Chapter 295: : 2 kinds of extreme faces (top)

The light illuminates a young face.
The teenager walked over with his hands holding the noodle bowl wrapped in light.
"Please use, examiner--"
He put the bowl on the kitchen counter next to the door and fixed his eyes on Akiyama Hiro among the crowd.
A group of people hula surrounded the kitchen counter.
"This soup..."
Azumi Rina couldn't help but said in surprise: "What's the matter, the soup in front is still milky, now it's clear!"
The milky white is the big bone soup.
And now the color of the soup in the bowl is more like a vegetarian soup.
However, the color of Sugao soup is generally yellow and yellow. Now the soup in the bowl is closer to the golden color. It is clear and bright. It may be that the soup has a small sloshing and sparkling in the bowl because of the just lowered. Looks like.
In the clear broth, there are noodles wrapped in an orderly circle.
There is only one face.
One bowl is full of big bowls!
"Guru~"
Sniffing the scent of the soup, Xiaolin gentian wiped the corners of his mouth, his eyes were clearly rippling with longing, staring at the noodles in the bowl, his appetite was activated.
"This taste, what's going on!" Yi Shihui secretly suppressed something and was shocked.
Obviously it is clear soup, with a continuous noodle, at first glance it looks like a bowl of plain noodles, but after smelling the fragrance of the soup, the shiny bowl of noodles in the field of vision is distorted and blurred, and it has become different.
Ripples like water waves surfaced.
Chicken bones, pig bones.
Corn, carrots, white radishes...
Garlic, slices, onions and various spices sprung up in the bowl, announcing their existence and interpreting themselves. A strong sense of the picture emerged spontaneously. Something had to break through the picture!
Yi Sehui held his breath, he felt that he was under the tide, or even the wind of the giant wave, but instead of avoiding it, he tightened his heartstrings, full of anticipation, to meet the giant wave!
Wow!
Qingxiang rolled up the wind and swept the whole body, and Hui Shi shook. In the picture of his head, he was swallowed by the huge waves, drifting with the waves in the turbulent flood, there was no trace of panic, but instead, the body and mind were stable, like a ship returning to the port.
"Wake up!"
Suddenly someone was patting him on the shoulder, and Yi Sehui opened her confused eyes and found it was Doujin Silver with a stretched face.
"You will be lost!"
Dojima Yin said this, and immediately took pictures of Rina and Kobayashi.
Among the people, only three interns were at a loss, and a group of gangsters, including Tokyo Governor Yukawa Yuriko, all had serious expressions.
"Ah!"
But Mas only smiled, shook his head, and said inwardly: "It seems that they will soon discover..."
"Try it--"
The young voice broke the silence.
Xia Yu handed a pair of chopsticks to Akiyama, and Akiyama took it and slowly picked up the bowl.
At this time, Akiyama Hiro became the focus of everyone's attention, staring at him with a pair of eyes. Kobayashi gentian itself is a famous foodie, greedy, very unwilling to mutter something.
There is only one bowl of noodles, and Akiyama Hiro is the only one who is fortunate to taste.
Others are just the audience and witnesses of this audit.
Chopsticks!
Akiyama Hiro grabbed a thread of noodles accurately, with a strong expectation in his eyes, and sucked it, so the white noodles broke out of the water, and was constantly sucked into the mouth by him, sprinkling the dripping water droplets. .
"This taste...smooth and tender!"
"Delicate! flexible!"
The mouth couldn't stop at all. It was half a bowl when I ate it. The sound of sucking noodles couldn't stop. Finally, the cheek swelled up. Akiyama Hiroka was willing to use his teeth to bite off the noodles.
The noodles fell back into the bowl and the broth sparkled.
chew!
Chew!
The entire face muscles of Akiyama Hiroshi were chewed savagely and vulgarly, stretched to death, and twisted a little.
It's not just the delicate and smooth taste of noodles.
Soup is actually the soul of a bowl of noodles. When Akiyama Hiro was eating noodles, he ate a lot of soup. At the moment, his mouth was wet. After chewing, the tough noodles were bitten off. The taste burst out.
But this kind of explosion is a kind of soft and soft, very strange.
"Wrong! Wrong!"
With an unstoppable whisper in his heart, Akiyama Hiroshi shouted while eating, "It's not a vegetarian soup, or a big bone soup...they are a fusion, with both the refreshingness of vegetables and the mellowness of thick soup, this is a special soup! "
I don't know how to describe the ultimate taste of this premium pasta.
Mianjin?
Even the Tai Chi master, obviously a slow movement, hides too much mystery.
Rumbling, Akiyama Hiro heard the sound of the door opening, blindly spice, pepper, fennel, grass fruit, meat kou, etc., set off a wave in the mouth, but then, the vegetable juice was injected into the wave, which would be too thick and overshooting. The taste is mild.
The hands in the midst clearly felt that the wave of taste was too light, and he swiped a spoon and dropped a drop of old soup boiled from chicken bones and pig bones, so the refreshing wave was dyed with golden color and became soft. Powerful, Qiu Shanhong has a kind of endless aftertaste.
Swallow food.
When I went to see the noodles and soup in the bowl again, Akiyama Hiroshi wanted to use chopsticks, but he uttered a shock.
"full--"
There was a voice in his head.
The body is also hiccuping contentedly. Akiyama Hiroki looked at Xia Yu, and his heart was so arrogant and funny. What's that, half-bowl noodles wanted him to be really full and satisfied?
If Chef Bright Lin let go of his appetite and release his appetite, the horrible overeating scene would definitely not be weaker than Chef Dark Lin of the same rank.
"How is it delicious?"
Seeing that Akiyama Hiro didn't chop chopsticks, Kobayashi's gentian could not help asking.
Dojima Silver, Ryoko Rina and Yuan Yue, all cast their eyes full of curiosity. They also want to eat, but there is only one bowl of noodles.
"Okay."
Akiyama Hiroshi replied lightly, exhaled a breath, and then ate chopsticks before eating the rest, but as he smoked, he still steadily shook his hand holding the chopsticks in front of him.
Snapped!
This is the sound of chopsticks falling off their hands.
"what happened!"
Messy.
The change made a chef Lin lose his calm.
The expression is blank, and there is a trace of clarity in his head. Akiyama Hong looks around. The fog is in front of him. This is the world of fog. Even he is a fog. He exists like a corpse. There is only a little spiritual wisdom. Return to the original and chaotic land of the soul.
However, in the real world, Akiyama Hiroki has a peaceful expression.
Xia Yu left quietly.
He returned to the kitchen counter ~ EbookFREE.me ~ to find the prepared materials.
Shrimp head, clams.
Turn on a fierce fire, throw the shrimp heads in the pan and cook. When the water boils, add the washed clams and cook again. When the clam shells are fully opened, remove the shrimp heads and clams.
Stop the fire, filter out the impurities, and mix with the soup stock that Ryoko Rina was ordered to cook.
The materials used in the previous soups are kombu, scallops, dried whitebait and muyu.
Mix the two soups, then mix in the big bone soup that was originally reserved, put it on the stove with the pot, and continue cooking.
Next, cut some minced garlic and onion, use a small pan to boil and melt a 20g piece of butter, add minced garlic and onion and cook until soft, then pour white wine, wait for the alcohol to evaporate and cook The thick soup has arrived.
Uh!
A few spoonfuls of thick soup spilled into the pan, Xia Yu turned and brought a bowl of dark, liquid-like things. (To be continued.)