Here Comes The Lady Chef

Chapter 118

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A slender red line appeared on the back of Sheng Yaoshan's wide and dark hand.

Fine drops of blood seeped slightly from the red line.

Blood!

Sheng Yaoshan was startled, the sudden pain made him subconsciously look down at the back of his hand.

Ren San of this girl's family is actually playing for real!

The soft sword with silver belt is really an excellent weapon, soft like a ribbon, tough like cattail grass, sharp enough to cut hair, light enough to move with the wind.

Sheng Yaoshan was not annoyed, he just shook his arm lightly, and the back of his hand, which was still slightly numb just now, was immediately washed away by the violent swing.

"Ren San, you're really good at it, girls, you're considered a master!" A smile flashed across the corner of Sheng Yaoshan's mouth.

Ren Yue's face was cold, and he rose into the sky again, holding a sword in one hand, and descended from the sky, pointing directly at Sheng Yaoshan's heart.

It seems that the unearthly and refined young master Wushuang is going to show off his miraculous flower swordsmanship.

The whistling of the wind is like coming from the sky;

The sound of the wind was too loud, as if the sky had been torn apart.

Under the cold moonlight, all the dead lotuses in the pond were rolled up by their roots and absorbed into the air. Behind Ren Yue's snow-like white clothes, they were like the shadows of birds whistling in the sky, densely packed in a large area.

"Flowering swordsmanship is really majestic! It's a pity that the season is not right, there are no blooming flowers, only withered lotus, which spoils the scenery, otherwise..." Sheng Yaoshan looked up at Ren Yue in the sky, and said to himself, with appreciation in his eyes, It is admiration.

As Ren Yue's falling speed became faster and closer, Sheng Yaoshan's eyes became tense.

Immediately, he rotated the bright silver spear in the opposite direction with both hands, like a blooming white lotus blooming above his head.

"歘!" Ren Yue's soft sword with a silver belt descended from the sky, dancing like water waves, confusing people's eyes and confusing Sheng Yaoshan's judgment.

Sheng Yaoshan's bright silver spear accelerated its rotation speed. Guarding above his head, Ren Yue's soft sword with a silver belt had no place to insert it for a while.

Ren Yue changed the direction of attack in the air, trying to penetrate Sheng Yaoshan's defense from the other side.

Reluctantly, Sheng Yaoshan's rotation was flexible and comprehensive, and the bright silver spear moved from top to bottom, from left to right, with no time to strike, forcing Ren Yue's soft sword to touch the back and barrel of the gun abruptly several times, stunned by the huge torque. Bounced back.

So much strength!

Ren Yue was startled, the slender fingers holding the sword were numb from the force of the rebound.

"Shua!" After several attacks. I don't know if Sheng Yaoshan's spear is too fast. Ren Yue was still tired of attacking. With the slightest slack.

A cold light flashed, and Ren Yue's left ring finger also felt a little pain.

"Hiss!" Ren Yue's heart tightened.

He lowered his eyebrows and glanced at his left hand, a red scar. Surprised on the finger.

"You!" Ren Yue was annoyed, he had always cherished his body and appearance, and his manner of life was also gentle and refined, never had the slightest scar. Now, on his jade-like finger, he was slashed abruptly by Sheng Yaoshan, a rough man. If he doesn't recover well, there must be a scar!

Thinking of the ugly scars, and his crown-like appearance. In Ren Yue's heart, there seems to be a ferocious beast, which has been sleeping soundly, obediently and quietly, but now it is stabbed by a sharp weapon. Growl ready to attack.

"Crack!" There was another sound of weapons intersecting.

There was another flash of lightning, and the bright silver spear and the soft silver sword touched each other and stopped together.

One end is in the hands of Sheng Yaoshan, and the other end is in the hands of Ren Yue.

Two pairs of eyes stared closely, one slanted upward and the other slanted downward.

The night was as cold as water, and the wind of the cold night ruthlessly hit the clothes of the two young masters.

Blue shirts are flying, white clothes are flying.

One is heroic, and the other is divine.

Just so quietly holding each other, holding each other.

The withered lotus all over the sky gradually fell, drifting in scattered pieces on the cold and clear lake.

The moonlight remains.

The wind died down.

"Hahahaha!" After a long time, the tranquility of the night and the chaos of the fight just now were broken by hearty laughter.

Sheng Yaoshan looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, withdrew the bright silver spear backwards, and swiftly gathered it behind him.

Ren Yue hissed his eyes slightly, his eyebrows frowned slightly, his face was calm, but there was a slight chill wafting out.

"What a unparalleled son! Sure enough, your reputation is well-deserved. Looking at you, you are usually a girl, but you can't think that you are even with me, Sheng Yaoshan! Admire me!" Sheng Yaoshan was about to reach out to pat Ren Yue on the shoulder, and Ren Yue slowly descended from the air. To the ground, deftly dodged away.

"Vulgar! How can I, Ren Yue, be like you!" Ren Yue disagreed.

"Hehe, looking at Da Zhou, I, Sheng Yaoshan, is the current military leader. It is no problem to have one enemy against a hundred. It is interesting to see that you are so weak that you can even draw with me!" Sheng Yaoshan was still not annoyed.

"It's almost dawn, go back to sleep." Ren Yue didn't answer Sheng Yaoshan's words, turned around and left proudly.

With one hand, he drew the soft sword with silver belt, and gently wrapped it around his waist.

Only when he turned around, a half-smile flashed in the corner of his eyes.

But Sheng Yaoshan never saw it.

The two sons got into a fight by the lake for no reason, and both injured their hands. They spent the night...

The sky was gradually turning white, and in the Wen family's small kitchen, Wen's father and daughter were tasting the boiled clear water broth.

"Good soup, Rou'er, really good soup!" Wen Shouzheng drank the last sip of soup in the bowl, and praised him sincerely.

"Father, the soup is almost ready. Next, I will take the soup out of the iron pot and transfer it to a fine white casserole pot to cook over low heat. Keep the soup warm until the competition." Gentle said , took a clean white casserole from behind, put it on the stove, and covered the mouth of the casserole with a piece of white and moist gauze, needless to say, this gauze was also soaked in spring water, slightly In the moisture, there seems to be a sweetness of mountain spring.

Gently and carefully spoon the broth in the iron pot, spoon by spoon, and pour it on the gauze.

The broth passes through the gauze and flows into the casserole below, repeating this process. On the pure white gauze, a layer of faint yellow was left at the end, with a little bit of fine residue.

All the soup bones, ingredients, and soup base in the iron pot are left, and the gauze is uncovered, and then the broth in the casserole is looked at. After filtering, the oil stars and residues are all removed, leaving only clear and transparent. in a white casserole.

Bring to a simmer. The ultimate broth in a casserole, turned into fine vesicles.

Gently and gently put the lid back on the casserole to seal in the aroma.

"Okay, let's wait until tomorrow's game starts!" After Wen Rou said, she stretched out both hands and stretched a big waist above her head!

"so tired!"

"Rou'er, what is tomorrow, the match is today!" Wen Shouzheng felt a little distressed, after a whole night of busy work, the sky outside the window was already blue and white. Tonight becomes last night. Tomorrow becomes today!

"Yeah. It's already dawn, and I still want to go to sleep!" Rourou said to herself, gently rubbing her sore shoulders.

After moving his legs and feet slightly, he found out. Due to standing for too long, my legs and feet have long been numb, and I can't move right now. I can only wait for the blood circulation to flow smoothly.

The east was completely lit up, and the warm winter sun shone into Wen's small kitchen.

This night, the soup is subtle, gentle and heartwarming.

At the same time, Chef Zhang also stayed up all night, in order to prepare better soup. Chef Zhang also racked his brains.

Abandoning the traditional ginseng soup, chicken soup, and bone soup, Chef Zhang thought hard and finally realized that the essence of a good soup is the word "fresh".

All kinds of delicacies in the world are the freshest in the pool. Originally, Chef Zhang wanted to cook the fresh soup from the "Old Soup Restaurant". Reproduce the tenderness of the miraculous dashi.

But after thinking about it, this soup is clearly made by gentle hands, tomorrow this girl is also my opponent, and when the soup was concocted, everyone was present, and they all knew that this soup was made by Wen Shouzheng and his daughter. , will definitely be criticized by the world, no, no, and if that girl also made this fresh soup, wouldn't I be suspected of plagiarism? No way!

Chef Zhang quickly rejected his original idea, and a new idea came out of his mind.

Since the things in the pool are so delicious, why don't I use pure freshness to refine the freshness of the freshest.

Chef Zhang was thinking this time, unconsciously, the sky was already turning white.

Although the morning in the cold winter is cold and quiet, the morning market in Xianyang City is already very lively.

The cries of various vendors selling fresh products, fresh fruits and vegetables came one after another, live fish in pots were swimming happily, and poultry in cages held their heads high.

"How do you sell this fish?" Chef Zhang pointed to a fishmonger's big basin with great interest.

"Hey, isn't this Chef Zhang from Zuixianlou? You are so insightful. My pot of fish is definitely the best in Xianyang today. Look, this head, this freshness, and this variety! I don’t know how much Chef Zhang wants?” The hawker is glib, boasting about his live fish.

"Hehe, if I buy this pot, it will be cheaper for me!" Chef Zhang didn't change his face, but he was thinking in his heart, if the market price is used, how much is this pot of live fish; How much will you earn.

"Chef Zhang, look at what you said, even if you only buy one, I don't dare to sell it too expensive! In this way, if you want a whole pot..." The peddler hesitated for a moment, and quickly made a calculation in his heart.

It is said that what you buy is not what you sell, "A pot of three taels of silver!" The hawker probably calculated the price for a big profit, and asked for five taels of silver.

"Deal! This big pot will be sent to Zuixianlou!" Chef Zhang readily agreed, and immediately took out three taels of silver and stuffed it into the hands of the peddler.

A basin full of fish, big and small, carp as big as half a catty, catfish as small as a willow leaf, all kinds of fish swim happily in the basin.

In the early morning of Zuixianlou's back kitchen, there is a faint fresh fragrance wafting everywhere.

"Master, it smells so good, what are you doing?" Xiao Wu moved his nose and followed the fragrance.

"Miscellaneous fish soup." Chef Zhang seemed in a good mood, instead of teasing Xiao Wu like in the past, he raised his eyes to signal Xiao Wu to come and take a closer look.

"Miscellaneous fish soup?" Xiao Wu was dubious, moved his feet, and stood beside Chef Zhang.