She couldn't believe it. If she didn't drink this soup, would Jiang Qianfan force her to drink it? If she can't say the answer in her whole life, can he still sit across from him in silence all his life
But Jiang Qianfan's patience was obviously beyond Lin Kesong's imagination.
An hour has passed, the soup has cooled down completely, Jiang Qianfan is like a sculpture, and his body does not even shake.
On the contrary, it was Lin Kesong who felt that his waist was uncomfortable to sit on. Could this be herniated lumbar disc
Another hour passed, and a waiter came up and replaced the cold soup with a bowl of hot soup for Lin Kesong.
Could it be that the cabbage and mint soup is about to become the nightmare of her life? She felt impatient in every cell in her body.
When the waiter asked, "Sir, this is the last cabbage and mint soup."
Lin Kesong was overjoyed... No, it was a blissful rush! As long as she poured this bowl of soup down and said she didn't know the answer, would Jiang Qianfan continue to spend it with her
"Then prepare." Jiang Qianfan said in a natural tone.
"Yes."
The waiter retired, but Lin Kesong went crazy! Jiang Qianfan was clearly targeting her! This is the rhythm of what kind of ghost soup to use to kill her!
Where did she anger him? What makes him uncomfortable? If he didn't like her, why did he agree to be her mentor!
His pursuit does not mean that the whole world must have the same pursuit! His sense of taste does not mean that the whole world should have the same sense of taste as him!
Lin Kesong stood up abruptly, propped up the table with both hands, and burst out.
"It's just a bowl of soup for me, and for the guests, it's all about whether it's good or bad! Does it really make sense whether it uses apples or lemons? Anyway, it's not going to be pulled out and washed again in the end. Go into the toilet! So Mr. Jiang, I can't do what you ask of me! I'm not interested in doing it either! I don't even see anything that needs to be done!"
"If you add apples to cabbage, its fragrance will destroy the smell of cabbage itself, and it will overwhelm the guest. As for lemon, if you add it to the soup, because the temperature of the soup is higher when it is served, the sourness of the lemon will be at such a temperature. It's more astringent and even bitter, ruining the taste of the soup."
Facing Lin Kesong's anger, Jiang Qianfan was unmoved.
The world seems to still revolve according to his laws, without the slightest deviation.
"Many dishes, such as the quail with foie gras that you see today, are cooked by almost all chefs in high-end restaurants. The ingredients, the process, and even the baking time in the oven are the same, but in the end there is no one The chefs make the same taste. The details are everything, Croissant.”
Lin Kesong was stunned.
He didn't call her "Miss Lin" or "Lin Kesong", but "Kesong".
Even quite unexpectedly, when he called her name, she saw his slightly raised tongue, as if sliding along her thoughts, she suddenly had the illusion that she was favored by him.
Lin Kesong swallowed, took a breath, and sat down.
"Taste food also needs a suitable mood. Do you remember when you were eating candied haws and said to me, that is the taste of secret love?"
Lin Kesong was stunned. She didn't expect that what she said to Jiang Qianfan casually would still be remembered by him.
"And this soup, what it has to do is to open the hearts of the guests, and it is the beginning of their taste of food. It determines the mood of the guests. When they are in a good mood, their taste will be more detailed and know how to taste the cook. Every seemingly inconsequential but thoughtful moment for them."
When Jiang Qianfan in front of him said all this in the calmest tone, Lin Kesong was surprised.
He can frown because of his unauthorized touch and ask her to obey all the rules from him. He seems to have never cared about her emotions, but at this moment he is like a gentle elder, tolerant of all her restless.
"sorry."
"Try again."
Lin Kesong took a breath, raised the spoon, and put the soup into her mouth. The mild liquid flowed over the tip of her tongue, almonds, cabbage, mint, parsley, and finally some kind of fruit that was slightly sour and sweet.
Lin Kesong tilted her head, wanting that fleeting taste to stay on the tip of her tongue for a longer time. She tried desperately to catch the feeling, but it was like a breeze passing over the branches, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye. . So she drank it one sip after another, chasing that little bit of subtle sour and sweet in her mind.
"It's Cherry, right?"
Lin Kesong raised his eyes and looked at each other.
This was the first time she had expected Jiang Qianfan to give her a positive answer after drinking eight bowls of soup.
"Yes."
Lin Kesong closed his eyes and exhaled.
She is so amazing! You can even taste the taste of cherries!
This is simply amazing!
“This is my first lesson for you—taste deconstruction. When you can carefully identify all the ingredients in a dish and what they need to do to achieve a certain taste, you can not only It perfectly reproduces the classic dishes of other masters, and it can also cook the taste in your mind in reality.”
Jiang Qianfan's voice was flat, as if it was a matter of course for Lin Kesong to taste cherries.
Lin Kesong lowered his head and looked at the soup in front of him. It was still the same soup, but the world she was familiar with was about to go against her.
It was an omen: everything was going to be more detailed and subtle than before.
Jiang Qianfan slowly got up and left the dining table, "We can go back."
Lin Kesong looked at the dining table and then at Jiang Qianfan. Did the other party forget something
She is not like him, in addition to soup, he also eats starter and main course!
She only has a stomach full of water!
Jiang Qianfan had already reached the entrance of the stairs, and Lin Kesong followed up lonely.
When he took the first step, he suddenly stopped. Lin Kesong almost missed him. If you hit him, the consequences must be tragic!
"Next time, don't lie to me."
It was as if he called her "Ke Song" before was a complete illusion, and now the coldness is the reality.
Lin Kesong closed his eyes hard, it's over, this big ice cube will definitely remember this for a lifetime!
Jiang Qianfan got into the car, Lin Kesong sat silently beside him, and the car drove back.
Mel was always holding the tablet computer, reading some current political news and industry news, Jiang Qianfan listened quietly.
And the stamina of the eight cabbage and mint soup finally emerged.
Lin Kesong wants to go to the bathroom.
From thinking about it for a while, she didn't know how long it would take for them to arrive at Jiang Qianfan's villa.
And Mel said that when Jiang Qianfan did not allow her to speak, she had better not speak. And she seems to have just upset him today by secretly using a search engine.
What to do, what to do
Don't you want to go to the bathroom or something, Mr. Driver
Uncle Mel, didn't you have coffee this morning? Isn't coffee a diuretic? Why are you not responding at all
And Jiang Qianfan, big ice cubes! Didn't you drink a bowl of soup too? Is that bowl of soup in your stomach frozen so you don't react
Lin Kesong was getting more and more uncomfortable!
She finally understood that the eight bowls of soup were Jiang Qianfan's ultimate punishment for her cleverness!
Jiang Qianfan, who had been listening quietly to Mel, suddenly raised his hand slightly. After seeing Jiang Qianfan's movements in the rearview mirror, Mel put down the tablet and turned around: "Sir, what's the matter?"
Jiang Qianfan turned his face in Lin Kesong's direction and said, "What's wrong with you."
"I... I want to go to the bathroom!" Lin Kesong saw a glimmer of dawn.
"Hold on."
Jiang Qianfan's face turned.
Lin Kesong was stunned for two seconds, and almost didn't raise his fist and hit him in the face.
hold back? Did you say hold back? Give it a try! You give it a try!
Tears rolled in Lin Kesong's eyes.
Mel glanced at Lin Kesong and shook his head slightly. The meaning in his eyes was: What did you do to make Mr. Jiang unhappy
She really didn't do anything to harm the world and cause harm to the common people, didn't she secretly use her mobile phone to swipe to search for diligence!
The car continued to drive smoothly, Lin Kesong's head was tilted to one side, thinking that she would not hold back if it was a big deal, she would die with Jiang Qianfan's famous car!
At this moment, Jiang Qianfan turned his face slightly, as if listening to the sound outside the window.
The sound of electronic music from the LED screens of the large shopping mall vibrated in the air.
"Stop here," he said.
Lin Kesong took a breath and looked at Jiang Qianfan.
"The women's restroom is in the southeast corner of the mall on the second floor."
Lin Kesong felt as if he had been granted amnesty, pushed open the car door, and rushed out without caring for his life. She got up the escalator and came to the second floor of the mall, only to find that she didn't know where the southeast corner was.
After asking the salesperson, she finally found the bathroom at the last minute and was relieved.
At this time, a message popped up on the phone, which was from Song Yiran.
At that moment, her tears almost didn't fall.
Song Yiran: Why didn't you call me back
Only then did she realize that Song Yiran had made more than a dozen phone calls last night, but she was overwhelmed by her uncle's friends, and finally slept in Jiang Qianfan's room, so she didn't hear it at all.
Lin Kesong: I am still alive.
Song Yiran: So you don't live well
Lin Kesong: Your sister! It was you who took me to the culinary audition! Now that I've been picked, I'm going to the competition!
Song Yiran: ... No way? When are you going to race? Do you want me to give you a ticket
Lin Kesong: Brush your head! I'm in closed training now! The instructor's temperament is cold and arrogant, and there is no spring breeze at all!
Suddenly, Song Yiran called, and the ringing was so frightening that Lin Kesong's phone almost fell to the ground.