"Hello!"

Shaoan woke up from his muddy state after being patted by someone on his shoulder.

Yan Xian frowned and stared at Shaoan's sweaty face: "You look like you have a nightmare."

A nightmare?

Shaoan suffocated his breath, and thought of the tentacle that spurted ocean juice into his throat before breaking away from his hallucination, and his face suddenly looked ugly.

Besides, the slippery ball in the stomach bag was constantly emitting heat, telling him that all this did not seem to be an illusion!

"Vomit" The mouth is wide open, and your fingers are about to sniff.

At this time.

Shaoan's body trembled again.

The feeling of living things hidden in his stomach disappeared in an instant. The thing melted deep in his stomach bag, and the heat began to spread from the stomach to other organs. Then the esophagus and intestines were warm, and the gentle and warm feeling of sleeping on a recliner in the afternoon was directed by the sun.

In a blink of an eye, the mouth was also moistened to warm by the heat flow from deep inside the body.

Smell, taste, hearing...

These senses seem to be baptized and become keen.

"...What a magical umami flavor! What a magical dish!" Shaoan subconsciously commented, sniffing his nose, and scooping another spoonful of gluten soup.

This time, Shaoan didn't rush to eat, so he carefully looked at the soup on the spoon.

Especially the white gluten that is cooked until it is swelled.

As the hot fog filled the water, the "gluten" seen in the field of vision vaguely coincided with the tentacles that spurted ocean juice in the mind.

really!

Shaoan was amazed in his heart.

In fact, the idea given to the cooking by the chef is similar to that of the poet and painter. There must always be things that place images. In other words, what he sees and hears when he tastes cannot be unfounded and false imaginations. No matter how imaginative it is, it is based on the material.

It was just the first time Shaoan saw someone giving "gluten" those disgusting tentacles.

If Xia Yan heard Shaoan's mental analysis, he would definitely stare, yell, and put a question mark on his forehead.

Gluten and tentacles, the answer is wrong!

The truth is, the only ingredients that boil seafood soup base...

‘The endless umami squid feet’, this is the truth.

"Huh, it's not bad, a case of successfully using strange ingredients!" Xia Yan's mouth curled up.

At the entrance of Ju Downstairs, he opened a small piece of squid feet. He thought it was a systematic spoof, but he returned to this shop to try to cook a pot of soup. Yan Xian happened to be the same that day. After eating simple seafood soup and handmade noodles, he gave him the incredible ingredients for cooking soup. Xia Yan realized that he had picked up the treasure.

Xia Yan feels good about himself.

From Chen Zhiyuan's player perspective, he felt a little strange inside.

Especially in the video footage, every time Shaoan sips of hot soup, his body trembled and his reaction was strong.

Wet body and burst out clothes are all considered good.

This character, who is regarded as the little boss of Shu, has a flushed face.

There was a mixture of pain, fear and enjoyment.

Anyway, it’s a living interpretation, what does it mean to gradually shake m, and the diner who is trained successfully.

"clang!"

The sound of the spoon falling into the empty bowl.

Shaoan finished drinking a bowl of gluten soup and breathed a long sigh.

"How about it, do you still want it?"

It was the sound from the bar counter. Shaoan raised his head and his eyes fell on the face of the young chef inside, with unknown weirdness and complexity written in his eyes.

"Oh, it turns out you only have one bowl." Xia Yan was about to look at another guest when Shaoan suddenly said, "Be sure... please serve me a second bowl!"

Xia Yan smiled.

"Before serving the second bowl of gluten soup, I want to hear your true comments on my 'ordinary' dishes." He said leisurely.

Shaoan naturally knew that this was a soft spear thrown.

Do you say it tastes delicious? I was wrong and it would be like slapping myself in the face.

But!

A pot of white soup was placed on the bar in front of him. I had just drunk a bowl of it before, and my stomach was warm and my appetite was completely opened. Shaoan found that he had never been so thirsty, and he was eager to get the food and the dishes to satisfy!

He really wants to eat it!

“Very, very distinctive…”

Shaoan almost bit off his teeth and said, "Sorry, it shouldn't be an ordinary attribute! I can take back this review first!"

Oh, my mouth is still very hard.

Xia Yan still served another bowl for him and said secretly: "If you go on this second bowl, I don't believe you won't completely change your words!"

Another voice was helpless at this time:

"Hey, how have you patronized others? I have completely left me, a loyal old customer."

Yan first patted the table lightly to express his dissatisfaction.

"Don't worry, I'll give you a full bowl and eat it with you!"

Compared to Shaoan, Yan Xian's taste seemed much calmer.

Perhaps because I had eaten another seafood soup with handmade noodles, I was a little psychologically prepared for the soup base for cooking this bowl of gluten soup. I carefully and drank a few spoons. Yan Xian praised:

"This is what a special chef should do."

"The recipes and methods are simple or not, whether they are popular or popular, or whether they are the main courses of the banquet, or even the palace dishes... These are actually not important!"

Yan Xian was not as calm as in his tone.

I give a "special" evaluation on my lips, but in my heart I always feel a sense of incongruity that I can't understand.

It's strange.

Isn’t it natural for a special chef to make special dishes? Where does the sense of incongruity come from?

There is no problem with glowing. As for the big framework of his own "Yulong Gluten" recipe, Yan Xian is a bit difficult to judge. The first point is that the shadow and trace of imitation are not complete enough and the very important technical content is missing, which is the technique called cooking skills.

In Yan Xian's opinion, it seems that this is a personalized and improved recipe that has to be erased. Of course, this king must not guess that the truth is Xia Yan's [Super Vision] just an experience card.

The second point is that the style of the recipe has also changed a lot, from free and easy painting to an indescribable delusion of food.

In fact, in Yan Xian's opinion, there is nothing mysterious about the sublimation bottleneck between the special chef and the ordinary chef.

It is nothing more than increasing the concentration of ‘traits’.

And put the "world" you want to express your feelings on the dining plate.

Yan Xian ate Xia Yan's gluten soup to a very real world. If he hadn't been through many battles and was one of the giants in the dark cuisine industry, he would probably have tasted the same as Shaoan.

Yan was silent for a moment when he glanced at Shaoan, who was sometimes enjoying a silly smile and sometimes sweating and fearful.

"Huh!"

Suddenly, an unlikely thought flashed through my mind.

"It's the structure of the recipe, there are problems? Only the 'traits' meet the special standards?" Yan Xian smiled and shook his head, denying this idea.
Chapter completed!