Chapter 1172 - The Insane Steamed Fish Head With Diced Hot Red Peppers

Rom felt his whole body was smoothed out after swallowing that piece of chopped chilli. Sensation slowly returned to his tongue, and the sourish taste was rather unique too.

Mag used chopsticks to push the chopped chilli aside to reveal the white and tender fish head below. He gestured to Rom. “This is the fish head.”

“Of course I know this is the fish head. I was just having a taste earlier,” Rom replied calmly before using the chopsticks to feed himself a piece of the fish meat.

The hot and sourish taste of the chopped chilli was the first to blossom. Because he had already eaten a piece of the chopped chilli earlier, he didn’t feel the taste was sudden or hard to accept. The slightly weaker taste allowed him to savor it in detail instead.

The soft and tender fish head meat was fat but not greasy, spicy, and scrumptious.

The unique steaming method locked the freshness of the fish head within the meat, and the chopped chilli’s spicy and tart taste engulfed and seeped into the entire fish head. The scrumptiousness blossomed from inside out.

This was simply delicious!

Rom felt as if a fireball had exploded in his head and became a dazzling firework. His scalp was tingling, and it was a very amazing sensation.

Vaguely, he suddenly started to remember some things.

In the morning before yesterday, he lost his temper with his two disciples for no rhyme or reason, and then drank the water he used to rinse his mouth.

Yesterday afternoon, he tried to forge the sword that he left aside for over a year. After swinging for a few times, he fell asleep hugging the hammer. He forgot what he wanted to do after he woke up, and lost his temper with his two disciples again.

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Things that he had forgotten began to flash across his mind.

His scalp was tingling, but he felt his brain had become clearer and clearer, as if the fog hovering in it was lifted slowly.

Have I been living so horribly? Rom was depressed as he looked at the scenes. He hadn’t reviewed his behavior since he’d begun to forget what happened the day before two years ago. He became irritable and paranoid. He drank heavily every day, and used anger to cover his embarrassment so he could maintain his identity as a master weaponsmith.

He remembered what happened in his life for the last month after swallowing a piece of meat.

Only the word “horrible” could describe it.

He was no longer the person who was extremely demanding with his personal behavior and skills.

Rom’s emotions were very complex. He never imagined he would become someone like that.

But, why could I suddenly remember all this? Rom was surprised. Although all these things had happened to him in the past, starting two years ago, he would already forget what happened before. However, now he began to recap what he had forgotten for the past one month.

Could it be… Rom opened his eyes and looked at the steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers on the big plate. He ate a piece of the fish earlier; could it have something to do with the fish head?

With a skeptical mentality, Rom ate another piece of fish meat.

The tender scrumptiousness still ravaged his mouth, but Rom’s focus wasn’t on it. The tingling sensation in his scalp was continuing, and even more images started to appear in his mind. The timeline kept moving backward.

His eyes began to get wider and wider. The continuous memories reappeared in his mind, and they were very clear.

The things that he had lost for two years had come back to him at that moment. This feeling was worth more than anything to him.

“This fish meat could make my head clear and my memories return in sequence.” After swallowing the fish meat, Rom stared at the steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers with astonishment. Even his voice was quivering.

“It even has this effect?” Mag was surprised too. It looked like this fat head fish didn’t grow a big head for nothing. However, seeing Master Rom being so agitated, could he have been bothered by an unclear mind before?

Rom put another piece of fish meat into his mouth carefully again. He savored the delicious taste that was ravaging his tongue carefully before accepting the gift of his memories.

His previous thought of just taking a single bite was tossed away. Both the exquisite taste of the fish head and the amazing discovery of returning memories had made him immerse himself deep within.

“Looks like Old Grandpa enjoys it very much. I will try it too.” Amy was holding a small bowl as she reached toward the plate to get a piece of fish meat. She put it in her bowl before taking a bite.

“Woah!” Amy’s eyes lit up. The spicy and sourish fish meat was soft and tender. It’s so delish!

As Mag saw the two of them were enjoying it so much, he, too, used his chopsticks to feed himself a piece of fish meat.

The spiciness and tartness of the chopped chilli were just right. It wasn’t as spicy as the spicy grilled fish, and it wasn’t as tart as the boiled fish with pickled cabbage. The spiciness that was just right made the spicy taste of the steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers appear more gentle, yet had the attractiveness that made one lost within it.

The fish meat was soft yet still bouncy. The perfect heat and timing made the fish’s texture just right. It would have been too tough if it had been left to cook longer, or too soft if it had been taken out too early.

After swallowing the fish meat, it became a warm current that heated up the body, and the tingling sensation in the scalp made the brain become sober and clear.

“Only a steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers that tastes like this can be called the real steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers.” A smile appeared on Mag’s face. It was totally worth his effort in killing the fat head fishes for the whole night in the test field for the God of Cookery.

When they had eaten half of the fish head, Mag got up to toss the rice vermicelli into the boiling pot. Then, he sat down and continued to eat his dinner.

The three of them were enjoying their dinner very much, and soon there were only a few big pieces of bones and chopped chilli left on the plate.

“It’s finished?” Rom used his chopsticks to search among the chopped chilli. There wasn’t any meat to be found. He retrieved his chopsticks with disappointment.

“I think I could still eat one more of it.” Amy put a piece of chopped chilli into her mouth and chewed. She wasn’t affected by the spiciness at all.

“Give me a minute. We still have the rice vermicelli.” Mag got up and brought three bowls of rice vermicelli over. He scattered some chopped spring onions over them, and then scooped a few spoonfuls of the red gravy from the plate onto the rice vermicelli. He gave a bowl to Rom.

Rom hesitated for a moment before accepting the bowl of rice vermicelli. The white rice vermicelli was drenched with the red gravy and garnished with the chopped green onions. The aroma was already greeting their noses.

“The gravy of the steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers is also one of the highlights of this dish,” Mag said with a smile. He sucked in a mouthful of rice vermicelli. The smooth and bouncy rice vermicelli was soaked with the gravy, and it was deliciously sourish.

Rom saw that Mag was enjoying the rice vermicelli, so he took a bite too.

“Oh!” Rom, who wasn’t expecting much, suddenly widened his eyes. The gravy wasn’t fishy at all. Instead, it was fresh and sour; together with rice vermicelli, they went into his mouth smoothly. It was so delicious that he couldn’t stop himself.

How did the simple rice vermicelli become so delicious after the gravy was poured on it? Is this fellow a genius? Rom put down his empty bowl and looked at Mag with amazement. His previous prejudice against chefs had disappeared totally.