After the rebirth became popular in the entertainment circle, the scumbags regretted it

Chapter 580

Ming Dai scooped up a bowl of water shield vegetable soup first.

In fact, it is not the season of water shield.

But the vegetables used by He Mu are not the ones that can be bought in the market, but from his private farm. From the vegetables to the meat, they are all organic and pollution-free, and naturally they are cultivated regardless of season.

Correspondingly, the price is very high, and the taste is not as fresh as the real season.

But with He Mu's superb cooking skills making up for it, the difference in ordering dishes can basically be ignored. The boiled water shield soup is paired with shredded chicken and ham. It is delicious and clear, and the entrance is smooth, which is really appetizing.

After eating half a bowl of water shield soup, Mingdai not only didn't feel full, but was aroused by the delicious food, and stretched her chopsticks towards the steamed mandarin fish with great interest.

Well, the fish is so tender that it almost melts when you sip it, and there is only fresh fish in your mouth without any fishy smell.

After tasting carefully, turn to stretching the chopsticks to remove the lion's head.

The lion's head made of pork belly is stewed slowly in a casserole over low heat. The fat has been completely boiled and blended into the soup. The soup is clear and not muddy, while the pork is crispy, tender and mellow, with a lingering fragrance on the teeth and cheeks.

Mingdai accidentally ate half of the lion's head, which was the size of her fist, in one go. No matter how delicious it was, it would be a bit greasy.

Just right, you can try the crispy and refreshing Dinghu Shangsu.

This well-known traditional dish in Cantonese cuisine is a test of the chef's heat. It uses shiitake mushrooms, straw mushrooms, fungus and white fungus as raw materials.

Judging by Ming Dai's judgment, this Dinghu Shangsu is not inferior to those famous restaurants.

The next one is the Boshan Tofu Box, which is an exquisite dish that was served on a state banquet table.

It can be said that this dish is the most difficult among all the dishes today, and many master chefs dare not say that they can do this dish well.

But why, when Ming Dai tasted it, she only felt that it was crispy on the outside and fragrant on the inside, and the place where her teeth were bitten down, the taste was progressive, and she could hardly find anything wrong?
Thoughtful, Ming Dai paused her chopsticks for a while, picked up a piece of shredded apple slowly, and put it into her mouth, thinking while chewing, her expression seemed to be distracted.

He tightened his heart: his skills were indeed as bad as the ones he had tasted just now, even after this month of practice, it was still difficult to achieve earth-shaking changes.It seems that De Dai was disappointed.

...It's hard to imagine that He Mu, who can basically do everything perfectly, will one day be frustrated by his culinary talent and feel inferior.

"If you can't eat it..."

When Mingdai heard He Mu's inquiry, she immediately became terrified, covering the table full of sumptuous dishes with her hands:

"I can eat it! Of course I can eat it!"

"Isn't it delicious?"

He Mu expressed his incomprehension.

"Who says it's unpalatable?"

Ming Dai widened her eyes and said: Don't believe in rumors, don't spread rumors.

He Mu: "I see you are in a daze."

Ming Dai froze for a moment, and was about to defend herself: "I just..."

A little embarrassed when the words came to his lips, he wanted to find another reason to prevaricate.

But seeing the faint gloomy look between He Mu's brows——

what happened?He wouldn't think that his dish was a failure, would he?
No way!What kind of picky tongue can judge this dish as a failure... Ah, it's Kazuki's picky tongue, then it's okay.

Ming Dai's expression faded, thinking of He Mu criticizing his own cooking skills with his usual picky tongue of top chefs, he felt helpless and funny, really didn't know whether to praise He Mu for asking too much of himself, or to say that he was confident ?

Otherwise, why would he subconsciously compare his cooking skills that he has practiced for several months with those masters who have been in the kitchen for decades?

Seeing He Mu's slightly disappointed expression, Ming Dai said faintly:
"You'll make it look like I can't eat."

"Ok?"

He Mu was obviously puzzled.

"Because—" Ming Dai let out a long breath and leaned closer to him, "Do you think this dish is a failure? But, why do I think it is very delicious, super delicious, invincible delicious when I eat it?"

He Mu was hit head-on by Ming Dai's straightforward praise, and blossomed all over the world.

Raising eyebrows, first surprised.

Then slowly burst into a smile, that is joy.

Ming Dai, who originally wanted to hide it for a while, is no longer stingy with complimenting her boyfriend, and said sincerely and happily:
"So, I was distracted just now, because I wondered if I was too heavy on your filter. How could I even eat your dishes and feel that they are perfect and extremely delicious, and I can't find anything wrong?"

The joy on He Mu's face became more and more obvious.

In the past, he was a god sitting on the cloud, lowering his eyebrows and lowering his eyes, smiling lightly, but without any extra emotions, he was a noble person who did not belong to this world.

But now, he is the one who tore through the picture scroll and walked into the world of mortals. This square inch of smoke and fire made his bones, making him so vivid and vivid even with joy and happiness.

"Is it tasty?"

He wasn't even sure, and asked again and again.

Ming Dai also nodded vigorously, and gave him a thumbs up:
"Best I've ever had."

"Well, I think so too."

He Mu's thoughts changed instantly.

Then he picked up the chopsticks and tasted the delicious food with Ming Dai.

In the middle, Ming Dai asked He Mu why his cooking skills improved by leaps and bounds, and whether he practiced quietly halfway.

He Mu categorically denied that he would never say that during this month, whenever he missed her, he couldn't help but cook, so as to relieve the swelled emotions in his heart.

Including this table dish, if the taste combination is not harmonious, then why did He Mu choose this way?Of course it was because these few dishes were the ones he practiced most easily, so naturally he wanted to share them with Ming Dai as soon as possible.

This little secret, He Mu decided not to tell Ming Dai for the time being.

I only recalled the most unforgettable delicacies I had eaten in the first half of my life.

If you are free, take Ming Dai to visit the old place again, and share with her the taste that has become his fond memory.

After returning home, let him cook to study and restore this taste.

In the end, watching her surprise eat into her mouth, the two happily shared around the square-inch round table...

Such an ordinary and smoky day really comforts the hearts of ordinary people.

Just thinking about it, Jean and Twilight looked forward to the long life ahead.

and so.

Such a beautiful moment naturally cannot be disturbed by outsiders.

He Mu, who originally wanted to tell Ming Dai about Zhou Yunzhi's recent situation, temporarily dismisses this idea.

The meal for the two of them tonight, of course, didn't leave much for Xia Ling, but you and I finished it with one chopstick.

This also caused Mingdai's dinner to seriously exceed the calorie limit. In order to digest it, He Mu accompanied her for a walk in the community, walking around and around.

After returning home, the two sat on the sofa watching variety shows, killing time meaninglessly but happily.

Until the dead of night, He Mu did not stay overnight this time, but left alone.

But it doesn't matter, the dreams of the two of them tonight must be full of satisfaction and warmth.

(End of this chapter)