Lu Ming nearly swallowed his tongue as he ate, finishing the enormous serving of golden fried rice by himself. The rice was soft as if he were munching on clouds. The White Vermillion Pheasant egg added a surge of flavors, and the rice had the vitality of green onion strings, blue carrot, and moody plum.
The old doctor was astounded to see that Lu Ming was eating like a starving pig and was even burying his head in the big bowl. This was the first time he had ever eaten so madly, and the old doctor could not help but feel glad for him.
"Lu Ming, this is great. It seems that Xiao Jin's cooking fits you well. How about trying my egg porridge as well?" the old doctor offered.
But unexpectedly Lu Ming shook his head after smelling the porridge. He said, "I can't eat it. It has roasted peanuts. I'm allergic to peanuts."
