Chapter 115

Ning Meng felt a sudden sinking sensation in her heart. If that was the case, the flavor was definitely off. If the proportion of ketchup were too high, the overall profile would lean too far into sweet and sour, completely overpowering the savory, umami-rich notes that grilled cold noodles were supposed to have. The finished product would end up tasting strange. Ning Meng couldn’t help but recall the days before she had transmigrated, when she would work late into the night. There was a grilled cold noodle stall right below her office building run by an elderly couple from the Northeast. The sauce they used was a secret recipe—a rich, harmonious blend of sour, sweet, salty, fragrant, and spicy. Every bite was perfect: the chewy texture of the noodle sheet, the tender fragrance of the egg, and that finishing touch of the signature sauce. On countless nights when she was starving and exhausted, that piping hot, aromatic serving of grilled cold noodles was her greatest comfort.