Chapter 1062: :'fresh'

Breathing is slight, but it does exist.
Xia Yu noticed.
A really old monk also noticed.
Chewing and swallowing the ramen in the mouth, the old monk looked solemnly, folded his palms together, and respectfully thanked the bowl of ramen in front of him.
"Withered trees and spring..."
Immediately the old monk stared at the teenager inexplicably.
Xia Yu smiled, "Strictly speaking, the old tree is blooming."
"Old tree?"
That breath of breath, like a candlelight in the wind, swayed violently, apparently full of curiosity about the saying "Old Tree Blossoms".
"It" is probably satisfied with this bowl of "Wang Ji Ramen".
Xia Yu has this confidence.
Although strictly speaking, the real ‘Wang Ji Ramen’ is actually clear soup ramen, that is, the kind of noodles without any side dishes, the noodles with soup, and even the garnished green onions.
But to put it bluntly, isn't it the case of "Wang Ji"?
Drop the outside and go straight to the source!
In other words, the form of ramen, including soup, noodles, and dishes, does not matter.
"'Old Tree', this bowl of noodles."
Xia Yu's mouth widened with a refreshing smile.
"Nothing has changed, right?"
"It's no different from the "Dragon Noodle" that Chinatown spread towards the whole island country, right?"
He asked into the air.
Ask yourself questions.
A really old monk's eyes flickered, no interruptions.
As for Xiaben Xiashu and Aoki Zongtai, there is a kind of "quietness" on their faces. They and Xia Yu, the old monk and "it" seem to be in different worlds.
"no difference?"
The whispered whispered, the little monk with a clear eye, the posture gradually became real.
"But why am I eating "fresh"?"
"One year spent similar, each year is different."
"The noodles are still the same bowl of noodles. It's just that I'm not the cook of the past. I'm in this new generation, so you eat the noodles I made, of course, different from the past." Xia Yu said.
"Is that true... The chef is different, and if you change people, will the taste change..."
Xia Yu smiled slightly, "regardless of the meaning of the food, no matter what the artistic conception of food, all take "people" as the root. Not only the hands and techniques of cooking. My thoughts and my characteristics are all "melted in a furnace", Food is given."
"So, what you eat is fresh."
"This is, this generation of ‘Wang Lian Ramen’, are you satisfied?

The little monk pondered for a long time, slowly raised his head, and the beautiful face that had not had many expressions, gradually radiating a sunny smile.
"It turns out so..."
"So this is ah!"
"This is your ‘Wang Ji’, and people are the simplest source of your ‘Wang Ji’!

The little monk took chopsticks, ate meat, noodles, and soup.
Chewing, he closed his eyes lightly, his face filled with relief.
The obsession is gone.
It turned out that his persistent ‘Wang Ji’, the fresh smell, has been hidden in the torrent of time.
‘Ramen’, or pasta, never grows old.
Even if the recipe is getting older, people and chefs are changing from generation to generation. The same bowl of noodles will eventually taste different. Even if the same materials are used.
This is the "meaning" Xia Yu gave to the ramen-
Time, life!
More profoundly, it is a permanent change, a freshness that will never dissipate!
"Brother..."
Hearing the sound, a really old monk looked at the case.
The little monk is disappearing, and his legs tattered on the tatami are broken.
"I know, "Dragon Noodle" spreads the reason why everyone loves it." Very sincere and innocent smile, written on the young monk's young face, "It turns out that it is always fresh and changed. I saw it The vitality of this cuisine, so I feel at ease..."
The true abbot folded his hands together and bowed his head slightly.
His expression revealed a trance.
As if going back to the beginning of the century, outside of a ramen shop called'Yi Jing Noodle House' on Chinatown, the teenager looked at the disappointed guests and said very unwillingly:
"I will let this bowl of noodles stay "fresh" forever!"
"Guests will always be passionate about Dragon Noodles! Don't get bored!"
Ding.
System prompt.
Xia Yu was surprised to see a prompt message on the retina, "Dragon level will kill", this becomes?
"...Have created an unnamed must-try ramen recipe."
"Please name the host."
I have been entangled for more than a month, and I can't sleep at night. Isn't it just waiting for the system to remind me, but Xia Yu found that he was not happy at all.
Too casual.
Moreover, this is not the ‘dragon level must kill’ in his mind.
"Name? Anyway, you choose a default name in the system." Xia Yu simply didn't even bother to turn his head.
""Wang Ji Ramen" has been added to the host recipes column, please check!"
Xia Yu rolled his eyes.
"My kill, it shouldn't be like this." He took a breath and barely let go of his emotions. He didn't care about any new recipes, but checked the task panel as soon as possible.
really!
Binocular climbed into the rich joy.
"The host completes one of his personal memorabilia "Personal Dragon Will Kill"! "
"Obtained "Mother's Sun Ball" (Recipe Fragment)1."
There was one more piece of Jin Cancan, Xia Yu quickly opened the inventory, and when her eyes shifted to the corresponding golden piece, a bullet box asked:
"Synthesized?"
"synthesis!"
I couldn't wait to roar.
"Get the complete "Mother Sunball" recipe..."
"Learn!"
Continue to roar.
Suddenly, a familiar sense of acupuncture came from the eyebrow.
Xia Yu grinned, "Oh, the source of the light, the end of China's recipes for the light world, I got it!"
He was about to laugh with his hips on his hips full of S2 breath, and at this time, someone pushed him.
Yizhen Abbot had stood up and patted him on the shoulder, "You come with me."
Xia Yu nodded to keep up.
At the door, he looked back at the dimly lit canteen. The presence of the little monk had been completely wiped out, and Takamoto Natsuki and Aoki Sect too finished the hot ramen and unbuttoned and unbuttoned the monk's clothes.
Follow the old monk all the way to his abbot's house.
This time, Xia Yu was ushered into his private residence by an old monk. This is a small study outside the bedroom. The furnishings were antique. He found a place to sit down. After a while, the real abbot took the book and a copy Huang's newspaper was placed on the table in front of Xia Yu.
"I want to thank you."
The old monk said, "You have solved my worries."
Xia Yu knew what he was referring to, and didn't care: "It's okay, just go hand in hand, and ah, I also benefited a lot from it. I got a very real'must kill'."
The abbot froze for a while, then shook his head and smiled, pointed to the large stack of yellowed newspapers in his hand, and handed it out to Xia Yu. "Yoshii, my fellow brother, please understand."
The newspaper is well preserved, with flat edges and no wrinkles.
However, the newspaper was still yellowing, and it turned out that the time was a little old. Xia Yu looked through it doubtfully. On the first page of the cover page, he looked shocked.
The date is 1915.
The first page of the newspaper is in bold and bold, with the name of the newspaper-"Gourmet Herald".
The first news in the first edition, with pictures, and the title read:
"Yoshii, being the child prodigy of the generations, the of dragon faces..."
Looking at the content carefully, it is a memorial article.
His attainments in ‘dragon noodles’ won the title of of the island’s gastronomic world.
He was identified as the next head of Shilin Temple.
He has an indelible contribution to the spread of ramen in the island country.
of course.
This is another matter of time and space.
At least in the previous life, Xia Yu had never heard of a professional newspaper like the "Gourmet Herald".
In the black-and-white pictures, the young man was facing the camera and looked upright.
"Dragon noodles will never be outdated..."
Xia Yu glanced at the sentence quoted in the article, a little silent, and closed the newspaper, looking up at a really old monk sitting opposite, "So he left obsession?"
The old monk nodded, "You let him see the vitality of this cuisine will never be dim."
"Really?" Xia Yu smiled and looked away.
"this is……?"
Another book is still on the table~EbookFREE.me~Yi Jingzheng's Handbook of Real Noodles. "A really old monk laughed and said, "This is the reward you deserve for your hospitality. "
Xia Yu's eyes flickered.
He was dissatisfied with the so-called killing of the so-called "Wang Ji Ramen".
Because the recipe was not what he conceived.
So, can this volume of handbooks help him to further develop his own "must kill"?
Xia Yu felt that he did not go very far with the road of ‘Wang Ji’, and there was still a lot of room for development and excavation.
Also.
What about "Ultra"?
Is there a possibility of integration between the two?
For a time, Xia Yu's heart was numb, and the information flow of the recipe for "Mother's Sunball" that was congested in his head and had not had time to sort out was really a long way to go!