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Chapter 887 The Buddha Jumps Over The Wall

A few days later, the spring flowers are blooming, the spring is warm, the weather is getting better day by day, and the study is getting more intense day by day.

Tang Yuanyuan suffered a lot from it, Ye Qingqing didn't feel that much when she stayed at home, every day when she came home after school, Tang Yuanyuan would complain.

"You have a lucky day today. My father's stewed Buddha jumps over the wall. Let me tell you, I accidentally spilled a little on the road just now, ouch... I followed a dozen dogs along the way..."

Since finding her father, Tang Yuanyuan's temperament has become much more lively, and her conversation has become more humorous. Ye Qingqing's exaggerated appearance made Ye Qingqing very happy.

"Aren't you afraid of dogs the most? Why aren't you afraid?" Ye Qingqing teased her.

Tang Yuanyuan blushed, and said coyly: "Tiedan is here, those dogs saw him, just like a mouse seeing a cat, they all ran away with their tails between their legs..."

"Oh……"

Ye Qingqing intentionally elongated her tone, appearing to be particularly meaningful, and Tang Yuanyuan's face turned even redder.

She poured out the soup, the rich aroma quickly permeated the whole room, and Ye Qingqing's mind was completely taken away by the soup.

No wonder it is said that Buddha Tiaoqiang is the emperor of soup, and when Buddha Tiaoqiang comes out, Wan Tang retreats.

Not to mention the taste, just this fragrance can be the number one!

And it’s still Papa Tang’s handicraft, so it’s no wonder that Tangyuanyuan is always on the mind!

"Drink it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold!"

Tang Yuanyuan held the soup bowl in front of Ye Qing, and looked at her eagerly, Ye Qingqing's stomach was already raging, so she picked up the bowl and took a sip...

Time stopped and the air was stagnant. After a long time, Ye Qingqing came back to her senses, swallowed the soup in her mouth, and sighed softly.

"How is it? Is it delicious?"

Tang Yuanyuan couldn't wait to ask, eager to hear her friends' compliments on her father's cooking skills.

"This soup should only be found in the sky, how many times can you smell it in the world!"

Ye Qingqing suddenly thought of this line of the poem and changed a word, thinking that it really fit Papa Tang's Buddha jumping over the wall.

After drinking this bowl of soup, the other soups are as bland as plain water, and I'm afraid I won't be able to drink it anymore.

Tang Yuanyuan smiled happily, her eyes became a line of laughter, "If you want to drink it in the future, you can go to my father to drink it, he stew it every day!"

Papa Tang's Buddha Tiaoqiang is becoming more and more famous in Pingjiang. Many high-ranking officials and dignitaries order this soup by name. Papa Tang simply sent two apprentices to stew Buddha Tiaoqiang.

The raw materials and heat are controlled by the soup father. It must be simmered for 10 hours, so that the soup can be of high quality and taste, which makes people linger.

"It's so fragrant...Old Mo, what good things are you doing..."

He Weishao's exaggerated voice and hurried footsteps came from the yard. It seemed that this guy couldn't bear the temptation of the scent and ran in.

Following He Weishao came in, and Meng Huishan who had just returned to HK. This girl stayed at home for only two days, and then ran out again after her grandfather was so angry.

"Buddha jumped over the wall, do you still have Yuanyuan?" Ye Qingqing asked with a smile.

Tang Yuanyuan nodded vigorously, "There are some, but not many."

"Let's have a bowl of soup first to relieve my cravings. Is this soup the recently famous Tang's Buddha jumping over the wall?"

He Weishao was impatient, poured a bowl of soup by himself, gurgled, drank half of the bowl, and was stunned.

"Mother Xipi... how come there is such a delicious soup, let me have another bowl!"

After a while, He Weishao said with emotion, and wanted to pour the soup again, but it was in vain.

The rest of the soup was taken over by Meng Huishan. Regardless of her appearance, the girl held the thermos and scooped up the soup with a big spoon.

(End of this chapter)