Eternal food paradise

"Hello!"

Shaoan woke up from his hazy state when someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Yan Xian frowned and stared at Shao An's sweaty face: "You look like you have had a nightmare."

Nightmare?

Shaoan's breath was suffocated, and he thought of the scene where the tentacle spraying ocean juice penetrated his throat before breaking free from the illusion, and his face suddenly turned ugly.

Moreover, the slippery mass in his stomach that was constantly emitting heat told him that all this seemed not to be an illusion!

"Ugh--" His mouth opened wide, and his fingers were about to dig at it.

At this time.

Shaoan's body trembled again.

The feeling that there was something alive in his stomach disappeared in an instant. The thing melted deep in his stomach, and the heat began to spread from the stomach to other organs. Then the esophagus and intestines were all warm. One afternoon, he slept on a recliner. The gentle warmth of being exposed to direct sunlight.

In an instant, the mouth was moistened and warmed by the heat flowing back from the depths of the body.

Smell, taste, hearing...

These senses seem to be baptized and become sharp.

"...What a magical umami! What a magical dish!" Shaoan commented subconsciously, sniffing and scooping up another spoonful of gluten soup.

This time Shaoan was not in a hurry to eat, and carefully looked at the soup on the spoon.

Especially the strip of white gluten cooked until puffy.

In the hot mist, the "gluten" I saw in my field of vision gradually overlapped with the tentacles that sprayed ocean juice in my mind.

really!

Shaoan marveled inwardly.

In fact, the chef's thoughts on food are similar to those of poets and painters. There must always be something to place the image on. In other words, what he sees and hears when tasting cannot be baseless imagination, no matter how unconstrained it is. Based on the material.

It was just the first time for Shaoan to see those disgusting tentacles given to "gluten".

If Xia Yan heard Shao An's inner analysis, he would definitely stare, yell, and have a question mark on his forehead.

Gluten and tentacles, wrong answer!

The truth is, the only ingredient used to cook the seafood soup base...

‘Endlessly delicious squid feet’, this is the truth.

"Huh, not bad, not bad, a case of successfully using weird ingredients!" Xia Yan's lips curled up.

When he opened the treasure chest at the door of Juxia downstairs and found a small piece of squid leg, he thought it was a trick of the system, so he returned to the shop and tried to cook a pot of soup. Yan Xian happened to meet him that day and ate it. Xia Yan knew he had found a treasure when he made a simple dish of seafood soup and handmade noodles and commented that the ingredients for the soup stock were incredible.

Xia Yan felt good about herself.

But from Chen Zhiyuan's perspective as a player, something is a little strange inside.

Especially in the video footage, every time Shaoan takes a sip of hot soup, his body trembles and his reaction is strong.

It's okay to be wet and naked.

This character, who is regarded as the mini-boss of the Shu chapter, has a flushed face.

His expression was a mixture of pain, fear and enjoyment.

Anyway, it is a living interpretation of what it means to gradually shake your pussy and be a successfully trained eater.

"clang!"

The sound of a spoon falling into an empty bowl.

Shaoan finished the bowl of gluten soup and let out a long breath.

"How about it? Do you want more?"

It was the voice coming from the bar. Shao An raised his head and his eyes fell on the face of the young chef inside, with unexplained weirdness and complexity written in his eyes.

"Oh, it turns out you only want one bowl." Xia Yan was about to look at another guest when Shao An suddenly said, "Be sure...please give me a second bowl!"

Xia Yan smiled.

"Before serving the second bowl of gluten soup, I would like to hear your true evaluation of my 'mediocre' cooking." He said calmly.

Shaoan naturally knew that this was a weak spear thrown.

Saying it tastes good or I was wrong is equivalent to slapping yourself in the face.

But!

A pot of white soup was placed on the bar in front of him, and he had just drank a bowl before. His stomach was warm and his appetite was fully opened. Shaoan found that his hunger and thirst had never been so strong, and he was eager to get food. The satisfaction of cooking!

He really wants to eat it!

"Very, very distinctive..."

Shaoan almost gritted his teeth and said: "Sorry, it shouldn't be an ordinary attribute! I can take back this evaluation first!"

Oh, he still has a tough mouth.

However, Xia Yan still served him another bowl and said secretly: "After this second bowl, I don't believe you won't completely change your mind!"

Another voice said helplessly at this moment:

"Hey, why are you patronizing other people? You have completely left me, a loyal old customer, aside."

Yan Xian patted the table to express his dissatisfaction.

"Don't worry, I'll give you a full bowl, so go ahead and eat with your appetite!"

Compared to Shao'an, Yan Xian's taste seemed much calmer.

Perhaps because I had already eaten another seafood soup with handmade noodles, I was a little wary of the broth base for cooking this bowl of gluten soup. I drank a few spoonfuls of it carefully, and Yan Xian said with approval in his eyes. :

"This is what a special chef should do."

"The recipe, the method, whether it is simple or not, whether it is suitable for common people, or whether it is the main dish of a banquet, or even a palace dish... none of these actually matter!"

Yan Xian's heart was not as calm as his tone.

I give it a "special" rating, but in my heart, I always feel some incomprehensible sense of violation.

Strange.

Isn’t it natural for a special chef to make special dishes? Where does the sense of dissonance come from?

There is no problem with the luminous aspect. As for the general framework of his own "Yulong Gluten" recipe, Yan Xian is also a little difficult to judge. The first point is the shadow and trace of imitation, which is not complete enough and lacks very important technical content. That is the skill called cooking skills.

From Yan Xian's point of view, it seemed that the recipe had to be personalized and improved, and had to be erased. Of course, the king would not have guessed that the truth was that Xia Yan's [Super Vision] was just an experience card.

The second point is that the style of the recipes has also changed drastically, from free and easy to an indescribable gourmet fantasy.

In fact, in Yan Xian's opinion, there is nothing mysterious that cannot be explained about the bottleneck between special chefs and ordinary chefs that hinders countless people.

It’s nothing more than increasing the concentration of ‘traits’.

And, put the ‘world’ that you want to express and express on your dinner plate.

Yan Xian experienced a very real world from Xia Yan's gluten soup. If he hadn't experienced many battles and was one of the giants in the dark cooking world, his taste reaction would not be much different from Shao An's.

Glancing at Shao An beside him, who sometimes smiled with enjoyment and sometimes sweated with fear, Yan Xian was silent for a moment.

"Huh!"

Suddenly, an unlikely thought flashed through his mind.

"Is there a problem with the structure of the recipe? Only the 'characteristics' meet the special standard?" Yan Xian himself smiled and shook his head, denying this idea.

impossible!