Lin Kesong's mood became tense. She scooped up a spoonful and put it to her mouth, thinking in her heart that since this soup is cabbage mint, there must be cabbage and mint in it! If there is no accident, there must be salt. Is there anything more than that
The nose is a very pleasant aroma, but what is this aroma? Lin Kesong felt familiar, but couldn't think of it.
She finally put the spoonful of soup into her mouth.
The temperature is just right, the taste is clear and moist, and the fragrance of the cabbage is not as strong as expected, which makes the fragrance of mint slowly overflow between the circulations.
The saltiness of the soup was weaker than Lin Kesong imagined, but the aftertaste was sweet.
It's just that this sweetness is softer and fainter than the taste of sugar... This is the sweetness of cabbage itself!
And this sweetness is accompanied by a faint fruity aroma, and the slightly sour that belongs to the fruit, which makes soup drinkers very appetizing.
If Jiang Qianfan had never told her to pay attention to the layers of different flavors, maybe she would only drink this soup as an appetizing and refreshing soup, and would never have noticed so many mysteries in it.
"Tell me, what was the first taste you were exposed to?"
"...a unique scent. It smells good, makes people feel appetizing, like some kind of nutty smell..." Lin Kesong frowned, thinking hard. This was the first exam question Jiang Qianfan gave her, and she didn't want to hand in a blank paper like this.
"The kind of nuts?"
Lin Kesong searched in his mind. Not peanuts, the aroma of peanuts is different from this one. A bit like fried cashews, but not as strong as cashews. It's lighter and softer...without taking away the aroma of the cabbage.
"Is it an almond?" Lin Kesong asked uncertainly.
"right."
Jiang Qianfan's voice was calm, as if Lin Kesong could taste the taste of almonds for granted.
It was just that "yes", the moment his lips opened, Lin Kesong felt extremely regretful.
Because just a little bit, just a little bit, she could see the tip of his tongue.
"what else?"
"And the taste of cabbage. I'm just curious... How did the sweetness of the cabbage get into the soup? Did it stew for a long time?" Lin Kesong began to regret after asking.
Because Jiang Qianfan did not allow her to ask questions.
"If you stew the cabbage leaves for too long, it will not only destroy the nutrition of the cabbage, but also lose the sweetness of the cabbage itself. The real method is to choose the place where the cabbage is the most tender and boil it, and it must be in the tender leaves of the cabbage. Take it out before it turns yellow, and the time must be properly controlled. The proportion of water should be the same as that of the young leaves of cabbage. If there is too much water, the sweetness of the young leaves of cabbage will become weaker.”
Jiang Qianfan held the top of the blind stick with both hands, while the blind stick was propped on the ground. This is exactly the same posture as when Lin Kesong saw him in his villa for the first time.
Certainty, poise and the coolness of being on high.
Lin Kesong suddenly understood that this man was not arrogant.
His world is too subtle and delicate to be seen by ordinary people, nor can it be understood by ordinary people.
He reigned alone in that world and knew everything like the back of his hand.
"What other flavors are there?"
"And mint?"
"The aroma of mint is obvious. When do you think the mint was added?"
"Such a fragrant taste, it should be in the original soup base, right?"
"No. It's when the soup is about to come out of the pot. If mint and cabbage are boiled together for too long, there will be a medicinal smell in the soup, destroying the sweetness of the cabbage itself."
Lin Kesong was stunned, she didn't expect that even the timing of Mint's joining was so particular.
"The others?"
When Jiang Qianfan asked this, he really asked Lin Kesong. Are there any other ingredients besides almonds, cabbage, mint, and salt
Lin Kesong took another sip.
Almonds, cabbage, mint…and a unique aroma…
"Parsley! It's parsley, right?"
"It's not difficult."
Is this not difficult? Isn't this difficult? Is it difficult to have such a light parsley taste
"It's the freshest sprig of parsley. After removing the leaves, strain it in the soup for 30 seconds. The purpose is to add a layer of aroma, not to let the aroma of the parsley overwhelm the cabbage."
Lin Kesong pursed his lips. First there were almonds, then cabbage, and then parsley. What kind of cooking is this? It's almost time to make perfume.
"What about the last material?"
Lin Kesong almost sprayed the other person's face with a mouthful of soup.
Even there? It's just a soup! Why make it so complicated!
Jiang Qianfan sat on the opposite side motionless, full of patience.
Lin Kesong swallowed the fifth spoonful and felt a soft sour aftertaste. This sour taste seems to subtly push many taste buds, but quickly disappears.
what is it? what exactly is it
Lin Kesong drank the soup, which was not enough in the first place.
She raised her head and glanced at Jiang Qianfan and decided to answer honestly: "I feel like I've drank some kind of fruit... But I really haven't tasted what it is..."
Jiang Qianfan didn't blame Lin Kesong, he just said indifferently, "Don't limit yourself to the Chinese food you are familiar with, open your brain."
Lin Kesong pursed his lips and kept thinking about it.
At this time, the waiter came up and served Jiang Qianfan an appetizer, but it was not the shrimp jelly I saw today.
But in front of Lin Kesong, there was still the same soup.
It seems that if she doesn't find the answer, Jiang Qianfan will not let her eat well.
She is really hungry... she really wants to eat something real!
She lowered her head and scooped up a spoonful of soup in a depressing manner, and just as it was brought to her lips, Jiang Qianfan suddenly spoke up.
"you are not happy."
"Ah? Unhappy?" Lin Kesong forced himself to smile, "How can you be unhappy? This is the soup in a three-star Michelin restaurant! No matter how many bowls you drink, you won't get tired!"
"Then go ahead and drink."
Lin Kesong twitched the corners of his mouth, the blue veins on his forehead protruded, but he couldn't get angry.
Why wasn't Song Yiran sitting across from him? If so, she could just put the soup bowl on his head!
However, Jiang Qianfan raised the knife and fork, the fork did not go into the prawns on the plate, the knife slid lightly, and a small piece of shrimp was fork, and was sent into the mouth without any hassle.
From beginning to end, his knives and forks did not collide or make any noise, and even the angle at which he raised his arms, the coordination between his wrists and the cutlery, seemed to be carefully calculated and pleasing to the eye.
The process of his meal is unhurried, and everything here follows his rules, including the time.
Lin Kesong lowered his head and continued to drink the soup. She kept imagining in her mind what kind of fruit could be used to make soup
Seems like only tomatoes, right
But judging from the color of this bowl of soup, it couldn't possibly be a tomato.
Lin Kesong secretly took out his mobile phone from his pocket, turned it to silent, and quickly began to search: fruit for western food.
A search, did not expect to come out a bunch of fruit.
So Lin Kesong decided to narrow the search scope. She directly searched for "cabbage and mint soup", and the recipe came out immediately, and her eyes suddenly lit up.
well! It was this! It seems that ghosts often use this kind of fruit in cooking!
"It's Liu Cheng, right?" Lin Kesong asked.
Jiang Qianfan still had no expression on his face.
"wrong."
These two words made Lin Kesong, who was in a happy mood, suddenly feel lost.
It's not orange! The ingredients on the Internet clearly state that oranges are good!
"Pineapple?"
"wrong."
"apple!"
"wrong."
Let's make fruit pie together!
Lin Kesong's heart burst into tears.
Are you sure she has eaten this kind of fruit
The appetizer in front of Jiang Qianfan had been replaced with the main dish, but Lin Kesong began to drink her third bowl of cabbage and mint soup.
The originally sweet and refreshing soup has lost its flavor now. She really wished she had a smaller head and buried herself in it to drown herself!
"Are search engines easy to use?"
When Lin Kesong's third bowl of soup was all eaten, Jiang Qianfan finally spoke up.
"Cough, cough..." Lin Kesong coughed until gold stars appeared in his eyes.
Did this guy see it? How did he see it
Didn't Mr. Meyer say that he can only distinguish light
"I can give you a hint. Not bananas, not grapefruit, not American red grapes, not blackcurrants, not blueberries, not cranberries. Did you narrow down your search a bit?"
Jiang Qianfan's voice was like an ice spring that slowly overflowed from the gap, indifferent and calm.
But even if Lin Kesong is a fool, he knows that the other party is mocking him!
She could only silently put the phone back in her pocket and blushed because of her cleverness.
"You tasted almonds, cabbage, mint, and parsley, but in the end you couldn't taste this fruit. Am I overestimating you?"
Jiang Qianfan put down the knife and fork, but Lin Kesong felt pressure inexplicably with those desireless eyes.
His voice did not fluctuate, but it was like a sharp needle piercing into Lin Kesong's heart.
She was annoyed, really annoyed. The other party's main course was finished, and she was still hovering over a bowl of soup with nothing!
Is this a ghost hitting the wall
When Jiang Qianfan's main course was removed and replaced with dessert, Lin Kesong had already drank the fifth bowl of soup.
She still didn't know what that fruit was.
And Jiang Qianfan hasn't even changed from his sitting position to his expression.
What's the use of being obsessed with this
It's not a must-have soup! In addition to this cabbage and mint soup, there are other creamy mushroom soup, borscht soup, or Chinese-style chicken soup with duck soup and pork ribs soup!
Lin Kesong supported his forehead with one hand. Jiang Qianfan did not have dessert after the meal, but supported the blind stick with both hands and looked at Lin Kesong.
He is like a domineering ruler.
He clearly knew the answer himself, but he insisted that the whole world know everything like him!
When the eighth bowl of soup was brought to her, she had no desire to lift the spoon at all.