bantayden Chapter 630 - 585: The Black and White Dumpling Base—One Refuses to Accept, the Other Insists on Giving
Chapter 630 - 585: The Black and White Dumpling Base—One Refuses to Accept, the Other Insists on Giving
The temperature difference between day and night in the mountains is significant; during the day, it feels just a bit chilly, but by nightfall, it approaches freezing.
Yet, technology transforms life in ways not just spoken of; the climate-controlled space of the RV means the two don’t even need to change clothes.
Sitting next to each other, holding freshly grilled brisket and steak, they stuff the tender, juicy beef into their mouths while gazing at the dazzling Milky Way, living quite the cozy life.
Taking a bite from the ribeye offered to their lips, with a gentle tug, the tender beef fibers separate from the bone, entering the mouth accompanied by a rich aroma and moist juices.
This beef is incredibly tender; the slow-roasting for several hours is well worth it. This taste is entirely different from grilled beef skewers.
Even with advanced skills, grilling skewers won’t achieve this level of effect.
Each chew allows one to feel the fineness of the beef fibers, with the texture melting into juices in the mouth, disappearing without form.
The simplicity of the marinade perfectly highlights the original flavor of the premium beef, with a hint of milky aroma intertwined with the meaty scent, offering the utmost enjoyment.
If dipped in a homemade tangy and spicy sauce, describing it with words would be quite challenging.
Moreover, the main thing is, even before tasting, the appearance of the steak itself offers a mental satisfaction.
The sight of a large piece of crispy-on-the-outside, tender-on-the-inside beef is a visual shock, instantly flavoring the taste, although perhaps torturing the livestream’s star-gazing fans.
Though their eyes are on the stars, their minds keep flashing back to the scene of Wang Fan slicing the meat just moments ago.
There’s a guy abroad known as the Salt Bae, famous for his elbow-sprinkled steak. Wang Fan doesn’t employ such performative actions, yet the two pieces of beef he grills seem to love putting on a show.
Upon first sight, the brisket was bouncing continuously under Wang Fan’s hand, and when sliced, the juices spouted like a fountain. The perfect color revealed post-slicing is like the most outstanding actor, with every movement etched into everyone’s minds.
Take a bite of your own braised beef noodles, thinking of the steak just now...
Anyway, everyone now has a snack in hand.
Those without options have instant noodles, sausage, bread unearthed from corners, whose age is unknown, or buns smeared with Lao Gan Ma and pickles. Those with options order some skewers, gulp down a small beer, and light a cigarette. Although it can’t compare to what Wang Fan has, it at least curbs the craving.
The RV fills with soft music, soothing piano notes akin to a babbling brook, resonating with the starry expanse above.
Most people’s lives are spent just trying to get by; living under constant pressure, even the toughest guys get weary, adding to daily troubles, which sometimes don’t allow their brows to unfurl even once a year.
But now, it’s different.
After finishing what’s at hand and snuggling into the blankets, feeling the warmth and comfort of being wrapped tightly in the bedding, while listening to beautiful, calming melodies and gazing at the star-studded, all-encompassing night sky, one’s soul attains immense relaxation.
At this moment, looking at the stars on the livestream, everyone temporarily forgets all worries, focusing solely on the beauty at hand.
The chat quiets down; no new comments appear for a long time. Everyone peacefully admires the celestial view through the panoramic sunroof, soaking in this rare tranquil state.
100,000 people, 200,000 people, 300,000 people...
The numbers in Wang Fan’s livestream continue to surge, but he pays no heed.
As the music flows, people’s minds gradually drift away, seemingly enchanted by the mysterious starlit sky.
Bits and pieces from the past, the laughter and tears once experienced, begin surfacing in their thoughts, faces following these sentiments, smiling or crying unconsciously.
Sometimes, laughter isn’t necessarily good, and tears aren’t necessarily bad. Secretly shedding a tear, a true tough guy feels a sense of relief.
In this small livestream, time seems to stand still; people relish this rare moment of peace, embracing the infinite warmth and solace brought by the music and stars.
Night quietly passes; the heavy burden of performance pressure normally keeping workers awake dips them into deep slumber, soon exhibiting a baby-like smile on their faces.
Not a dream throughout the night.
Looking at stars without seeing the sunrise, this trek to the mountaintop is only halfway.
The golden sun peeks halfway, painting half the sky golden. The dark mountain peaks, swirling white clouds, and mist cascade along the ridge, a random snapshot becoming a top-notch screensaver.
Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian put on their down jackets and step out of the vehicle, taking a deep breath of the chilly yet slightly sweet mist, igniting an ever-growing enthusiasm within.
The poetry and distance many yearn for aren’t because they wish to escape the mundane; it’s because the poetry and distance are truly beautiful.
"This kind of scenery is truly never enough to see."
"Heh, boss, if you want to watch, I’ll keep you company."
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Wang Fan doesn’t continue the 318 journey; instead, he turns back and heads straight for Chengdu.
On the way back, the weather is somewhat gloomy, far from the previous sunny skies. If one were to sightsee in such weather, it would likely end in disappointment, but it doesn’t matter for watching black and white cartoons.