Chapter 209: Deep love and shallow

In fact, cooking is very talented. To be honest, Ivey's talent, even the unfathomable Wang Jingjing, is awe-inspiring. It feels like he is a rare encounter in a thousand years, no, ten thousand years... well, no matter how long he will never meet a peerless genius.
In his early years, Wang Jingjing left the legend of "true fragrance" everywhere in order to search for the world's delicacies.
He didn't understand the true meaning of Zhenxiang until he met Ivy. This is really...it can't be called irony. Maybe it's a kind reminder from God-if there is a God.
Ivey’s skills are very immature in his opinion. Even after intensive training, it is far from a top chef like him. However, Ivey’s passion for cooking, creative thinking, and wonderful techniques, The understanding of the taste, the mastery of the ingredients, the...In short, he can be shocked every time, shocked and shocked until numb.
This guy may be born a chef-perhaps directly the reincarnation of God of Cooking.
Pooh!
Later Wang Mirror changed his thoughts, because that was a genius in every aspect, this world is really unfair.
A few old men watched Wang Crock cooking fascinatedly. Even if they watched the cooking skills for decades, they still didn't know enough, and each time they brought people a different experience.
Finally, they retracted their eyes and bet on Ivey's side.
Is this guy giving up on himself now? Fortunately, it wouldn't be a pity to turn around and bury his body under the plum tree.
Humph, young man who doesn't know what to do.
Master Wang Cang is making the final seasoning, and his main course has been made.
A huge jade plate with a black, square house-like thing on it. There was some soup and some seasoning on it.
"This is my work-it's hard to meet and to leave."
"Oh, it looks delicious." Ivey smacked his lips.
He used a silver knife to gently bloom the roof, and a sweet fragrance came out. He cut a small piece and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly, sweet, sad, bitter, and these flavors slowly mixed into a faint sad taste.
Tears flowed from the corner of Ivey's eyes, which is probably sorrow.
"Hey, Pharaoh, it's just one dish, why are you making it so salty?"
He opened his mouth, haha, exhaling, the expression that should have been given to the spicy taste, but now it gave the salty taste, how salty do you think it is.
"Oh, sorry, I used the dragon’s favorite "Phoenix Sweat" in the final seasoning... It doesn’t matter. The advantage of the magic dish is that it has an adjustment knob. The key to the success of a dish is Taste ratio."
Well, I believe in your ghost.
A gleaming magic enveloped the entire dish, and some things in the dish floated out, forming a more charming taste.
"This is the sweat of Phoenix. I evaporated 99% of it, and the rest is more refined. The whole dish is improved by one grade. This is the final process. I was just testing whether you are a gourmet and whether you can judge me correctly. The final result, I was very disappointed."
Ivey shook his head and said that he didn't even believe a punctuation mark just said the old guy.
Stop the nonsense, it's just your own mistakes, but fortunately, there are remedial measures for this dish, which is just right. Humph, I'm so young and knowledgeable.
Although complaining, Ivey has to admit that this dish is really delicious.
However, all this has just begun.
After the house was opened, Ivey was surprised.
It is normal for a chef to make some layers in his work, such as hiding rice in chicken, lamb in fish belly, and poison in human appetite... well, that doesn't count.
It’s hard to say goodbye when you meet. In Ivey’s imagination, there will be a man and a woman in the house, sitting opposite each other, and even sleeping together. Some chefs with heavy tastes will even... talk.
And now, there is only one bed, one person, one water glass, one miss, and one box set...cough cough, this is a brain supplement.
It's just that the man's expression is so lifelike, Ivey saw from his face-himself, and the first love that went away.
He gently brought the smell into his mouth, and was already drunk.
Deep love is always intoxicating.
After a long time, with a strange expression on his face, he suddenly stood up and bowed to Wang Ju in a serious face.
"It was really rude just now, thanks to the hospitality, I really learned a lot this time."
Wang Cang also picked up his expression and replied with a solemn posture and tone, saying:
"I'm glad that you like this dish, it can bring you a different feeling, I am honored. At the same time, thank you for your understanding of me."
What type of situation is this?
Huo Hong was very surprised. The others were not surprised, and they had a much better impression of Ivey.
At the end of a while, let him die instantly. For such diners, we must give sufficient respect.
"Such an opportunity is very rare. You can try it too, hoping to bring you a new insight~EbookFREE.me~ Ivey handed the tableware to Huo Hong.
Then he lightly leaned aside, closed his eyes and rested his mind, and at the same time transformed the harvest from the tip of his tongue into motivation for practice.
This is also the reason why many chefs like to travel and communicate. Their own perceptions must be inspired by others to further improve.
Huo Hong was full of doubts, she put the first bite of food into her mouth, and then her eye sockets instantly moistened. Although I have long heard of Master Wang Cong's name "difficult to meet each other, and also difficult to leave", it was only after thundering in the mouth today that I understood the true meaning of the world.
She couldn't help thinking of Quan Jian, the man who had been with her since the orphanage.
Falling in love with a scumbag is a sin for a lifetime, perishable forever, hell.
Just as the darkness swallowed her, a ray of light suddenly turned into a man's appearance and appeared in front of him.
She opened her dim teary eyes, smiled barely, and said to Ivey:
"I want to eat what you cook."
"OK, just a second."
In the eyes of everyone's surprise, Ivey suddenly moved.
There were several afterimages in his hand, but each movement was so clear that it gave everyone a feeling of performing the shadow avatar technique, even though there is no such technique in this world.
Dangwai, the old man named Li dropped the spoon in his hand to the ground, and it did not arouse the attention of others.
Because other people are not much better. The other two old ladies also seem to have committed Alzheimer's disease early. They didn't say a word in a daze... Couldn't this be a who came to tease us?
According to legend, the God of Cookery is not such a boring god.
They knew too well that Ivey's basic operating state at the moment was the possession of the legendary God of Cookery.