Lao Shi talks eloquently, as if he were a producer of a food show: "There are more than a dozen flavor ingredients in the soup we drink every day, but each ingredient will be different in its place of origin, different years, different times, and different preparation techniques.

The taste is slightly different.

When I made the soup, I used the seasonings I kept at home, but now this new soup tastes a little different.

If you want to keep the taste at a normal level of deliciousness, then what kind of ingredients you use is not a big problem. But if you want the taste to be even more delicious and reach its peak, then every ingredient is crucial.

But I can’t taste any difference. Only if you are used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas can you appreciate the flavor of this.”

When the old man heard this, he thought this statement was quite possible. For example, could a ginseng that was thirty or fifty years old be compared to his ginseng that was a century old?

For the same recipe, if the top-grade medicinal materials and ordinary medicinal materials are used, will the effect be the same?

If the quality of the ingredients drops, then the potency of the soup will definitely drop.

"Okay, you go back, call the housekeeper in, and see how the house manages the purchases. It's getting worse day by day."

The purchasing manager was scolded for no apparent reason. It was almost Chinese New Year. He did make some small moves on some medicinal materials and ingredients, but he didn't touch the old man and the old lady.

But no matter what, some of the ingredients are obtained from other places at this time, and I may not be able to find better ones in my eagerness.

Yuan Wense personally taught several cooks. Originally, she only talked about it every day, but these people have already mastered the soup. Now they can make the soup without Yuan Wense's guidance at all.

Made.

So in the later period, she no longer made the soup herself, but let the two cooks cook it every day, and whoever wanted to drink it could drink it.

Another year has passed in the blink of an eye.

The snow was falling heavily, and people were so fascinated that they couldn't even open their eyes.

The whole family celebrated the New Year happily, and people were everywhere paying New Year greetings during the first month.

In the second year of junior high school, Yu and Wense returned to her parents' home together, and the entire third room was empty.

Mr. Wangxian Cheng came back with his wife.

Because he brought it to the door in person, the old man and the old lady didn't say anything, but the old lady still didn't entertain her, so she made the second aunt sit in the small hall for an hour and then left.

Mr. Wangxian Cheng got on the carriage and slapped his wife: "You idiot, your mother-in-law's family is so in need, but you can't help at all, it will only be a disservice."

His son also passed the exam this year, but his ranking is indeed much lower than that of Lao Shi. Especially since Lao Shi is now in the Imperial College and has a very good reputation. He is also in contact with His Highness the Crown Prince. Such a golden thigh cannot be embraced.

Instead, it offends people to death, which is simply sick.

The second aunt's grandmother sat in the carriage with her face in her hands and her head lowered. She didn't even cry, she just sat there in a daze.

Her daughter is getting married this year, to the youngest son of a hundred-year-old family in Baishui City. Although it sounds like his status is not low, he is a real poor person. How can he marry into the Tong family, which is so good.

After Laoshi passed the exam, not only did her husband and son blame her, but even her daughter hated her and couldn't understand her.
Chapter completed!