These two people are really strange, why are there injuries on their hands? Forget about Sheng Yaoshan, it's inevitable that the general will touch him in the army. However, it shouldn't be, he is the great Zhou Wukui, looking at the great Zhou, who will hurt him...
Ruan was full of doubts, but she didn't notice Ren Yue's livid face.
And Ren Yue... a son like a fairy. He cherishes his body and appearance so much, it seems that he cares too much, and he doesn't allow others to approach him. Besides, Ren Yue's swordsmanship has been passed down miraculously. In the past life and death, Wenrou also witnessed the magic of Fanhua swordsmanship. Even if he was reborn again, the tragedy and heart-piercing pain that night were still as new.
These two people, could it be... this injury... between them...
Gentle's brain turned for countless times, and finally she guessed an impossible but factual conclusion.
"Is this really soup?" At this moment, Mr. Songtao held the soup bowl and stared at it for a long time.
The soup, which was as clear as a mountain spring just now, poured from the pot into the bowl, clearly and clearly. At this moment, it is quietly placed in its own bowl, as clear as water, calm and indifferent.
Mr. Songtao put the bowl of soup under his nose, and the faint, long-lasting and long-lasting fragrance slowly penetrated into the nasal cavity, like the melodious melody of an ancient qin, flowing gently and comfortably, entering people's hearts smoothly. There is no taste in the mouth, but the heart is like bathing in the breeze, wandering in the spring rain, comfortable and pure.
"Ah!" In the first mouth, the taste of the soup was like a firework that ignited the twisted thread. Under the plain appearance, it was suddenly ignited by the temperature of the entrance, and immediately ignited all the taste buds on the tip of the tongue. Bloom, on the tongue, between the teeth. In the stomach, in the heart.
Swallowing the soup slowly, Mr. Songtao was as happy and satisfied as a flying fairy. He was so excited that he seemed to want to cry, the corners of his eyes were slightly moist, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised a beautiful arc.
"It's so delicious, ah, it's so delicious!" Mr. Songtao sighed.
"It's delicious, it's delicious, this water is really delicious!" Just when Mr. Songtao was overjoyed. Liu Xian danced and danced. He ran forward with an empty bowl. "Sister Wen, this water is delicious. Xianer is thirsty and wants to drink another bowl."
a prince. To actually call a cook sister in public!
Sheng Yaoshan's face was covered with black lines, and he couldn't help muttering in his heart: "His Royal Highness, I know that you like Miss Wen's craftsmanship, but you should also take care of the royal family's face! If you want to let the people in the palace know, I The general must be charged with insufficient protection!"
"Every judge, the soup made by the little girl is made of high-quality soup bones, and various ingredients are refined overnight, and the temperature of the red clay stove is used to seal the taste of the soup. Because the soup made by the little girl is similar to Clear water, clear color, light taste, so it has an elegant name, 'Qing Ru Xu', I wonder if this 'Qing Ru Xu' is in line with the wishes of the judges?" He said softly. He casually served Liu Xian another bowl of soup.
"Sister Wen, is this really soup? Soup can actually be made into the shape of water!" After Liu Xian listened, the immature child's voice echoed crisply in the front hall of Zuixianlou.
"Ask how can the canal be so clear, only the source of running water! Miss Wen's soup today really opened my eyes. Miss Wen has already got the three flavors of a really good soup." Mr. Song Tao stroked his beard. Nodded in praise.
"Ask how can the canal be so clear, only the source of running water." Ren Yue held up the soup bowl, looked at it for a moment, drank it, and then looked at the soup bowl again, muttering to himself, repeating Mr. Song Tao's evaluation .
"It's amazing to be able to make the soup into this kind of appearance!" Mr. Zhao jumped up, his face full of shock.
"I think in Xianyang City, the restaurant is the Zuixianlou. If we talk about the famous chef in the Zuixianlou, it is Wen Shouzheng. However, Miss Wen has inherited so many essences of Chef Wen at such a young age. She is really outstanding! I'm so happy and congratulated!" Mr. Zhao continued to express his overflowing feelings.
"Chef Wen, you taught Miss Wen these things!"
"Chef Wen, yes, I've never seen you do this before! It's really hidden!"
All of a sudden, the crowd of onlookers, no matter they were from Zuixianlou or the folks from Xianyang, praised Wen Shouzheng when they praised Miss Wen one after another.
Indeed, no one knows about the miraculous rebirth. The world only knows that Wen Rou is Wen Shouzheng's daughter, and Wen Wen has been learning how to cook with Wen Shouzheng.
Even Master Qiao and Qiao Zizhang showed pride on their faces, because whether it was Chef Wen or Miss Wen, they were all from Zuixianlou!
The people in Zuixianlou have face, and the face of the owner of Zuixianlou is even more glorious.
"Ahem, Mr. Songtao, Mr. Zhao, should we first choose the ranking of this soup duel?" Boss Lu reminded softly.
"Ah, yes, the old man forgot for a while, and actually forgot the business." Mr. Songtao came back to his senses.
"I wonder if Mr. Songtao has an idea?" Mr. Zhao turned sideways, although he was facing Mr. Songtao, but his eyes kept scanning the empty bowl just filled with it.
"For this competition, Chef Zhang's miscellaneous fish soup is exceptionally delicious, with the utmost care." Mr. Song Tao said loudly, and then paused.
Hearing this, Chef Zhang's face immediately showed a smug expression, "Mr. Songtao praised me! That's great, doesn't this mean..." Chef Zhang was full of joy.
"However, girl Rou's bowl is as clear as it should be. It loses its gorgeous appearance and returns to the original quality of soup. Soup is soup. Soup is made of water. The ingredients are dissolved in water and then cooked to make soup. Now soup Showing people the original face of Qingshui is really commendable. Whether it is skill or thought, it is a first-class product! Only this time in the world can represent the highest state of soup! I am lucky to taste it today, and I will be satisfied in this life. Hey!" When Mr. Songtao said these words, he was still calm at first, but at the end, he was a little emotional, and his usual slow voice turned out to be impassioned in the end, which made people excited!
This is the magic of soup!
"Mr. Songtao means..." Master Qiao speculated.
"I choose Rou girl! In this round, girl is the winner! No one can beat you!" Mr. Songtao raised his bowl to express.
"I also choose Miss Wen!" Qiao Zizhang followed closely, his eyes glowing with admiration. Although he drank the gentle soup, his mind was full of the girl's beauty and skillful hands.
"Young girl wins!" Mr. Zhao immediately expressed his attitude.
"I'll choose girl Rou too!" Master Qiao declared his position firmly.
"Young girl!" Shopkeeper Li raised the soup bowl in his hand without hesitation.
"And me! Of course I choose girl Rou... Sister Wen!" Liu Xian finished his second bowl of Qingruxu, licked his lips, and started yelling.
"Boss Lu, everyone has expressed their opinions. I don't know you..." Master Qiao asked kindly.
"I... I also choose Miss Wen..." Boss Lu hesitated, opened his mouth several times, but stopped again, and finally chose the gentle Qing Ruxu.
Chef Zhang's eyes were full of displeasure!
"Hmph, what can a girl do! Isn't it just a bowl of clear water! As for being as magical as you said!" Chef Zhang was full of dissatisfaction, pushed away Wenrou, and raised his hand to fill a bowl from the tender casserole. Soup, just as he was about to put it in his mouth, he was really stunned.
"This soup...is really clear..." Chef Zhang was dumbfounded.
Before he could smell the soup, he eagerly drank it in one gulp.
Chef Zhang was stunned.
Full of anxiety, dissatisfaction, and anger, at this moment, it is like taking a blissful hot bath, comfortable and open-minded.
This bowl is as clear as it seems, from head to toe, it calms Chef Zhang's jealousy from the inside out.
"Chef Zhang, Rou'er is young, and his qualifications are not yet in the industry. He is inferior to Chef Zhang in everything. Chef Zhang has tasted Rou'er's soup, so please give me some advice!" Wen Wen calmly smiled.
Chef Zhang just stood there in a daze, holding an empty bowl and opening his mouth, but couldn't say a word.
"Don't be arrogant or impetuous, act in a low-key manner, be kind to others, and ask for advice with an open mind." Ren Yue stood aside, put down the soup bowl in his hand, and said these words softly, with the corners of his eyes slightly bent.
"Ren San, what are you muttering here all by yourself? Say your compliments loudly. If you don't say it, how will people know that you like it!" Sheng Yaoshan didn't know if he really didn't hear clearly, or did it on purpose, and left. Ren Yue approached, and patted his shoulder heavily, so hard that Ren Yue frowned slightly.
"To appreciate a lotus, you have to look at it from a distance. If you go up to hear it, or even break it and put it in a bottle, wouldn't you let down the elegance of the lotus! A rough man is a rough man! It's unbearable vulgarity!" Ren Yue He didn't answer Sheng Yaoshan's words, he said sourly, turned around and left with his hands behind his back.
The white gown with wide sleeves was slightly rolled up because of the hand injury, exposing the smooth and white arms, making the gauze-wrapped fingers even more pitiful.
"What are you talking about, chirping and crooked, he is obviously a man, but he always speaks in a roundabout way, but he looks like a woman, I don't understand what you are talking about! Miss Wen, the soup you make is really good! I like it! "Sheng Yaoshan looked at Ren Yueyuan's back and sighed, turned his face and directly expressed his preference to Rourou, with a loud and open-minded voice that everyone in the audience could hear.
Of course, Ren Yue also heard it. He had just walked to the door and hadn't left yet.
"I like it." These three words really made Ren Yue's legs stop there.
Ren Yue froze, he didn't know why, there was a faint soreness in his heart, faint, just a faint hit, like a small hand gently, but tightly grasping his heart, just grabbing it, Let go again quickly.
Ren Yue's face was still calm and expressionless, he let out a sigh of relief, and stepped out of the front hall.