A mouthful of fried rice at a sky-high price, Old Tang apprenticed on the spot

Chapter 47 Is this tofu soup rotten?
Hearing that Wang Shacong wanted to drink the pot of rancid soup, the eyeballs of the net red beauty almost popped out.

"You want this soup?"

"Yup!"

Wang Sicong gave her a puzzled look: "A bowl for you too?"

"No no no! I won't drink!"

The internet celebrity beauty waved her hands again and again.

"Then just a bowl, how much?"

Wang Sicong picked up his mobile phone, ready to scan the money.

Li Yi shook his head: "Sorry, this soup is not for sale."

"Ok?"

Wang Sicong frowned: "What is not for sale?"

"I ordered this soup for someone else."

Li Yi poured out the remaining soup in the pot and explained.

"Why did you order it for someone else?"

Wang Sicong looked at his unhurried movements and was a little skeptical: "It was like this last time. Do you have a problem with me? Don't you want to sell it to me?"

Hearing this, Li Yi shook his head helplessly before explaining: "When this little girl came last time, I promised to make this soup for her. If you want to eat it, you can come tomorrow, and I can save a portion for you. .”

Wang Sicong heard the words, thought for a while, and was about to put away the phone, but suddenly smelled the smell of the pot.

Guck!

He swallowed.

Swallowing this mouthful of saliva surprised even himself.

As the son of the richest man, the second generation of the richest man in the country, what hasn't he eaten?

He is tired of eating delicacies from mountains and seas, birds and animals.

But such an unattractive pot of soup made his long-lost mouth water, and he had the idea of ​​​​greedy.

This is so weird!

He couldn't help but took another deep breath, carefully discerning.

Why does this pot of soup have a peculiar aroma?
After hesitating for a while, he asked Li Yi, "I want to eat it right now, can you sell it to me? I can add more money, just ask for the price."

"It's not about money."

Li Yi glanced at Guoguo: "I specially made this soup for other people. I specialize in soup, so I can't sell it to you."

"Specialized soup?"

Wang Sicong was stunned: "There is such a saying?"

Only then did he notice the three of Mr. Huang beside him: "Are you here again?"

"Yup!"

Mr. Huang said with a smile: "We came too late, and we didn't eat meat tofu. The boss specially made this soup for my daughter, saying it can cure her anorexia."

Hearing what he said, Wang Sicong was a little embarrassed.

"Sorry! I didn't know it was for your daughter."

He apologized, and then asked curiously: "Is it useful? I don't have much appetite recently."

"I don't know, Guoguo hasn't drunk it yet!"

Mr. Huang touched Guoguo's head, then looked at the soup in front of Li Yi, wondering for a moment whether he should let Guoguo drink this bowl of soup.

The young woman at the side heard Wang Sicong's words, and suddenly said, "You don't have any appetite? That's just right, you can drink this bowl first! We are not in a hurry."

"No, I'll come back tomorrow."

How could Wang Shicong, a big man, grab soup with a little girl?
"It's okay, isn't there another bowl?"

The young woman pointed to the second bowl that Li Yisheng brought out: "Guoguo is small, just drink this bowl with less."

"This…"

Wang Sicong hesitated.

He wanted to refuse, but smelling the special aroma wafting from the bowl, the words that came out of his mouth became: "Is this not good?"

"You're welcome, we're all friends!"

As the young woman spoke, she asked Li Yi, "Boss, for this bowl of soup, let's tear the green onion first, okay?"

Li Yi knew that she was still not at ease with the soup, so he wanted Guoguo to drink less.

After explaining for a long time, Li Yi didn't bother to waste any more words.

"random."

He spread his hands.

This bowl of soup was originally made for them, and it is up to them whether to make a difference or not.

He made this bowl of soup purely because Mr. Huang was the first customer to support his business, and he didn't want to see a pretty little girl with stomach problems at a young age.

After Li Yi agreed, the young woman stepped forward and brought the first bowl of soup out, and placed it in front of Wang Sicong.

Smelling the tangy aroma, Wang Shacong couldn't help swallowing.

With delicious food close at hand, he couldn't care less about being reserved.

"Thank you!"

He thanked him, took the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of soup, and took a sip.

"Eh?"

He was a little surprised.

The soup base of this bowl of soup looks like broth!
He has also drank a lot of broth, but it was the first time he had a broth that was as delicious and balanced as this bowl of soup.

No wonder he drools when he smells this soup, there really is something in it.

What he didn't know was that the soup base of this bowl of soup was made by Li Yi from the broth left over from making meat bean curd. The ingredients used were unusual, and the taste was naturally even better.

Seeing that he really drank the pearl, emerald and white jade soup, the audience around them came over curiously for a moment, stretched their necks to look at him, and murmured in amazement.

And the internet celebrity beauty was stunned when she saw that Wang Shacong really drank the bowl of soup that smelled so bad.

She wondered if there was really something wrong with her sense of smell.

But after hearing the whispers from the audience behind her, she was sure that it wasn't her who had the problem, but Wang Sicong!
"Oh my god! Did he really drink it?"

"Can't he smell it? I feel it stinks here, why does he still drink so well?"

"Is it true that rich people have such unique tastes? Like to drink bad soup?"

"He still eats the tofu in it! My God!"

Listening to the exclamation, the net red beauty watched in amazement as Wang Saicong scooped up tofu cubes from the bowl one spoonful after another.

Doesn't Wang Shicong dislike tofu?
Why did he drink this bowl of tofu soup so happily?
Wang Shicong didn't know why he suddenly liked tofu.

After he tasted a piece of tofu in this soup, he was surprised to find that this tofu was the source of that peculiar aroma!

After tasting the first piece, he was out of control.

He just wants to eat all the tofu in his stomach now.

Seeing him eating deliciously, Guoguo couldn't bear it anymore.

"Mom, I want to eat too."

After she said something to the young woman, she ran to Li Yi's stall by herself, picked up the soup bowl half full, bowed her head and took a big gulp.

"Eh!"

The young woman didn't have time to stop her, so she could only watch Guoguo take a big mouthful of soup.

Under the astonished eyes of the young woman, Guoguo licked her lips, still feeling a little unfulfilled, then lowered her head and took a big sip, then squinted her eyes and smiled at Li Yi: "It's delicious! Haha!"

The young woman felt that her brain was about to shut down, so she couldn't help but ask Li Yi: "Why does she find it fragrant? Can she really not smell it?"

"It's a spontaneous response of the body."

Li Yi explained casually: "Do you remember the example I just gave of the dog looking for herbs to eat by itself? Humans also have this ability.

Whatever your body lacks, you will want to eat very much.

When you are hungry and your body lacks energy reserves, it will crave carbohydrates and fats.

When you are thirsty, your body will send you a thirst signal. When you drink water at this time, you will feel particularly sweet.

When your body is deficient in vitamin C, it will especially crave fruits, especially sour fruits.

This is the body's spontaneous response.

Guoguo's anorexia is due to the disordered intestinal flora, so she will have a craving for this kind of slightly fermented food.

Because this kind of food is the most beneficial to the growth of intestinal flora after entering the intestinal tract.

Therefore, under the action of the body's spontaneous reaction, she will not feel that the tofu smells bad, but will feel that it is very fragrant and has a special aroma. "

Seeing that Guoguo was drinking sweetly, the young woman nodded half-understanding, and muttered to herself: "Unexpectedly, I took Guoguo to treat her for a while, and the last thing that cured her anorexia was a bowl of rotten tofu soup..."

"puff!"

Wang Saicong on the side spat out a mouthful of bean curd residue.

"Ah? What did you say?"

He looked at the young woman in bewilderment, and then at Li Yi: "Is this tofu soup rotten?"

(End of this chapter)