Chapter 1140: Mai boss, too stingy!

"My God! It's so sweet!!!"
The eyes of everyone fell on the large jar of wine placed on the stove at the entrance of the restaurant. The closed altar was opened, and the incredible scent came from the jar. [~New~思~路~中~文~手打]
If the scent of the previous river fresh soup is tempting, then the scent is amazing, from nothing, just a cover-up action.
The aroma overflowed, and almost instantly overshadowed the scent of the river fresh soup, seafood, meat, mushrooms... and a touch of wine, the wonderful combination brought an incredible fragrance, which made people fall into it. .
The onlookers who were still ridiculed in the past will close their mouths and swallow their eyes at the jars next to McGonagall. What is there? Why exude such a wonderful taste!
"This... how could this be..." The bald man opened his mouth, although he did not want to admit it, but the scent that poured into the nose has destroyed most of his confidence.
"This is the Buddha jump wall? The fragrance is indeed above the river fresh soup, but the soup is more than the taste." Sith slowly clenched his fist and said to himself in his heart that his eyes had become a little nervous.
"This fragrance... is too good!" Randy's hand-picked river prawn forgot to put it in his mouth, slightly open his mouth, unconsciously stretching his neck and looking in the direction of the jar.
"This fragrance, how is it possible!" Candace, who was bowing his head and drinking the soup, suddenly looked up and looked at McGonagall in disbelief.
Robert, Philippe and Avis also stopped the spoon in their hands, and looked at Meg in amazement, apparently shocked by the scent.
"Boss, do you really want to use this small bowl? Is it too small?" Yabei Mia came up with a stack of small bowls, whispering.
"They don't give money, a small bowl is almost the same." McGonagall's quiet little voice, took a small bowl and began to simmer.
The six small bowls of Buddha jumped in the wall, and there were four small pieces of ingredients in each bowl, each of which was different.
"Give a few judges and the boss of the Sith." McGonagall put down the spoon, then smiled and looked at the crowd: "The Buddha jumped the wall, please taste."
A bowl of bowls of Buddha jumped to the front of the jury, and the last bowl was given to the Sith.
McGonagall picked up the bowl of river fresh soup that Sith had handed to him, and Sith gestured, then took a sip with a spoon, the taste was warm, the fragrance was pleasant, and the freshness of the river was perfectly released, and there was no The astringency is indeed a good bowl of soup, which has beaten most of the chefs.
"Good soup." McGonagall cocked a thumb to Sith, and then put the bowl aside. He had just eaten too much, and he really couldn't drink a bowl of soup.
The mouth of the Sith moved a bit and glanced at the bowl that was placed by McGonagall. He couldn’t see the words of McGonagall, or praised it.
The Buddha jump wall has been placed in front of the judges. Compared with the big bowl of the river fresh soup, the small bowl of Shengfo jumping wall looks a little pocket. It is estimated that only about one-fifth of the river fresh soup.
"Although the smell of this soup is tempting, but this boss is too stingy? It only gave such a small bowl." Some passers-by could not help but spit.
However, most people's eyes are now focused on the five judges. Both sides have already presented a soup, and whoever can win this matchup is in the hands of the judges.
"This soup...how is it done?" Candace looked at the brown soup in the small bowl in front of him. There was a transparent shark's fin in the soup. It seemed to be chicken. There is a piece that seems to be some kind of fungus, and a piece of meat that I don't know.
She has been in Luodu for more than 40 years. Most of the chefs are friends and have tasted countless foods. I have never seen such a soup that is so aggressive and so aggressive.
Moreover, this kind of aggression is not repulsive. On the contrary, when there is a kind of contact, you want to get rid of it, and let him face his own impulse.
Of course, this wording is a bit inappropriate, but this is her mood now.
The seemingly messy combination, but perfectly blended into an irresistible scent, is really incredible.
Soup has always been regarded as a side dish on the table.
But if there is a table in front of it, even if it is a palace feast, the smell of this soup has made it an absolute protagonist.
The previous performance of Meg's pride made her very impressed with him, but the soup in front of her made her impulsive to try.
"As a fair judge, tasting is a matter of content, then I will try to take a bite." Candice persuaded himself, then took a spoon and took a spoonful of soup and fed it into his mouth.
The delicious soup, slowly infiltrating the taste buds, and then like a blast of wind, set off a crazy trio!
The freshness of the seafood, the mellowness of the meat, the scent of the fungus... all kinds of tastes come out one by one, and the intoxicating movement is played on the tip of the tongue.
"Oh! Unbelievable taste! How to blend in with such a variety of ingredients in a small soup, not only is it not the slightest abrupt, the rich layering is addictive, this is a master cooking skill, amazing. After swallowing the soup, Candice couldn't help but admire.
When the words were exported, she felt that something was wrong. She could look at the wonderful bowl of Buddha in front of her, but she couldn’t say the words of disobedience. It was a shackle of her own beliefs and persistence for decades.
The crowds on the crowd were quiet for a while, and they all showed amazement.
The cooking queen was previously stunned by McGonagall. Now it is such a sacred Buddha's jump wall, which is incredible?
"Mc boss, it really never disappoints." Philippe looked at the small bowl in front of him, and the tears in his eyes flashed a spoonful of soup and fed it into his mouth.
In his career, there was once Waterloo, the last time McGonagall and Ricky's showdown. As an excellent poison tongue critic, he could only spit the boss too stingy, which made him feel good about himself. Career has generated great doubts.
To this end, he stopped writing for a week, and then regrouped and decided to go to the Mimi restaurant to pick up the thorns and regain confidence.
From that day on, his every day is Waterloo.
Waterloo is cool for a while, and it has been slippery all the time.
So far, he still only sums up one point: Mai boss, too stingy!
This……
It’s really desperate.
The delicious soup simmers in the taste buds, and the rich layers of the dozens of ingredients are amazing, and the fusion of the delicious is addictive, just like squatting in the warm spring water, comfortable to sleep.
"Sure enough... Mai boss is still too stingy!"
Philippe opened his eyes and looked at the little bowl, bursting into tears.
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