The Lord’s Little Cutie Is the Old Ancestor

She still remembers her husband saying that cooking this dish is actually very simple, but not easy. The simple thing is that as long as you are willing to settle down and just want to cook a good dish, you can make it.

But it is not easy for people to sink their hearts.

"Xiao Wei, is this..."

Xiao Wei nodded, "That's right mom!"

The lady boss tremblingly looked at Yan Chenxi, "How did she know... she..."

Soon, the mellow taste filled the entire square.

The scent is refreshing, as if it can hit the soul directly, and arouse people's most primitive and basic worship and awe of food.

The town leader was sitting next to Mr. Wu. At this moment, he was completely surrounded by this intoxicating fragrance.

A pair of eyes stared blankly at the dish that Yan Chenxi had made.

"I want to see what this is!" Kong Ji gritted his teeth and walked over, and Xiong Wei followed at this time.

"No matter how fragrant it is, there is only a soup and water dish. I don't believe it. I can still get flowers..." However, as soon as Xiong Wei's words fell, the whole person was in shock.

That dish really turned out flowers.

Originally placed quietly on the plate, the vegetables that were cut into various kinds of vegetables, under the watering of the white soup, automatically changed their shape, as if they were alive. The world in the disk spreads and grows.

The flower bone blossoms, the branches are blooming, the grass flutters and grows, the dead wood has vitality...

It is clearly a dish, but at the moment it looks like a painting with life. Showing to the world, everything grows!

"Thousands...all things grow?" Kong Ji's eyes trembled as he blurted out.

"What are you talking about? What growth?" Xiong Wei looked at Kong Ji puzzledly, not understanding what he was talking about. He wanted to ask clearly, but Kong Ji pressed his lips tightly, unable to speak.

The town leader was also left in the cloud, not knowing what happened. However, the mellow smell lingering on the tip of the nose is real.

At this moment, when he looked at Yan Chenxi's dish that he hadn't liked before, he had a strong desire to eat it.

However, what is more surprising is yet to come.

As the white soup in the small pot was slowly poured, the scene on the plate, like a dry earth, gained new life. Everything is growing, flourishing, just a dish, but it makes people hopeful.

And that pot of white soup, like a soul, is like a moist waterfall, watering everything on the earth.

As the white soup in the pot is poured out, the beautiful scenery on the plate also completes the final full bloom.

This is not so much a dish as it is an art.

An art that makes people's hearts tremble.

Yan Chenxi doesn't look at others, but at Lao Wu, "Try it."

"Good... good!" Old Wu's voice was trembling. Due to his excitement, the chopsticks in his hand dropped twice. After finally slowing down, he picked up the chopsticks and stretched it into the plate tremblingly.

Under everyone's comments, I picked up a chopstick, put it in my mouth, chewed lightly, and savored it carefully.

Almost for an instant, Old Wu's eyes were red, and then he began to cry like a child.

"It's this taste, it's this taste. I've waited for eighty, eighty years... I can still eat it in my lifetime, and I will die without regret..."

The old man was crying bitterly, but at this moment anyone could see that he was crying excitedly.

The town leader finally couldn't restrain his curiosity, and quickly put a chopstick into his mouth.