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Chapter 12 Spices and Carp Soup (End)

A pot of soup.

The whole crucian carp is intact, slightly bent in the casserole, as if maintaining a posture of jumping out of the water, and the scallions floating beside it are rippling reeds.

In terms of presentation alone, it is already remarkable that crucian carp soup can become like this.

However, doubts returned to Ye Shanliang's mind again.

In his opinion, Luo Zhen's cuisine is too ordinary, even a little bland, except for the surprise when it was revealed at the beginning.

Can it really stand up to autumn mackerel sashimi?

What's the matter with this feeling that I can't even pass a move...

Ye Shanliang was thinking about these things, but Luo Zhen had already acted.

He put the small white bowls of soup on the table, filled each bowl with a spoon, and motioned for everyone to taste it.

"Try it~" he said, "the essence is already in the soup."

Everyone picked up their soup bowls one after another.

Ye Shanliang lowered his head, sniffed his nose as usual, and immediately smelled a faint sweet smell.

Amomum, dill, smilax, chili, pepper...

Where does the sweetness come from?

For the first time, Ye Shanliang actually shook his nose, but quickly shook his head——

For "God's Nose", the sense of smell is more credible than sight.

He submerged himself, sniffed it again, and finally showed an expression of enlightenment: "Minghe!"

Myoga is a kind of ginger specially produced by Neon. Compared with ordinary ginger, it has a more delicate taste, without the spicy taste of ginger and slightly sweet.

It is only abundant in summer and autumn, and autumn myoga happens to germinate in September, and its volume is very large.

This is because in summer, when the temperature is hot, Myoga stores nutrients in its roots, so in autumn, its roots become thicker and contain a lot of nutrients, and the sweetness is heavier.

Luo Zhen nodded: "That's right, the ginger I planted just now is Minghe."

Sure enough.

Ye Shanliang was a little proud, but he was puzzled about the reason for doing so.

It's a pity that this problem cannot be solved with the nose, but can only be tasted with the tongue.

He scooped up a full spoonful with a porcelain spoon, blew it cool and drank it in one gulp.

Others have taken the same action.

The temperature of the fish soup was still relatively hot, irritating his tongue, causing Chitanda to "hiss..." and let out a slight moan.

Then, she found that the bowl was empty.

Completely without knowing it, all the soup fell into the stomach, and the head was blank.

Erina on the other side was even more surprised, because she was too sensitive, whenever "God's Tongue" tasted food, she would always see pictures that others could not see.

This is the so-called "synaesthesia", that is, the mutual influence between the five senses.

However, there was no picture of this bowl of crucian carp soup.

There is only one reason that can be explained-

reconcile.

Compared with the allspice used by Ye Shanliang, Luo Zhen's mixed spices seemed to pass silently, quietly stimulating the appetite.

Erina was stunned for a few seconds, then scooped up a spoonful of fish soup and drank it.

Continue to be dumbfounded.

Luo Zhen wanted to laugh at the sidelines, and couldn't help reminding: "Eri, stop using your supernatural powers, and just treat yourself as an ordinary chef."

Erina stared fiercely: "That's not a supernatural power."

"Yes Yes Yes……"

"Dissatisfied?"

"Submit, of course."

"Humph--"

Erina is arrogant on the surface, but in fact she feels upright in her mouth.

She closed her eyes and tasted like a diner.

The thickness of amomum, the freshness of dill, the stimulation of pepper, the spiciness of sarsaparilla, the pungentness of pepper...

It's all mixed together and woven into a beautiful concerto.

And what makes them "soundless at this time is better than sound" is the slightly sweetness of Minghe, which completely blends and controls the more mellow spices.

Now, the taste buds are finally normal.

Except for competing with high-ranking chefs, "God's Tongue" has never encountered such an embarrassing scene.

"You have completely surpassed me." Erina whispered.

"Eri..." Luo Zhen scratched his head.

"Before the on-the-spot internship, my grandfather once went to one or two times and tasted your cuisine. When he described it to me, he used words like 'proficient fire'. I didn't believe it at the time. It's really ridiculous."

"Actually, if it wasn't for my unfamiliarity with neon's ingredients, I wouldn't have lost a match with you in the past."

"..."

"..."

Give the old lady the claws of the Iron Brave Train Man!

Erina thought viciously, and wanted to fill another bowl of fish soup, but found that the casserole was empty.

It's Ye Shan's good deed.

When he took the first sip just now, his throat moved with difficulty, and he just tasted it lightly, and then the confidence in his eyes collapsed instantly.

Can't taste the spice, but I just want to eat it!

This guy simply ignored the spoon, pointed his lips to the rim of the bowl, raised his neck, and poured it down with a "gulu gulu".

According to this way of drinking, within two minutes, a pot of soup will be gone.

Stomach is warm.

While drinking the fresh fish soup, it seemed to be tightly wrapped by the warm sun of early autumn, which made Ye Shanliang want to take off his uniform jacket.

However, when he reached for his sleeves, he realized that he was wearing a summer school uniform.

"Is it good to drink?" Luo Zhen asked.

"Hmm..." Ye Shanliang nodded, "I want to take off my clothes and go swimming."

"Isn't India known as the 'South Asian Subcontinent', you can swim?"

"..."

"..."

There was a long silence.

Ye Shanliang wanted to catch Luo Zhen and beat him up, but he forcibly held back.

He took a deep breath and said, "There is a holy river in India... Hey... What the hell is that look of disgust on your face?"

Play for fun, make trouble for trouble, don't make fun of other people's beliefs.

Although thinking about the various rumors about the Ganges River would affect his appetite while eating, Luo Zhen still resisted the desire to complain, waved his hand, and changed the subject: "I think the outcome of this competition has already been decided, right?"

Ye Shanliang suddenly became quiet.

In this pot of fish soup, he couldn't taste the "taste" of any spices. To be precise, it should be the dosage and structure of the spices, which was incomprehensible but perfectly integrated into the fish soup.

If you think about it carefully now, it seems that there is a fog that cannot be dispelled.

Moreover, looking at Erina's expression, "God's Tongue" should have the same impression.

Thinking of this, Ha Shanliang glanced at the table and found that there were still 90% of the autumn mackerel sashimi he made, and as his own chef, he didn't want to eat any more.

It can be seen how thoroughly I lost.

But in any case, the chef must know where to lose, so that he can improve.

With this in mind, he first put a piece of ice in his mouth, then picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of sashimi and put it into his mouth.

Very abrupt!

Ye Shanliang showed a tangled expression.

Erina couldn't help being curious, and followed suit, taking a bite of sashimi.

In an instant, she showed a painful look, pinched her nose, and finally swallowed the food with difficulty.

"There's nothing more to say," Erina said.

"Master Erina." Fei Shazi said, "This crucian carp soup reminds me of someone."