Chapter 121:

These two people are so strange, why are there injuries on their hands? Even if Sheng Yaoshan did, the generals would inevitably touch. However, it shouldn't be. He is a magnificent Zhou Wukui. Looking at Zhou, who will hurt him ...
There was a puzzle in gentle heart, but he did not notice Ren Yue Tieqing's face.
And Ren Yue ... Fairy-like son. He loves his body and appearance so much, he seems to care about it too much, not to let others approach him. Besides, Ren Yue ’s sword art workshop spreads its magic, and in the past life and death, gentleness has witnessed the magic of the flower swordsmanship, although in the end, it is outnumbered, but with a block of power and the unwavering calmness, gentleness Even if I was born again, the tragedy and heartbreaking pain of the night seemed like new.
These two, could it be ... this hurt ... it was between him ...
The gentle mind turned around without knowing how many circles, and finally guessed an impossible but factual conclusion.
"Is this really soup?" At this moment, Mr. Song Tao held the soup bowl and stared for a long time.
It was only clear that the soup was like a mountain spring, and poured from the pot into the bowl, clear and clear. At this moment it was quietly placed in its bowl, clear and watery, calm and indifferent.
Mr. Song Tao put the bowl of soup under his nose, a faint, long and long fragrant fragrance, slowly and quietly entering the nasal cavity, like a pleasant guqin rhythm, flowing gently and comfortably into the heart of people, although I can't taste it in my mouth, but my heart is like bathing in the breeze, simmering in the spring rain, soothing and clear.
"Ah!" At the beginning of the entrance, the smell of soup was like a firework that ignited a twist of thread. Under the bland appearance, it was suddenly ignited by the temperature of the entrance, immediately igniting all the taste buds on the tip of the tongue. Blooming on the tongue, between the teeth. In the stomach, in the heart.
Taking a sip of soup slowly, Mr. Song Tao was so happy and contented like a fairy. He seemed to be excited when he wanted to cry. The corners of his eyes were slightly moist, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously raised a beautiful arc.
"It's so delicious, ah, it's so delicious!" Mr. Song Tao sighed.
"It's delicious, it's delicious, this water is delicious!" Just when Mr. Song Tao was overjoyed. Liu Xian danced. He ran forward with an empty bowl. "Sister Wen, this water is so delicious. Xianer is thirsty and wants to drink another bowl."
A prince. Actually called a cook sister in the large court!
Sheng Yaoshan's face was covered with black lines, and he couldn't help whispering, "His Royal Highness Nine, you know that you like the craft of Girl Wen, but you also need to take care of the royal face! If you want to let the people in the palace know, I The general must be charged with poor protection! "
"Judges, the little girl's soup is made from fine soup bones and various ingredients and refined overnight. The taste of the soup is sealed by the temperature of the red clay stove. Because of the little girl's soup, it looks like Clear water, clear color, and light taste, so there is an elegant name, 'Qing Ru Xu'. I wonder if this 'Qing Ru Xu' has followed the will of the judges? " Then he gave Liu Xiansheng a bowl of soup.
"Sister Wen, is this really soup? Soup can actually be made into water!" After Liu Xian heard, the childish voice echoed in the front hall of Zuixianlou.
"Which way can I get clear like this, but only with live water! Girl Wen's soup today is really an eye-opener for the husband. The San Qing realm is really good. Girl Wen has got a deep taste." Mr. Song Tao scratched his beard He first praised.
"Ask the channel to be as clear as this, but only with live water." Ren Yue held the soup bowl, looked at it for a while, then drank it, and then looked at the soup bowl again, murmured in his mouth, and repeated Mr. Song Tao's evaluation. .
"It's absolutely impossible to make soup into this kind of appearance!" Master Zhao started to shoot the case and was shocked.
"I think in Xianyang City, the restaurant is Zuixianlou. If you are a famous chef in Zuixianlou, it is Wen Shouzheng, but the girl Wen is still young, and she has inherited so many of the best of Chef Wen. It's gratifying! "Lord Zhao continued to express his inner feelings.
"Master Wen, these are the things you taught Wen girl!"
"Master Chef, yes, I haven't seen you do this before! It's so hidden!"
For a while, the crowd, whether from the drunk Xianlou or the folks of Xianyang, praised the girl Wen, and really boasted Wen Shouzheng.
Indeed, no one knows the magical rebirth. The world only knows that gentleness is Wen Shouzheng's daughter, and gentleness has been following Wen Shouzheng to learn to cook.
Even Master Qiao and Qiao Zizhang are also proud, because whether it is Chef Wen or Girl Wen, they are all drunk Xianlou!
The people in Zuixianlou have face, the face of the owner of Zuixianlou is even more glorious.
"Ahem, Mr. Song Tao, and Master Zhao, should we first choose the place in which the soup is due?" Boss Lu reminded softly.
"Ah yes, the old man forgot about it for a while, but forgot the business." Mr. Song Tao returned to Shinto.
"I don't know if Mr. Songtao has an idea?" Master Zhao turned to his side, although he was facing Mr. Songtao, but he couldn't help glancing at the fact that he had just filled the empty empty bowl.
"In this test, Chef Zhang's miscellaneous fish soup is delicious and extremely hearty." Mr. Song Tao said loudly, and then stopped again.
Hearing this, Chef Zhang's face suddenly showed a proud look, "Mr. Song Tao praised me for coming! Great, this does not mean ..." Chef Zhang was full of joy.
"However, Rouya ’s bowl is so clear, it has faded its gorgeous appearance, and it is restored to the original quality of soup, soup, soup, and soup made from water. The ingredients are dissolved in water and then cooked to make a soup. Now soup It is commendable to show people the essence of Shimizu. Whether it is skill or mind, it is a first-class gem! Only in this world can the highest state of soup be represented by such clearness! Today, fortunate to taste, this life is enough Hey! "When Mr. Song Tao said these words, he was still calm at first, but at the end, he was a little emotional, and the soft words in the weekdays were finally impassioned and exciting.
This is the magic of soup!
"Mr. Song Tao means ..." Master Qiao whispered.
"I choose Rou girl! In this round, the girl is the winner! No one can fight!" Mr. Song Tao raised his bowl to make it clear.
"I also choose Girl Wen!" Qiao Zizhang followed, his eyes radiated with admiration. Although he drank a gentle soup, his heart was full of the girl's shadow and skill.
"Rou girl wins!" Lord Zhao immediately expressed his attitude.
"I also choose Rou girl!" Master Qiao expressed his firmness.
"Rou girl!" Li treasurer did not hesitate, and raised the soup bowl in his hand.
"And me! Of course I choose Rou ... Sister Wen!" Liu Xian drank his second bowl of Qing Ru Xu, licked his lips, and opened it.
"Boss Lu, everyone has stated their position, I don't know about you ..." Master Qiao asked kindly.
"I ... I also choose Girl Wen ..." Boss Lu hesitated, opened his mouth several times, but stopped again, and finally chose gentle Qingru.
Chef Zhang's eyes are full of dissatisfaction!
"Well, a girl, what can you do! Isn't it a bowl of clear water! As amazing as you said!" Chef Zhang was dissatisfied, pushing gently, raising his hand to fill a bowl from the gentle casserole. Tang, just about to get in his mouth, really choked.
"This soup ... is so clear ..." Chef Zhang was dumbfounded.
Too late to smell the soup and sip it eagerly.
Chef Zhang is there.
Full of anxiety, dissatisfaction and anger, at this moment, like taking a happy hot bath, it is soothing and open-minded.
This bowl is so clear. From head to toe, Chef Zhang's jealousy is smoothed out from the inside out.
"Master Zhang, Rouer is very young, and the qualifications for admission are still insufficient. He is not as good as Chef Zhang. Master Zhang has tasted Rouer's soup. Please enlighten me!" He smiled softly and smiled lightly.
Chef Zhang just froze there, holding an empty bowl, open his mouth, but couldn't say a word.
"Not arrogant and impatient, act low-key, be kind to others, and ask for advice with an open mind." Ren Yue stood aside, the soup bowl in his hand was already down, and the words in his mouth were gently reclined.
"Ren San, what are you muttering by yourself? Praise it loudly, don't you say, how did people know you like it!" Sheng Yaoshan didn't know if he didn't really hear it clearly, or did it deliberately. The recent Ren Yue, patted his shoulder heavily, and the shock was so strong that Ren Yue frowned slightly.
"To appreciate the lotus, you must look at it from the distance. If you say so, go straight to smell it, and even fold it into the bottle, and you will not disappoint the elegance of the lotus! The rough man is the rough man! The vulgar!" Not taking Sheng Yaoshan's words, he said sourly, turned around and left.
The fluffy white clothes and wide sleeve robes rolled up slightly because of a hand injury, exposing the bright and white arms, lining the fingers wrapped in gauze, which became even more pity.
"What do you say ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Waiwei, obviously a man, always turning corners, talking like a girl, don't understand what you are talking about! Girl Wen, the soup you make Good! I like it! "Sheng Yaoshan sighed as he looked at Ren Yue's far away, turning his face to expressing his preferences directly and tenderly, the sound was loud and open-minded, and everyone in the audience heard it.
Of course, Ren Yue also heard that at this moment he had just walked to the door and had not yet left.
"I like it." These three words really made Ren Yueyu's legs stop and paused there.
Ren Yuetton couldn't move. I didn't know why. There was a slight soreness. It was just a faint strike. It was like a little hand, but he clenched his heart tightly, just grabbed it. Quickly let go again.
Ren Yue's face remained calm and without any expression, and he sighed softly, stepping out of the front hall.
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