CFSMS -Chapter 140 Eating Luosifen Requires Slurping

The final flavor of luosifen (snail rice noodles) doesn’t only depend on its richly seasoned ingredients; the type of rice noodles used and the heat control during cooking are also crucial.

First, the rice noodles must be chosen carefully—ones that don’t easily turn mushy, but also aren’t too hard.

The heat must not be overdone; the noodles need to retain a certain elasticity. After cooking, they are rinsed once in cold water to achieve this texture.

These steps were all second nature to Lu Wu.

The vegetables were blanched as well and placed into the bowl together with the noodles.

Now came the key part.

Lu Wu lifted the lid of a barrel at her stall. The moment a small gap opened, a powerful smell surged out, shooting straight to the heavens.

It was the scent of sour bamboo shoots.

Fermented through a special process, sour bamboo shoots emitted an odor that many people simply couldn’t accept.

Even Lu Wu herself felt a bit overwhelmed by it.

She scooped a few ladles of the broth, added the sour bamboo shoots on top of the noodles, and then placed a generous portion of snail meat.

Fried peanuts and tofu skin were essential components of luosifen.

Because the dish was priced a bit high, Lu Wu felt a faint pang of conscience, so she also added plenty of fried eggs as a free topping.

Finally, she added a big spoonful of chili, along with scallions and cilantro.

Who eats luosifen without spice? It had to be spicy—very spicy, to the point of mouth-burning and head-throbbing, only then would it be satisfying.

Just like that, a bowl of “fragrant and stinky” luosifen was complete.

Lu Wu had eaten it before, so she didn’t find the smell off-putting; instead, she thought it was deliciously fragrant.

But the beings of the Qingyuan World had never experienced anything like this.

The first victim of the smell attack was Da Huang.

A dog’s nose was extremely sensitive.

Upon being hit by the assault, Da Huang immediately covered its nose with its paws and looked at Lu Wu with a mix of accusation and shock.

“Woof woof!”

Master, what are you eating? Even a dog wouldn’t eat that stuff!

Da Huang was a demon beast with early intelligence.

What did “dogs can’t resist eating filth” have to do with his future as the Dog Emperor?

Yet now, something even he found disgusting was being made by his master—and she looked like she was about to eat it. His pupils shook violently.

Master, have you lost your mind?

“Don’t talk nonsense. This is called luosifen. It smells bad, but tastes amazing. Want some?”

Lu Wu tried to recommend it earnestly, but Da Huang reacted by immediately jumping back several steps.

It looked as if it had seen a flood or a ferocious beast.

Lu Wu snorted and stopped bothering with the tasteless dog.

Since there were no customers anyway, she decided to reward herself first.

She picked up her chopsticks, lifted the noodles, and took a bite—no, she slurped them.

With a soft “sliiiirp,” the richly seasoned noodles, carrying sour, spicy flavors, struck her taste buds instantly—intensely stimulating, numbing, and appetizing.

The noodles themselves didn’t have much flavor, but after soaking in the broth, both texture and taste were elevated.

Chewy but not tough.

A slight bite was enough to break them; smooth and slippery, making it impossible to stop slurping.

The sourness of the pickled bamboo shoots stood out prominently, impossible to ignore.

Blended with the heat of chili, the resulting sour-spicy combination made the flavor even richer.

Spicy but not irritating.

The peanuts were crunchy, the tofu skin softened into a chewy texture, and the fried egg absorbed the broth completely—one bite released juices bursting with flavor.

If it felt too heavy, a bite of fresh green vegetables would cleanse the palate.

Every layer of flavor stimulated the mouth, opening the appetite, while the faint smell in the nose became less unpleasant.

Luosifen—fragrant and stinky at the same time.

Lu Wu, who hadn’t eaten it in a long time, buried her head in the bowl, slurping away. The ingredients were gradually consumed alongside the noodles, without the slightest reluctance.

At the same time, the strong smell drifted with the wind toward the people on the cliff.

Luosifen’s “stink that travels for miles” was no joke.

“What is Boss Lu eating… that smell…”

One subordinate tried to speak but stopped himself.

He deeply trusted Boss Lu’s cooking skills, but this smell was too intense—it made him suspect she might be making some kind of dark cuisine.

But seeing how she ate it, it didn’t seem like that either.

The unique smell made them doubt whether it was even edible, yet Lu Wu’s immersed eating expression made them suddenly feel hungry.

Two completely opposite reactions fought in their minds.

“When has Boss Lu ever disappointed us with her cooking? This luosifen must have some deeper meaning,” Qin Zhan said firmly.

His trust in Lu Wu outweighed his doubts.

He had even personally helped her buy the ingredients, and she had been full of confidence at the time.

“I also believe in Boss Lu,” Zhang Yue nodded, secretly swallowing saliva.

Her reaction was actually quite different from the others.

She dealt with ghosts, and after death, people became ghosts.

She often interacted with cemeteries and mass graves, and the smell of the dead was far worse than this. She was already used to it.

In fact, she was now quite interested in trying this luosifen.

She was getting hungry.

Maybe it would be a pleasant surprise.

“They’re here.”

Single Ji did not stop the discussion among her subordinates, because she was also curious. But at that moment, she raised her hand to signal silence.

Out on the vast sea, waves rolled endlessly.

On the deep blue surface, a huge whirlpool formed, and from within it, sea tribesmen emerged.

“So dry outside,” one of them complained.

Accustomed to living in the ocean, they immediately felt dehydrated upon coming into the air.

“So smelly! What is that smell?” another sea tribesman exclaimed, waving his hand in disgust.

Only then did the rest notice the strange odor lingering in the air.

It was strong enough to make the sensitive sea tribes sneeze repeatedly.

“It’s coming from over there.”

One of them identified the source and pointed toward Lu Wu’s stall.

“I knew it! These humans have no good intentions. They’re using this method to humiliate us!”

“I’m going to kill her!”

The more aggressive ones immediately talked about violence.

But the Turtle Prime Minister stopped them.

He also believed there was a scheme involved.

“I think they don’t want to directly fight us. They’re trying to use this method to make us retreat on our own,” he reasoned.

Given the strength of the sea race, and the coastal position of Yuanyuan City, direct conflict would not favor humans either.

This method was gentler, and they could hardly criticize it openly.

“Precisely because of this, we must rise to the challenge,” the Turtle Prime Minister concluded after some thought.

“Your Highness, what do you think?”

“Do as you say.”

The prince was also looking toward the stall, agreeing with the turtle’s analysis.

On the surface, he appeared composed and wise, but in reality, he was thinking about something else entirely.

That human was eating something smelly—is she trying to scare them on purpose?

No.

He, Long Zhang, had never been inferior to anyone in his life. How could he possibly be intimidated by such petty tricks?

He would intimidate them back.

“Let’s go. We’ll meet them.”