Chapter 117:

"Oh?" Wen Shouzheng looked in surprise.
I saw gentle eyes, staying on a dense sheet of handwriting.
Wen Shou didn't know a few words. Although he was curious, he couldn't read it. I had to pile up a smile in the corner of my eyes, and said, "Rouer, read it fast, what is written on it?"
"Dad, this is exactly what I want to do!" Wen Rou ignored the requirements of Wen Shouzheng and jumped up from the ground in excitement.
Full kitchen to find ingredients: chicken racks, lamb bones, beef bones, pork bones, bacon, reed silk, all kinds of mushrooms, bean sprouts, bean skin, day lily ...
After a while, almost all the ingredients from Wen Shouzheng's kitchen in Wen's kitchen appeared on the small stove, piled up like a hill, rich and attractive.
"Dad, is there spring in the house?" Gentle turned and asked Wen Shouzheng.
"Yes! I took some back when I was at the drunk Xianlou banquet last time!" Wen Shouzheng grinned.
Sure enough, the post-cook chef has poor oil and fat. Some of the Zuixianlou have the Wen family; those of the Zuixianlou have the Wen family too! I thought that at the beginning of that day, I came to Zuixianlou and wanted to use spring water for food and tea. However, there is actually spring water in the mountains in Wen's kitchen!
Gently covering her mouth with a smile, she shook her head. Although her father's behavior was somewhat criticized, but now the critical moment, it came in handy!
Wash all the ingredients one by one, put them in a large-sized pot and simmer the water to remove the blood water, blood foam, suffocation and fishy smell.
Seeing Wen Shouzheng was stunned: "Rouer, can these be cooked together?"
"Dad, rest assured, the ancient genealogy sent by Chef Gao is very reliable! It can always show unexpected results at critical moments!" Gentle while holding the floating foam in the pot, soothing Wen Shouzheng's uneasy one heart.
However, with so many ingredients put into the pot, the liveliness and richness of the pot can be imagined.
Wen Shouzheng was secretly worried: this big pot material is boiled into a soup, how thick and thick the soup is! Can the flavor be reconciled?
Gentleness completely ignores Wen Shouzheng's mind. Stand just by the side of the pot, stirring occasionally, and sometimes closing the lid. If you are in a no-man's land, you will be very busy.
That night, the Wen family's kitchen was brightly lit and bright until dawn.
Wen Shouzheng watched side by side first, and then he couldn't support it. He passed a chair by hand and sat up with his buttocks. Then he leaned on the back of the chair and looked at Wenrou standing tiredly.
Eyelids are getting heavier. The head is getting heavier. Don't know when. Wen Shouzheng fell asleep.
When I woke up again, I was awakened by a faint scent.
Under the dim kerosene lamp, the gentle, thin and serious figure gently lifted the large pot lid, sulking in the mist. Wen Shou was rubbing his eyes hard. This familiar movement is like a stream of water, although at the age of thirteen, this devotion and love for food is the self known as the "chef" at the time, which can not be compared with it.
The sound was getting closer outside the window, and it was late at night. This girl really stood by the stove and the pot all the time?
Isn't it a selection contest? Just because of her own reasons, she has to let the girl be followed. in fact. Rouer doesn't have to be so troublesome. With her age and qualifications, no one can say anything even if she can't do it well. But this girl was so serious, she was so stubborn. Even obsessed!
There was a blur in front of Wen Shouzheng's eyes, and there seemed to be a flame burning in his chest, a sense of strength, and straight from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
"Rouer, Dad is here to help you prepare!" Wen Shouzheng strode forward.
"Dad, are you awake?" Gently turned his cheeks and smiled sweetly.
"This is ..." When Wen Shouzheng was close to the pot and wanted to find out, the scene inside the pot really surprised him!
I saw that before, it was still a pot of miscellaneous soup, chaos, and chaos soup soup that could not see the famous. At this moment, it was clear. Various soup bones, fractures, white and soft bone marrow were ready to come out. The ingredients are slightly rippling between the bones. It seems to be boiled and blended with the soup; the flavored soup base, from a thin body, is getting bigger and thinner, as if to stew again. After cooking for a while, you will never see it again.
"Rouer! This soup ..." Wen Shou was surprised at the front, holding her finger on the pot, and couldn't speak for a moment.
"Dad, thanks to your spring water and the ancient history of Chef Gao!" He smiled softly and shallowly, turned and took a piece of moist gauze from the basin next to him, and spread it gently on the cutting board. Immediately, he grabbed a square chicken breast from the plate in front of him and placed it flat. He ran two chopping knives freely from the knife holder with two hands, and a soft arc appeared at the edge of the knife.
"Oh." The continuous chopping sound sounded again, and the original piece of chicken breast was intact and flat, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into a pile of chicken velvet under the gentle hands, cut, rubbed, turned the knife and cut ... If it was a few times, the chicken was so fragrant that Wen Shouzheng couldn't believe it. How could Rouer be trained with such a brisk knife? On weekdays, I have never taught her this kind of work!
When Wen Shouzhen was in a trance, Gentle had wrapped the cut chicken velvet in gauze, twisted it gently, and a small parcel was ready.
"Rouer, does this have to be cooked in soup?" Wen Shouzheng was puzzled.
"Dad, this is not the soup material, this is the magic weapon to make the soup reborn!" A gentle and mysterious smile, the white and slender fingers gently grasped the end of the gauze, so that the end wrapped with the velvet chicken was immersed in the soup pot, only Then take a light turn and swim around, the broth in the pot becomes clearer instantly.
Look at the other end of the gauze, there are some fine particles in the soup.
"Rouer, is this pot of soup made in this way ?!" Wen Shouzheng's eyes glowed with excitement.
"Dad, this is what the chef Gao said in the ancient book, but it also requires the father's spring water to cook the soup!" Gentle smiled.
"Rouer, is this big pot of soup all made of spring water ..." Wen Shouzheng responded violently, looking at the jar containing the spring water, it turned out to be empty, Wen Shouzheng turned the jar upside down and fell down hard. Down, can't even drop a drop of spring water!
"I'm really out of it ..." Wen Shouzheng pouted, something empty in his heart, like this jar. Moreover, there is a kind of sorrow overflowing in a faint light, slowly covering his whole heart.
"Dad, of course, good steel must be used on the blade! This soup, if there is no father's spring water, must not reach such a state of sanqing!" Gentle chicken continued to make aside, slowly comforting the distressed Wen Shouzheng.
"Oh! This spring water from the mountain. It is not so easy to get it. If you want to use it again, I don't know how long it is going to wait!" Wen Shouzheng sighed gently, holding the jar in his arms, his eyes casual Turned around gentle hands.
It was an ordinary pot filled with gauze and used chicken velvet. It was yellow, discolored, and dirty ... Is this all consumed by this girl tonight? Her young age and weak strength, not to mention chopping the chicken meat, is to be able to stand by the pot all the time. and. During the day, the girl tried a full noon!
Wen Shouzheng's heart suddenly hurt again. Despite being tired, her daughter-in-law just wanted to make her dream province, but she was distressed by a pot of spring water here!
"Rouer, take a rest. Dad!" Wen Shouzheng said.
"Dad, I'm not tired. You have been with me all day. Go to the meeting. Besides, you still have injuries on your hands. If you have a bad rest, you will get more water. It will be even harder! Not to mention this Rouer wants to complete the game independently, so he can really check Rouer's level. Dad has to support Rouer! "Gentle gently put Wen Shouzheng to the side, and he was very persuasive, so Wen Shouzheng was willing to sit by For a while.
This night was spent in the mutual support of the father and daughter, one was too busy to sleep and forget to eat, and the other was pain in the eyes.
at the same time. In the residence of Mr. Song Tao in the suburbs, there were also two people who had no sleep overnight.
Sheng Yaoshan was probably too excited during the day. Mr. Song Tao's conclusion with soup not only brought anticipation for tomorrow's game, but also caused Sheng Yaoshan to sweat not only for gentleness.
I do n’t know how Tang Wen will fight! There are hundreds of soups in the world, and the tastes of all people are difficult to reconcile. This topic is really easy and difficult.
Sheng Yaoshan couldn't sleep over and over in bed, instead of being tortured by thoughts, he got up and left the house, afraid of disturbing Mr. Song Tao's good dreams. He walked out of the courtyard lightly, and came to the pond where he pulled up the lotus. side.
The moonlight in winter was a bit cold, and the bright silver spear behind Sheng Yaoshan shone in the moonlight.
I was so anxious that I was so anxious. Seventeen-year-old Sheng Yaoshan pulled out his spear and waved wildly under the moon, expressing the inner depression of the heroic teenager.
The moon was shining, the hero shot his gun at the edge of the pond, and Xiao Suo's withered lotus silhouetted against the hero's stretched figure. His spear was in his hand, and he was very powerful. Although the hero waved quietly, the infinite chivalry was full of joy.
"Oh!" A silver light fell from the sky on the moon, and a faint cloud fell with Sheng Yaoshan along with that light.
Dianguang seems to be lightly placed on the bright silver lance of Sheng Yaoshan, but it makes a sound of violent metal impact, "click!"
Sheng Yaoshan is not surprised ~ EbookFREE.me ~ There is a flash of excitement on Yingqi's pressing face.
"Can't you sleep?"
"Oh, dancing under the moon is really an event, how can Ren Yue miss it!" Ren Yue gently closed the silver soft sword around his waist, and his deep eyes did not look at Sheng Yaoshan at all, but looked up at the night sky. The crescent moon seems to be contemplating the moon, and it is like nothing at all. The night sky was lacquered, and Ren Yue's eyes were better than the dark, so that he could not see the bottom.
After the moon, the gentle soup was finally absorbed, and finally became clear and watery. The girl's eyes were brighter and brighter and more charming than the moonlight tonight.
"Dad, almost, this soup will be able to participate in the game tomorrow!" Gentle and carefully filled out a bowl and handed it to Wen Shouzheng.
"Rouer! This soup!" Wen Shouzheng was frightened, holding a white porcelain bowl in his hand, and the white porcelain bowl contained ...
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