Abstinence Pei, don't be too sweet when chasing your wife

Chapter 445: Delicious Food on the Tip of the Tongue

In the morning light, Dettifoss was steaming with mist, and Pei Luonan carefully placed the fried bacon on the plate.

Although Gu Fanxing was still a little sleepy, her eyes lit up the moment she smelled the aroma of food: "Are we really going to be foodies for the whole day?"

“Olav recommended five restaurants, saying that if you skipped any of them, Icelandic salmon would hate you.”

Pei Luonan smiled and handed over the hot cocoa. A food map had already been listed on the tablet.

The first stop is the "Glacier Fishing House" 20 kilometers away from the waterfall. It is said that the chefs there can use the most primitive cooking methods to bring out the original flavor of the ingredients.

When we walked into the fishing house, the proprietress warmly greeted us, "Try our freshly caught mussels and pair them with our homemade birch sap wine."

She placed the earthenware bowl before them, where mussels shimmered pearly in a creamy broth.

Gu Fanxing scooped up a spoonful, and the soup wrapped around the sweet shellfish meat exuded the scent of the ocean.

"Is there seaweed in this soup?" Pei Luonan asked after tasting it carefully.

The proprietress's eyes lit up. "You have a good taste, young man! We use red algae that is unique to the south coast. We have to go to the crevices of the reefs at low tide and in the cold wind to pick them."

As she spoke, she brought out a plate of smoked haddock. The skin was golden and crispy, while the inside was so tender that it was almost creamy.

Gu Fanxing squeezed a few drops of wild cloudberry juice, and the sweet and sour fruity aroma made the freshness of the fish even more prominent.

At noon, they arrived at the restaurant built next to the hot spring.

Under the huge glass dome, the steaming hot air and the cold air merge into mist, and the dining table is right next to the hot spring pool.

The chef pushed the food cart over, and the rich aroma of lamb mixed with the scent of vanilla hit us in the face.

"This is Highland lamb slow-cooked in hot springs for twelve hours," the chef proudly introduced. "Even the carrots were grown in the hot springs."

Gu Fanxing cut the mutton with a silver spoon, and the gravy immediately gushed out. The melt-in-your-mouth texture made her almost bite her tongue.

Pei Luonan raised his glass, the amber liquid inside shimmering in the mist: "Try this elderflower wine. The boss lady said it was made from a century-old vine."

The wine has a sweet floral aroma as it slides down the throat, but the aftertaste has a subtle spiciness.

Gu Fanxing looked at Pei Luonan's face which was flushed by the heat, and suddenly remembered how he stood in front of her under the aurora, and her heart beat faster unconsciously.

"What are you thinking about?" Pei Luonan reached out to wipe the sauce from the corner of her mouth. The temperature of his fingertips was hotter than a hot spring.

In the middle of the meal, the restaurant suddenly became lively.

Several local fishermen rushed in carrying freshly caught king crabs, and the crab claws as big as washbasins gleamed red on the ice.

The chef decided to add a dish on the spot, using crab meat cooked in hot spring water, paired with a special lava chili sauce, mixed with fermented goat milk and wild juniper berries, which had a unique flavor.

Pei Luonan dipped the peeled crab meat in hot sauce and fed it to Gu Fanxing's mouth. The spicy and sweet taste exploded on her tongue, making her almost jump up.

The afternoon itinerary is to visit the Volcano Bakery.

The bread is dug out of a geothermal pit and wrapped in sheepskin.

When you cut the bread and the dark brown crust cracks, the aroma of wheat mixed with a faint smell of sulfur wafts out.

"You can eat it with whale oil jam." Pei Luonan suggested.

Gu Fanxing looked at the shiny black jam with some hesitation, but Pei Luonan had already spread a layer on the bread: "Whale oil is boiled through seven steps and is richer than butter."

The moment she bit into it, the crispy bread crust collided with the dense inner core, and the salty and fragrant whale oil jam completely overturned her perception of bread.

As dusk fell, they arrived at the cliff restaurant by the sea.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sunset dyed the Atlantic Ocean blood red, interweaving with the blue smoke from the crater in the distance to form a fantastic picture.

In the seafood platter, sea urchins were wriggling and the oyster shells were covered with sea water.

Pei Luonan opened the oysters for Gu Fanxing and squeezed a few drops of lemon juice on them: "Try this, freshly caught from the North Atlantic."

As the cold oyster meat goes down your throat, the salty taste of the sea water and the sweet taste of the meat explode in your mouth.

The waiter came over with a silver kettle. The liquid overflowing from the spout shone with a honey-colored luster in the candlelight. "This is the mead we made with Icelandic moss and wild juniper berries. It goes best with seafood."

Gu Fanxing took the wine glass curiously, and the fruity aroma mixed with the strong smell of alcohol hit her face. She tilted her head back and took a big sip, and her cheeks instantly turned red from choking.

"Slow down!" Pei Luonan tried to snatch the wine glass, his fingertips brushing against her hot lips.

Gu Fanxing smiled and dodged, then poured herself another cup, her eyes misted with moisture: "Look at that cloud, does it look like the aurora last night?" She pointed at the clouds outside the window, her hair trembling in the wind, her earlobes as red as ripe cloudberries.

Pei Luonan moved the wine glass in front of her away, but his heart skipped a beat when he saw her sparkling eyes.

Even more amazing is the lava cake after the meal.

When the waiter cracked open the volcanic rock frosting, warm chocolate sauce gushed out like magma.

Gu Fanxing clapped her hands excitedly and accidentally got the sauce on the tip of her nose.

Pei Luonan leaned over and gently wiped the chocolate off the tip of her nose with his fingertips. The sweet touch made them both stunned at the same time, and their heartbeats accelerated.

Gu Fanxing's cheeks turned red instantly. She hurriedly lowered her head to scoop up the cake, but scooped the chili lava sauce by mistake, which was so spicy that tears came to her eyes.

"Idiot!" Pei Luonan hurriedly handed her ice water, but she grabbed his wrist.

Gu Fanxing raised her flushed face, tears hanging on her eyelashes, but her eyes were like stars dipped in honey: "Pei Luonan, do you know... when you stand in front of me, you are brighter than the aurora."

Her soft voice, every word was like a feather scratching Pei Luonan's heart.

His Adam's apple rolled, and just as he was about to speak, Gu Fanxing suddenly pointed at the sea in the distance and exclaimed, "Look! Dolphins!"

Gu Fanxing excitedly pulled Pei Luonan and ran to the terrace. The sea breeze lifted her hair, revealing her slender neck.

Pei Luonan looked at her dancing figure in the sunset glow, and suddenly remembered the light in her eyes when she clapped her hands in the ice cave - it turned out that what made him more addicted than Icelandic food was her defenseless joy.

At the end of the meal, a bonfire was lit in the center of the restaurant.

Several local musicians picked up the harp and sang melodious folk songs.

Gu Fanxing walked over to Pei Luonan with the remaining half cup of honey wine and said, "Do you want to dance?" Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were as blurry as the misty lake.

Pei Luonan just held her hand, but her legs went weak and she fell into his arms.

"Pei Luonan..." She buried her head in his chest and said sullenly, "Your heart is beating so fast."

Pei Luonan froze, and suddenly turned around and pushed her against the wooden pillar of the terrace. The mixed smell of cedar and alcohol surrounded her.

Gu Fanxing looked at his face so close to her, and even her breathing became cautious.

Pei Luonan's eyes fell on her slightly open lips, and his fingertips gently stroked the back of her cold hand: "What about you?"

The sea breeze suddenly grew stronger, blowing out the candles on the terrace.

In the darkness, there was only the sound of a distant campfire and the two people's rapid breathing.

Gu Fanxing could clearly feel the warmth of his palm and his gradually approaching breath.

Just as their noses touched, she suddenly pointed to the sky and shouted, "Aurora!"

Pei Luonan stood up helplessly, ruffled her hair, and said with an imperceptible doting tone: "Little drunkard, it's time to go back to the tent."

On the way back to the campsite, the drowsy Gu Fanxing suddenly grabbed Pei Luonan's wrist and buried her face in his palm: "Pei Luonan, why are your hands so warm..." Her eyelashes brushed against his palm, tickling his heart like a feather.

"Because I want to warm your feet." Pei Luonan whispered, but saw a satisfied smile on her lips.

Inside the car, the ambiguous atmosphere between the two of them was slowly fermenting with their warm breaths, more intoxicating than any Icelandic wine.

When we returned to the tent, Gu Fanxing was sleeping with chocolate still on the corner of his mouth.

Pei Luonan wiped the corner of her mouth, but stopped when he touched her lips.

He looked at the tiny spots of light on her face and suddenly felt that the most precious memories of this food trip had already been carefully stored in his heart.