not to ruin its initial appearance which looked more appealing.

Also, cutting it too early might cause it to cool.

How could Adrian Zhekova let Cindy do that?

She had been busy cooking dinner for a long time.

“I’ll take care of such minor matters,” Adrian Zhekova stopped her and took the initiative to find a knife to handle it.

Although Adrian Zhekova couldn’t cook and his knife skills were mediocre,

he had at least eaten white-cut chicken in a restaurant and knew what it should look like.

Moreover, the chicken bones had been roasted to a crispy texture, making them easy to cut.

Despite Adrian Zhekova’s problematic knife skills, he managed to cut the chicken quite well.

Maverick Zhekova took a piece of chicken thigh for Morgan Zhekova.

Although there were only two chicken thighs, they were cut into several pieces by Adrian Zhekova, so everyone had a chance to taste it.

The chicken thigh was juicy and tender, with a silky texture, and it was enjoyable to gnaw on the bone.

The little one took a bite, and the crispy skin immediately made a “crunch” sound in his mouth.

At the same time, the oily juice melted in his mouth.

“So crispy and delicious!” Despite burning his tongue, the little one couldn’t help but continue eating.

Although there was the aroma of apple, it was not overly sweet.

The vegetables underneath the roasted chicken were soaked in the natural chicken juice, giving them a fresh taste.

At this time, the Buddha Jumps over the Wall and Poon Choi in the middle were heated, and the water inside began to boil.

“Oh, yes, Cindy, how did your recording go yesterday?” the Old Madam asked.

It wasn’t a competition, just a special program recording.

Nearing the end of the year, the family was busy.

The grandparents had many guests to entertain.

Because it wasn’t a competition and not that important, they unusually didn’t go to the scene.

There were no surprises on site.

Without competitors who disliked seeing others do well, the audience-voted returnees naturally had good public relations, charm, and audience appeal.

Every day during the competition, the audience didn’t like the constant arguing.

So, people like Joseph Tanner, Iris Doone, and Blake Walker were not well-liked by the audience.

Except for a few who voted for them, most netizens did not vote for them.

Among those few votes, besides the fans with very different appreciation levels, most votes should have been pulled from their friends and family.

Cindy wasn’t surprised that they even had fans.

Who doesn’t have fans these days?

There are always people with different levels of appreciation.

As for Zoe Silverstone, although her name was on the vote option, she had no chance to canvass for votes at all.

Not to mention her main account being blocked.

All her alternate accounts were closely monitored as well.

Zoe Silverstone had no chance to contact her fans.

Plus, being absent for so long, she had lost almost all of her fans.

So, in this round of voting, Zoe Silverstone didn’t make a comeback either.