The food is a bit cute

Chapter 53

Gollum, gollum.

There were countless people at the scene, staring at the chef who was eating noodles, swallowing at the same time, their throats were extremely thirsty.

The sound of swallowing soup was extremely moving.

This bowl of seemingly bland soup seems to have magical powers.

They understood when they saw the sudden glow in Chef's eyes.They are very curious about what kind of taste it is, which is full of unlimited imagination.

Because of emptiness, there are infinite possibilities and all-encompassing.

Regardless of martial arts, cooking, or doing anything else.

Chinese culture always pays attention to one——

Avenue to Jane.

But behind Jane, there are often years of complexity.

At this moment, only the chef himself knows how wonderful this bowl of soul-relief noodles is.

The clear and light soup is the best.

All the aromas are hidden deep in every drop of warm soup. The moment you enter the mouth, the aroma explodes and disperses instantly, rushing into the nasal cavity, throat, and penetrating from the top of the head to the soles of the feet.He seemed to see the hot and churning casserole chicken in front of him. He smelled the smell. In the pot, the shiny chicken skin was stewed until it was rotten. When the chopsticks poked it lightly, it was torn apart, and the slippery fat stuck to the white tender skin. on the chicken.

The bamboo shoots, shiitake mushrooms, and goji berries soaked in the chicken soup absorb the chicken soup continuously to nourish themselves, and at the same time release their own aroma. The fragrance is pleasant and neutralizes the richness of the chicken soup.

Then came another layer of taste.

The wonder of this soup lies in the wave after wave of different umami.All kinds of subtle taste molecules are rolling over his tongue like a hurricane, he must firmly close his mouth, press them, 360 degrees without dead ends to feel the peak of deliciousness, the numb and trembling deliciousness——

The salty and fresh taste of scallops comes out, which belongs to the taste of rivers, lakes and seas. It is overbearing, pure, and primitive, and it interprets the perfect combination of salty and fresh.Although its body no longer exists, he can still feel the soft and resilient flesh.

It is even conceivable that when they were first picked up, they looked like they were dripping with water and covered with mud, and there were still small living things hidden inside.Open the shell, and you can see the juicy, shiny and plump flesh. You can dip some sesame oil and vinegar, and swallow it in one gulp. The entrance is cold and not slippery.It can also be fried for a while, boiled in clear water, scooped up, served with some warm rice wine, and swallowed with two chopsticks.

"This..." The reporter couldn't help but want to interview him about his feelings at the moment.

The chef ignored him, and had already entered the stunned jpg mode, immersed in his delicious world.

The surging waves from behind receded in an instant.

What followed was the fragrance of rice and the sound of frogs.

Sensitive people may be able to detect the different emotional changes on the chef's body three times before and after.

The previous two times were quite exciting, but this time, it suddenly calmed down a lot, but it was only compared to the previous two times.

After experiencing the extreme freshness and sweetness of chicken soup, the pure overbearing saltiness of scallops, and finally, the aroma of home-cooked elbow meat, pork appears more frequently on every table than chicken, mutton and seafood.

Because it is a familiar and common delicacy, it looks more gentle and down-to-earth.

Compared with the taste, what Nie Shuang reproduced is more about the feeling.When have we eaten a dish or listened to a song, and after many years, we suddenly taste it again, and we can immediately recall the scene and emotion of the day. Once the memories of the past are linked to some things, it makes people feel relieved and moved. .What I didn't understand in the past, I understand now.

They also teach people to be enlightened.

Everyone should have the fondest or saddest memories about pork.

Maybe something else.

Chef Liu has had the best bowl of braised pork ever.

The braised pork stewed in a large pot, fat and lean, thin and fat, fried into a beautiful brown-red, shiny, randomly stacked in yellow enamel pots, piled up into a high hill, each piece of meat The hot aroma is exuded from the hole, it has an unparalleled freshness and sweetness, and a rich meaty aroma.The taste is indescribable, but everyone knows that when you smell it, your mouth will water.

Bite a piece and your mouth will be full of oil.

how to describe...

In short, you all know that you love meat.

Braised pork, nothing needs to be served.

A bowl of white rice is enough.

As long as I ate such a meal tonight.

You can just pat your stomach, spend the night properly, and wake up tomorrow morning, still in a good mood.

Braised pork and white rice.

A simple delicacy that makes you cry with happiness.

Ah hello!Chef Liu really cried!

"One...a crystal tear suddenly fell from the corner of Chef Liu's right eye. This kind of artistic single-eyed tearing skill is really rare. I don't know what kind of mood this bowl of soul-relief noodles touched him, too, It's so shocking, I can't wait to taste it—" Sure enough, the last sentence is the focus of the reporter.

The others were stunned.

"Why are you crying while eating! I don't understand!"

"Isn't it just a sip of plain water!"

"There is a man here from the director who drank boiled water and cried, come and find him to act!"

"...I feel like this brother is drinking soup with emotion."

"Because he drank chicken soup."

Little friend: What you said seems to make sense!No, when will Sister Shuang be able to stew chicken soup?The concentration of this chicken soup is too high, I'm crying!
Mian: Love me, are you afraid =. =
"Here, chef, can I interview you about how you feel at the moment?" The reporter brother silently passed the microphone over.

Chef Liu looked up to the sky and sighed, and clenched his fists: "I feel the call of the God of Braised Pork!"

Reporter brother:? ? ?When did you steal the braised pork? We don’t share a bite...

However, before the little brother could ask the next question, Chef Liu waved his hand and dismissed his microphone: "You and other mortals will not understand, I haven't eaten my noodles yet, don't make noise!"

Reporter brother: ...you have to wait until the year of the monkey to get high after you finish eating, bastard!
Though I thought so, the reporter obediently took back the microphone, and waited for Chef Liu to taste the noodles before conducting a comprehensive and detailed interview. Of course—before that, he had to eat a bowl of noodles immediately Let's talk about the soul.

It looks really delicious.

Gollum.

Among the three judges, only He Chu nodded slightly, and he already had some evaluation in his heart.Judging from Chef Liu's reaction, he is basically sure where the general idea of ​​this bowl of Zhenhun Noodles came from.

But even so, it's scary enough.

What Chef He didn't know was that Nie Shuang's bowl of soul-soothing noodles was even worse than the prototype.

The noodles are round and thin like Yangchun noodles, not the flat ones.

The soup has given Chef Liu a great surprise, which almost makes him think that this is the pinnacle of taste he has ever tasted.But this is just soup, although he thinks that this little girl can win without having to do anything with this soup alone.

Truly something out of nothing, all inclusive in simplicity.

This realm...

Let foreigners also take a good look at our magic.

Crooked Nuts: You are magically not human anymore, you bastards.

Chef Liu could no longer imagine what the noodles would taste like. The taste of this bowl of Zhenhun noodles had already surpassed his cognition. He had no idea what kind of perfect noodles could match such an excellent soup.

If there is, it is true consummation.

If it is not good enough, it becomes a failure, sorry.

Anyway, this bowl of soup is enough to become a legend.

Chef Liu wanted to return to his thoughts, the hands holding the chopsticks were already eager to try, and they were neatly stacked in the soup bowl, clean and pale yellow, the noodles were messed up by Chef Liu's chopsticks.Because the soup was clear, he could clearly see the appearance of the smooth noodles floating in the soup, soft, sinuous, artistic and delicious.

Picking up with a chopstick, the noodles were scooped up no more, no less, and the soup flowed back into the bowl along the straightened noodles.Looking at this scene from a distance, it looks like rows of neat white jade curtains, delicate yellow and white, hanging out of thin air, it is too beautiful to behold, and the white mist rises from the bowl, adding a bit of immortality.

Simple and beautiful.

Chef Liu couldn't wait to feed the noodles into his mouth, holding the noodles with chopsticks and stuffing them into his mouth.

He tasted the sweetness.

The firm and smooth noodles bend and bounce in his mouth, and every moment when a small fold breaks, he can feel the pure fragrance of grains emanating from his face continuously. The blowing of the wheat waves, the warm sun exposure, and the pattering of the rain, form every grain of wheat.

What it tastes is not only the noodles, but the natural taste.

The happiness of eating noodles is actually similar to that of eating rice and big white steamed buns. They only need a simple sauce, add some chopped pepper vinegar to the noodles, mix some soy sauce with the rice, and the big white steamed buns with crispy green onions can become Incomparably delicious, let people munch down.

Just like soup, noodles also have layers.

After the fragrance of the grains, Chef Liu tasted this bowl of Zhenhun Noodles, the last heavy, shocking taste.

Perhaps, this is its true meaning.

The so-called sedation.

Have you ever eaten spring bamboo shoots?Pull away the layers of dirty bamboo shoots, the inside is clear and clean, and it is slippery when you touch it with your hands.The knife is up and down, cut into slices, white, tender and crisp, and fried with oil, it will be very fragrant, click, click, what you eat is the taste of spring sunshine and rain.

There are also green boiled cabbage, boiled lettuce, tsk tsk, the color, the green space, is like a freshly squeezed dark green gouache paint, shiny, and the green shoots that just grew in spring are not sharp. Poor, still covered with dew.These small vegetables that can pinch out water from the tender green ground are splashed with boiling water, placed on a white plate, picked up with hands, poured with sesame oil, and sprinkled with minced garlic.Dip some oyster sauce when eating, so beautiful——

What Chef Liu eats is exactly the tranquil taste of these natural origins.

Spring bamboo shoots, small green vegetables, even freshly picked tomatoes, scallions, green peppers and red peppers, even lamb in clear soup, white-cut chicken, their initial, simple and original taste.Perhaps these tastes are not the same, but what remains the same is people's experience of this kind of purity.

Any dish, no matter how it is made.

All derived from the original ingredients.

Occasionally, you will feel that nature is really amazing, creating so many wonderful foods.

They grow silently and disappear.

Day after day, year after year, it has accompanied human beings through an incomparably long time.

At that moment, I will be sincerely grateful for the gift that nature has given to human beings, for the life, death, prosperity and decline of all things, and the eternal cycle.

An ancient bell has been struck for thousands of years.

What is longer than it is the ingredients that have been grown on this land for generations.

When Chef Liu woke up, it was as if he had had a long dream. He dreamed that he had traveled far, far away and saw many things. When he woke up in an instant, he found that he had not gone anywhere.

There was only an empty bowl in front of him, and a crowd of people staring at him in darkness.

The atmosphere froze for an instant.

Chef Liu had no choice but to stare at them, because he didn't know what to say, and his spirit hadn't returned to his place yet.

No one speaks.

In the end, it was the reporter brother who broke the silence and rounded up the field: "Chef Liu, you have finished this bowl of noodles, can you tell us what you think about this bowl of noodles?"

Chef Liu's eyes were out of focus, his mind was absent, and his lips pursed a few times: "I want to be quiet."

Reporter Brother: Huh?
Forget it, it seems to be a simple question, everyone is waiting for Amway, the first person to eat crabs: "Hey, do you think this noodle is delicious?"

Chef Liu: "...What did you say, delicious? You can't insult it with delicious food!"

The reporter brother cried in fright: what did he say?Didn't he just say something delicious? It's frightening to be so angry all of a sudden!How is it insulting to be delicious?Have you ever thought about the feeling of other delicious dishes? !

"Hehehe, it seems that Chef Liu thinks this bowl of noodles is very good...cough, it can no longer be described as delicious." The reporter brother reluctantly gave everyone an explanation.

While everyone was relieved, they also had greater doubts. Is this bowl of soul-resisting noodles with clear soup and little water really so delicious?It doesn't look like it, but just now Chef Liu told them with a high expression on the whole process - this noodle is so delicious!
"How about, try it! I believe Sister Shuang will never cook unpalatable dishes."

"Unless she does it on purpose."

"No, I believe that the dark dishes she cooks will be delicious in the world."

"You really have secret self-confidence..."

Everyone complained like this, but the body is more honest than the mouth, and the action of taking the bowls one by one is very fast, and all the soul-relief noodles on the four sides of the booth are emptied in an instant.

Even the three judges each took a bowl.

All kinds of sounds of drinking soup and eating noodles were heard at the scene. The fact is that most people can't stop after taking the first bite.

They finally understood why Chef Liu looked like that just now.

This, this is noodle, this is simply the spiritual food of art level.

One leaf, one bodhi.

One side, one world.

This... this girl is already amazing!
The three judges were even more shocked, including Chef He. They never imagined that so many things could be included in such a bowl of noodles and substituted into it.The two foreign judges were astonished and felt fear at the same time, Tianchao is really scary bastard!How old is this little girl? Is she an adult?Oh!This oriental doll looks so petite, is the doll of the Celestial Dynasty already so powerful, it's too scary!

Your Great Heavenly Dynasty is going to heaven!

The judges were quite reserved, they just ignored the activities in their brains, and they ate a few sips of wine and cried.

"In my lifetime, I can actually eat such a bowl of astonishing noodles, and I will die without regret!"

"I finally understand what the uncle said just now. It's delicious, and it's not enough to describe this bowl of noodles."

"Oh my god, I actually think that a bowl of noodles has more correct values ​​than me!"

"Brother, me too! After drinking this soup, I almost feel that I have sublimated and want to fight for Chinese food!" The man silently clenched his fists.

"I... I saw an angel."

"Nonsense, isn't your family's confession to Guan Gongye!"

"When I saw the Bodhisattva, I was about to cry!"

"I... I saw it too..."

"What, what did you see?"

"seen……"

"You should tell me when you saw it! Don't keep quiet for a long time, you are so anxious, you know!"

The little friend stared devoutly ahead, held back for a while, and finally said:
"I met the Little Demon Fairy Balala!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)