Chapter 3: Fresh meat buns (1)

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The fish bone soup boiled and fragrant, and it tasted more delicious than the previous mushroom soup. The wild vegetables that were put in the back were contaminated with those umami flavors, matching their own unique taste, and took a bite, which made people feel relieved.
Grandpa, they begged for so long, and at least they were given alms bread. They haven't eaten the fishy fish for a long time, and now they smell the saliva in their mouths. Now that I can finally eat it, naturally I no longer care about it, and I eat it with a mouthful of wild vegetables.
"It's delicious!" Xiao Qi thought they were really happy and they were about to cry.
These days I feel like I'm dreaming. Not only do I not have to be hungry every day, but I can also eat such delicious food. Such days have been imagined in dreams before.
"Eat slowly, don't choke." Shi Yu was distressed to them, "there will be more and more everyday, and the day will get better and better."
What is the meaning of being alive if there is no upward hope.
The next morning, Shi Yu woke up and started making food. After working hard for a long time, I did everything well. First, use a crock jar to hold a crock jar, and then wrap it in a ragged cotton coat. The rest greeted everyone to eat together.
After eating and drinking, she went to town.
I came to the back door of the restaurant yesterday and waited for a while. The apprentice came over yesterday. Holding fish bones in his hands. Seeing her standing there was a little flash of surprise in her eyes, "Are you really here?"
"That is of course. I promised to give it to you for a taste, and it must be done. Come, give it!" The crocks wrapped under the shabby cotton clothes were still warm, and the fragrance came out of them.
The apprentice's face was a little red, and he was a little embarrassed. "Let's eat! My master treats me very well, and I usually eat and drink ..."
"What I do is not the same as your Master. The fish bones that you gave me to do are also my intentions, even if I thank you!" Shi Yudao said.
Seeing that he could not quit, the apprentice blushed and accepted, "Well, this is a fish bone promised to you. There will be tomorrow, and you will come again tomorrow."
"Okay. Drink quickly!" Shi Yu urged.
When the apprentice first took the crock, he smelled a seductive scent, and the saliva was secreted. Quickly opened the earthen jar and took a sip, and suddenly opened his mouth in surprise.
"This ... this smell ..."
Shi Yu is very satisfied with his expression, every time he cooks food, doesn't he just expect customers to show such expression?
"How's it going?"
More than good!
The apprentice took another sip, and the soup was warm and fragrant without any fishy smell. The dishes inside are also chewy, with a scent of grass and wood. This is a delicious food he has never tasted. Even Master ’s dishes never tasted like this ...
The two stood facing each other, and suddenly a shout came from them: "Anyway, what are you still doing outside? Don't hurry in to help? Are you stink again?"
Hearing this shout, the apprentice responded quickly: "Come now."
Shi Yu saw that there were still many soup bowls in the crock, so he said, "You might as well be busy first! I will come and get this crock in the afternoon."
"Good!" The apprentice responded, holding the crock jar back to the restaurant.
Not to mention when Shi Yu went back, and said that the apprentice returned to the restaurant. He was originally an apprentice with the kitchen behind him. When you get busy, you still have time to eat, so you have to put the crock in the corner, and get busy.
The place where the earthen jar was placed was not elsewhere, it was the corner of the stove. As the stove fired, the temperature became higher and higher, and the temperature of the earthenware jar also rose.
Gradually, there was a unique fragrance in the kitchen. Those who come to the restaurant to cook will have a sensitive nose and taste. The chef thought it was his own dish. However, several different dishes have been fried, and the flavor has not disappeared, but it is getting stronger and stronger.
So he stood there, sniffing along the fragrance. Smell and sniff, naturally notice the crock in the corner.
When I took the crock jar and opened it, the scent came suddenly. Looking inside, the milky white soup was dipped in vegetables, making people feel the index finger move.
Taking a spoon and taking a sip, the cook's complexion changed dramatically.
"This soup is made by monsters?"
No wonder he thought so. Now in the restaurant, the taste of the dishes made by ordinary ingredients is very bad, and only some ordinary people will order them. If someone who is richer comes to eat, they usually order aura containing ingredients. Rich people are very keen on monsters. The flesh of the monster beast does not contain the aura, and it is fresh and delicious. Take a bite to say that it does not extend life, and the effect of strengthening is always there.
Monsters, like humans, can cultivate and are very powerful. Even low-level monsters are not what they can capture casually. Therefore, major restaurants can only go to risky unions to buy at high prices. However, the monster is always in short supply. For example, their restaurant has not bought a monster for a long time.
And now the soup the chef drank was as delicious as the soup made by the monster, which made him wonder.
But now there are no monster food in the kitchen, so where did this come from?
But after a little cross-examination, the apprentice was soon called out to the chef.
"Master." He shouted uneasily.
The chef shoved the crock in front of him, his voice unpleasant, "This is your thing?"
"Yes."
"Where did you come from? Or where did you steal it from?" Where do most people eat the dishes made by monsters.
"It was given to me by a friend," he said.
"Friend?" The chef raised his eyebrows and continued calmly. "Your friend is so rich that he gave you such a precious soup. Did you know that the soup was made from monster meat?"
"Ah? No!" With her eyes wide open, "but she said it was made of fish bones!"
"Fish bones?" The cook didn't believe it.
"Yeah!" So, without saying what happened.
The chef pondered for a moment, and decided not to cross-examine. He instructed the apprentice, "Don't you say anything about this for the time being, haven't you heard?" But he didn't propose to meet his friend.
If the apprentice is telling the truth, that little beggar can make such a delicious soup with unused fish bones, then he can certainly do it. It ’s just that she has benefited from where she is now, and I ’ll wait to send her more food in the future.
The chef thought so, and slaughtered a few more live fish, and began to cook the fish bone soup in the pot.
As time passed, the soup gradually turned milky white. The chef was so happy that when I saw time was running out, I was busy using a bowl and put it in my mouth, but I almost didn't spray the soup out ...