A few more days passed, the spring flowers were in full bloom, the spring was warm, the weather was getting better and better, and the study was getting more and more tense.

Tang Yuanyuan suffered a lot, and Ye Qingqing stayed at home, but she didn't feel that much. Every day when she came to her home after school, Tang Yuanyuan complained.

"You have a good time today. My father stewed Buddha Jumps over the wall. I tell you, I accidentally sprinkled a little on the way just now. Oh yo... I followed more than a dozen dogs all the way..."

Since she found her father, Tang Yuanyuan's temperament has become much more lively and her speech has become funny. Her exaggerated appearance made Ye Qingqing very happy.

"Aren't you most afraid of dogs? Why aren't you afraid anymore?" Ye Qingqing teased her.

Tang Yuanyuan blushed and said in a squint: "Tiedan is here. When the dogs saw him, they ran away with their tails as if they were rats and cats..."

"oh……"

Ye Qingqing intentionally lengthened her tone, which made her look particularly meaningful, and Tang Yuanyuan's face turned redder.

She poured out the soup, and the rich fragrance quickly spread throughout the room, and Ye Qingqing's thoughts were all attracted by the soup.

No wonder it is said that Buddha jumps over the wall and is the emperor of the soup. As soon as Buddha jumps over the wall, ten thousand soups retreat.

Not to mention the taste, just this fragrance can be the first!

And it’s Tang’s craftsmanship, no wonder Tang Yuanyuan never forgets it!

"Drink while it's hot, it won't be good if it's cold!"

Tang Yuanyuan held the soup bowl in front of Ye Qing and looked at her with a gaze. Ye Qingqing's stomach was already terrifying, so she picked up the bowl and took a sip...

Time stopped and the air was frozen. After a long time, Ye Qingqing came to her senses, swallowed the soup in her mouth, and sighed softly.

"How is it? Is it delicious?"

Tang Yuanyuan couldn't wait to ask, eager to hear her friend's praise for her father's cooking skills.

"This soup should only be found in heaven, but how many times can you hear it in the world!"

Ye Qingqing suddenly thought of this poem and changed a word, thinking that it was really suitable for Dad Tang's Buddha Jumping over the wall.

After drinking this bowl of soup, the other soups instantly seemed as light as boiled water, and I'm afraid I can never drink them again.

Tang Yuanyuan smiled happily, her eyes turned into a line, "If you want to drink it from now on, go to my father's place to drink it, and he stews it every day!"

Dad Tang’s Buddha Jumping over the wall is becoming more and more famous in Pingjiang. Many dignitaries called for this soup, so Dad Tang simply sent two apprentices to stew the Buddha Jumping over the wall.

The raw materials and heat are checked by the soup father, and it must be stewed for 10 hours. Only in this way can the soup be of high quality and excellent taste, making people linger.

"I'm so fragrant... Lao Mo, what good things are you doing..."

He Weishao's exaggerated voice and accelerated footsteps came from the yard. It seemed that this guy couldn't stand the temptation of the fragrance and ran in.

Following He Weishao, Meng Huishan, who had just returned to HK, was also the girl who stayed at home for only two days and was so angry that she ran out again.

"Buddha jumped over the wall, is Yuanyuan still there?" Ye Qingqing asked with a smile.

Tang Yuanyuan nodded vigorously, "Some, some, but not many."

"I'll have a bowl to satisfy my cravings. Is this soup the famous Tang Buddha jumped over the wall recently?"

He Weishao was impatient and poured a bowl of soup by himself, mumbled, drank half a bowl, and was stunned.

"Why are there such a good soup from Niang Xipi...? Let's have another bowl!"

After a while, He Weishao sighed and wanted to pour the soup again, but he was exhausted.
Chapter completed!