Fury Immortal Doctor

Chapter 1504 - 1507: The Beauty's Psychological Suspension Bridge

In an instant, everyone in the restaurant was stunned. Not only were the other chefs in the kitchen left open-mouthed, but the beautiful female customers surrounding the kitchen were also wide-eyed, their gazes fixed on the Fried Pork Belly in front of Shen Qiang."How can this be possible!" The young head chef, who had always been proud of his culinary skills and saw Shen Qiang as a rival, was deeply shocked, staring at the Fried Pork Belly that flipped and rolled under Shen Qiang's spatula, even forgetting to breathe.

"Impossible! What is this strange fragrance, it has removed the raw smell of pork, no, that's not right, it's not removed, but transformed the earthy smell of pork into a unique fresh aroma, how can this be possible! What did he use?"

As he was dazzled, feeling as if he was being hammered inside his heart.

Among the numerous beautiful female customers seated by the bar around the kitchen, someone had already cried out in amazement.

"So fragrant, so fragrant! It's amazing, it's like I'm smelling the aroma from when my mother used to refine lard during my childhood, no, it's not that greasy, but the pure fragrance of pork fills the air, how can this be, this is just pork belly!"

"A rich aroma of fat? No, not exactly, it's such a strange scent, so fragrant, yet there's no greasy feeling at all, I can't even perceive the taste of oil frying, instead, there's an aroma like that from a steamer, is this really frying meat?"

"How strange, to maintain a slender body, I've long gotten used to not eating fried foods, and even have a certain distaste for them, but it's so strange, smelling this aroma makes me inexplicably want to eat."

As the female customers exclaimed in awe.

The charming Major General from the Dragon Group, Wenren Meiqiao, not only blushed at the cheeks, but her beautiful eyes were also fixed unwaveringly on the Fried Pork Belly rolling under Shen Qiang's spatula, her heartbeat accelerating, and she found herself in a peculiar mood.

"So handsome." Staring at Shen Qiang, who wore a slightly wicked smile at the edge of his lips, her heart inexplicably fluttering, she couldn't figure out whether she was enamored by the extraordinary aroma of the meat or Shen Qiang's charming movements, and his dangerously appealing smile.

"I really want it!"

Conflicted in her heart, she couldn't discern whether what she truly desired was a piece of meat or an embrace.

In reality, little did she know that Yu Kang, the head chef previously featured in the Michelin Guide, had specially invited a team of world-class choreographers to meticulously refine every movement and detail of frying, a skill later perfected over three years, leveraging his unmatched Cultivation ability for meticulous precision and exquisite control.

To put it bluntly.

Yu Kang's set of actions could definitely steal the spotlight on any stage.

Thus, his restaurant chose to position the kitchen at the center, allowing customers to sit around, obviously to showcase his cooking skills, to draw them in.

He succeeded.

Over eighty percent of the customers in the entire restaurant were women, who always believed they were drawn solely by Yu Kang's culinary creations. Yet, seeing that the restaurant was filled entirely with handsome men, one could imagine that the reality wasn't so simple.

It's akin to a beauty salon staffed entirely by attractive women, inevitably drawing more male customers—it's a distinctive strategy.

At that moment, Shen Qiang, by drawing upon the precise techniques passed down through the Medical Saint Inheritance, initially only replicated Yu Kang's handsome yet theatrical movements. However, as he continued frying, with his precise Divine Skill, Shen Qiang naturally evolved a unique frying technique solely his own.

Unlike Yu Kang's choreographed, showy movements, Shen Qiang omitted redundant, over-the-top gestures, focusing on strength and decisiveness.

If Yu Kang's frying actions were like a refined poet engaging in elegant exchanges, then Shen Qiang was more like a lone swordsman walking a razor's edge, exuding danger with every pore, while his ultimate masculinity radiated an indescribable allure.

Especially with Shen Qiang's tall, athletic build, and his handsome yet slightly mischievous grin, paired with the extreme aroma, his entire persona became explosively captivating.

Almost instantly, the beautiful female customers' eyes gleamed with admiration as they gazed at Shen Qiang.

This is very normal.

Because in human evolution, taller individuals generally signify better health and strength, making them a preferential choice for females seeking partners.

After Cultivation, Shen Qiang's height had dramatically increased, evidently meeting this criterion.

From another perspective, it's akin to the psychological concept of the suspension bridge effect.

When someone walks on a suspension bridge, their heart races, adrenaline spikes due to fear and uncertainty, so if they see someone at that moment, they might instinctively interpret them as their ideal partner.

At this point, the Fried Pork Belly rolling under Shen Qiang's spatula resembled a suspension bridge itself.

The ultimate fragrance akin to swaying cables.

The craving to taste this delicacy caused the hearts of many beautiful women present to race, adrenaline surging, and when they raised their heads, they saw the tall, strong, handsome yet slightly dangerous Shen Qiang.

In such a scenario, with their hearts racing, how could they clearly distinguish whether their desire was simply for a piece of meat or an embrace?

Inhaling the ultimate aroma, gazing at the extraordinarily handsome Shen Qiang, the constant voices of doubt slowly faded away, the entire restaurant fell silent, and Shen Qiang naturally became the center of attention.

"What an amazing aroma! You can smell it even on the street, boss, quickly give me a serving of that."

The restaurant door was pushed open.

A few customers rushed in.

Their arrival snapped the handsome young head chef Yu Kang out of his reverie.

"Am I going to lose? This kind of ultimate delicacy even makes me secretly drool, not to mention ordinary customers." He sighed, looking at Shen Qiang, yet at this moment, the anger he once held seemed to inexplicably dissipate.

Instead, he felt a sense of deep respect, for although the outcome was not yet decided, he already knew in his heart that he was likely to lose.

"You can't give up!" In the moment of unexplainable respect towards Shen Qiang, Yu Kang pinched his thigh hard, then wide-eyed, warned himself internally. "You can't lose, Yu Kang, you're the best chef, you must hold on, until the very end, never give up!"

Right at that moment, with a click, Shen Qiang turned off the heat on the grille.

The eyes of all the female diners present instantly sparkled with a craving for a taste.