Luo Zhan came to the kitchen. The porridge on the stove was simmering slowly.
The chicken on the other stove was also stewed just right.
"Do you need me to do anything?"
Yu Qingcheng asked.
"Help me with the filter."
"Alright."
Yu Qingcheng went to get it without hesitation.
In fact…
His footsteps were a little cheerful?
The chefs at the side were dumbfounded.
Is she still our ice-cold head chef?
As expected.
The legend of one thing subduing another did exist.
Very quickly.
Yu Qingcheng brought over the filter.
"Can you help me filter out the rice liquid?”
"What? Let me do it? Alright."
Not only did Yu Qingcheng not reject it, but he also seemed very happy to be able to help.
On the other side.
Luo Zhan fished out the chicken, tore off the drumstick and breast, and began to minced the meat.
"Ta-"
"Ta-"
For a moment.
The hurried sound of horse hooves came from the kitchen.
Luo Zhan was using the Horseshoe Blade Technique.
Everyone in the kitchen looked over.
His eyes were filled with admiration and admiration.
He wasn't envious of Luo Zhan's knife skills. This kind of horse hoof knife skill wasn't rare and was considered a basic skill of a chef.
What they envied was that the usually cold and arrogant Yu Qingcheng was actually willing to be Luo Zhan's assistant chef.
"Luo Zhan, how do you want the meat paste to be chopped to be considered a success?”
Yu Qingcheng finished filtering the rice and asked humbly.
"The finer, the better. It's best if there's no obvious grain when you eat it.”
"Does this bowl of soup have a name?"
"Fire Spring Pheasant Soup."
"Why is it called Fire Spring Pheasant Soup?"
"Using the fire spring method to drain the bamboo water, paired with the five-colored rice and pheasant stew, it's called the fire spring pheasant soup.”
"What a nice name."
The name sounded good, but he didn't know how it tasted.
Yu Qingcheng was filled with anticipation.
Very quickly.
Luo Zhan minced the meat.
He placed Yu Qingcheng's filtered rice liquid into the clay pot, added the minced meat, and stewed it again.
Gradually.
A wonderful fragrance spread out.
Other than the fresh fragrance of chicken and the rich fragrance of rice, there was also a faint fragrance of bamboo.
"This smell is so fragrant."
Yu Qingcheng couldn't help but take a deep breath of the fragrance, his face intoxicated.
At this moment.
Yu Qingcheng felt as if he was in the bamboo forest after the rain. He felt refreshed.
"As expected of the best soup in the world."
Luo Zhan muttered softly.
He did not expect that this bamboo soup would emit such a magical taste.
With just a sniff, his mouth was salivating and his appetite was greatly increased.
One bite would make his eyebrows fall off.
"Luo Zhan, how much longer do you need to stew?"
"Half an hour."
Half an hour later.
Luo Zhan added an appropriate amount of salt and pepper to season the dish.
The best soup in the world was done in almost a day.
Yu Qingcheng looked at the soup eagerly and wanted to have a taste.
But she knew that Luo Zhan would definitely let her Grand Master taste the first bite.
Hence, he could only watch.
Luo Zhan smiled and scooped out two bowls of porridge. He handed one bowl to Yu Qingcheng and said,"
"Try it and give me an evaluation.”
"That's not good. Let the old man taste it first.”
"You also participated in this soup, so you should know what it tastes like first.”
Yu Qingcheng did not say anything else.
He could not wait to put it in front of his nose and smell it.
"Yes, this is a mixed fragrance. The fragrance of chicken and rice is very strong, and the faint smell of pepper is mixed with the faint fragrance of bamboo.”
"Just smelling it can make one feel as if they have returned to the scene of sitting around a stove and drinking porridge on a cold day. It is very warm.”
After Yu Qingcheng finished speaking, he carefully sang a song.
Instantly, his eyes lit up.
"It tastes even more mellow."
"The faint bamboo fragrance lingered, making one feel as if they had come to the bamboo forest that had just rained in the morning.”
"The tiny minced meat is smooth in the mouth, but it doesn't lose the fragrance of the chicken.”
"Let's put it this way. You think I'm eating a bowl of soup, but I'm actually eating a bowl of meat.”
"In addition, the taste of the pepper is neither faint nor strong. It can stimulate the taste buds and increase one's appetite.”
"It's no exaggeration to say that even an anorexia patient can eat a big bowl.”
Luo Zhan listened to Yu Qingcheng's comments and smiled."
"So, how much do you give this bowl of soup?”
" 100 points. I'm not afraid that you'll be proud."
Yu Qingcheng burst into laughter after he finished speaking.
……
In the private room number 888.
She was celebrating the birthday of a four or five-year-old boy.
The table was filled with delicious food.
However, the little boy did not even look at her.
"Haohao, eat this. Grandma will pick some food for you.”
"Grandma, I don't want to eat."
"Then why don't you eat this? This is delicious. Grandma won't lie to you."
"Grandma, I don't want to eat."
The entire table of people took turns to coax the little boy.
However, he didn't even eat a bite of the food.
A few days ago.
The little boy was ridiculed by other children in the kindergarten for being too fat. As a result, he started not eating when he went back.
He didn't even eat his favorite food.
Even if he ate, he would only eat one or two mouthfuls.
The doctor said that the little boy had triggered emotional anorexia after being laughed at.
He had developed a resistance to food.
"I'm going out to play."
The little boy was very obedient and did not cry or make a fuss.
The more it was like this, the more the adults 'hearts ached.
"You guys eat. I'll play with Haohao for a while. Maybe I'll want to eat when I come back.”
The little boy's father brought the little boy out of the private room.
"Son, you have to eat, okay?”
"Otherwise, Mom, Grandpa, and Grandma will feel sorry for you.”
In the corridor outside the private room, the little boy's father gently comforted him.
"I know. But I'm not hungry."
The little boy lowered his head dejectedly and whispered.
"I'm sorry, Daddy."
Her apology almost made the little boy's father cry.
She forced a smile and patted the little boy's head.
"It's okay, son. If you're not hungry, then don't eat. We'll eat whenever you're hungry, okay?”
"Yes."
At this moment.
Luo Zhan and Yu Qingcheng returned to the VIP lounge.
A waiter followed behind him, holding a clay pot in his hand. It was fire spring pheasant soup.
When they brushed past the little boy.
The little boy sniffled and suddenly pointed at the clay pot in the waiter's hand. He said to his father,
"Daddy, I want to eat that."
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