Chapter 184: The style of the king of flavors

The lid of the pot, which was wet by the steam and became very heavy, was lifted, and a large amount of white gas evaporated, and the richer scent spread in all directions.
Many people from the Lu and Yang two tribes, who had been staring at the two tribes from the beginning of the big tank, couldn't help sucking their noses hard, wanting to put the rich fragrance into their abdomen.
Han Cheng, the son of the Qingque tribe and the first chef, walked over and stood firmly on a wooden pier that was forty centimeters high.
Holding a soup spoon tied with a long wooden stick in one hand, stir a few times in the soup that is three centimeters away from the edge of the tank, and the right hand holding the chopsticks quickly attacked, setting up a piece of miscellaneous from the huge soup spoon. Fineness, put it back in the spoon and use chopsticks to pierce it without much effort.
Han Cheng nodded slightly, and then asked Huoyi to withdraw the large piece of wood that was not fully burned under the big tank. The soup was ready and there was no need to use fire.
But even if the fire is evacuated, the charcoal under the tank can make the haggis soup in the tank boil for a while.
Han Cheng took the pottery bowl handed over by the person next to him, and filled the bowl with some lamb soup.
Only two bowls were filled, and the leaders of the sheep tribe and the green tribe were called to drink.
This bowl is still the same batch used by other tribes at the Huanxi Party. Now it has been cleaned and used to entertain them.
The green tribe also has the leader of the sheep tribe, and they are a little excited about the son of this neighboring tribe who personally served them soup. They are the leaders, and they are more sensitive to status than ordinary people.
The leader of the Green Tribe took the big bowl of some soup from Han Cheng, and after tilting the bowl to blow the heat, he couldn't wait to sip the soup. He was eager to taste the taste of the soup. It's as delicious as the one I had before.
"Ok?"
After the leader of the Green Tribe took a mouthful of the hot soup, he whispered softly, somewhat in disbelief. After smacking his mouth and savoring it, he sipped his mouth and opened his eyes wider.
He removed the big bowl that was almost on his face, and stared at the childlike who was standing on the wooden pier with chopsticks in his hand and smiling at him.
At this time, the leader of the sheep tribe also removed the bowl buttoned on his face. After looking at the leader of the green tribe with a similar expression, he also looked at Han Cheng to see what the son was about to say.
Knowing what the son was going to do, the witch and senior brother looked at the sheep and the leader of the Green Er tribe, secretly smiling.
"￥#%DSX@"
The leader of the Green Tribe paused for a while, holding the bowl, and excitedly said something to the big brother.
Of course, it’s not to praise that the Haggis soup is extremely delicious, but I found that the Haggis soup is the same as the one he cooked in the tribe. Although it can be eaten, it is different from the delicious soup he drank during the joyous meeting. Too much.
Of course this soup is not delicious, because Han Cheng didn't put salt in it.
The leader of the Green Tribe, who has cooked the food himself, didn’t know about putting salt in the soup. It was because the Qingque tribe used to cook soup to entertain them when they were happy. It was the most salted fish of the Qingque tribe. .
The salted fish itself is fed into the salt bag, so there is no need to add additional salt when boiling the soup.
The elder brother waved his hand towards the leader of the Green Tribe, pointed at Han Cheng, motioned him not to speak, and watched the gods do.
Han Cheng took a small jar of salt that had been broken into pieces from a person who was in charge of cooking on weekdays, and tilted the jar towards the leaders of the Lu and Yang tribes so that both of them could see the salt inside.
The leaders of the Lu and Yang tribes were surprised to see the white things in the jar. How could the neighboring tribe keep the winter snow until now? !
Without waiting for them to take a closer look, Han Cheng moved the jar away, and in front of everyone, poured some of the salt into the soup ladle, which was put into the soup pot.
Holding the handle of the spoon with both hands and stirring along, with his movements, more white air rose.
Han Cheng stirred for a while, and when he felt evenly balanced, he stopped his movements and turned to look at the leaders of the Lu and Yang tribes, motioning them to finish the soup in the bowl, and then handed the bowl over.
The two looked at Han Cheng's movements and looked at each other for a moment, and they didn't understand what this kid-like child meant.
It wasn't until the big brother who was standing not far away came up, held their bowl hand, and pushed the bowl to their mouth, that they suddenly realized.
Han Cheng took another half spoon of lamb soup and poured them into the bowls held by the leaders of the Lu and Yang tribes.
This time without him signaling, the two consciously picked up the bowl and began to taste the soup in the bowl.
The eyes of the leader of the green tribe lit up again, and the soup in the bowl in his hand, although the taste was different from the fish soup he had drunk at the party, was the same delicious.
Compared with the one just drunk, it is a heaven and an underground!
After taking a sip, he couldn't help speeding up. There was not too much soup in the bowl, and it soon disappeared.
The leader of the Green Tribe raised his head high, and the bowl was completely tilted.
Waiting with your mouth open until the two drops of soup dangling from the side of the bowl fell into your mouth, before putting the bowl down, recalling the wonderful taste just now, and looking at the little girl beside the child with bright eyes. Jar.
If it weren't for someone who was worried about causing misunderstanding and he and others could not beat this tribe, he would definitely rush to grab the little pot and hold it in his arms.
The reaction of the leader of the sheep tribe was similar to that of the leader of the green tribe ~EbookFREE.me~ and stared at the small pot with stern eyes.
What's in it? After adding some, the original soup becomes so delicious? !
The people of the Qingque tribe who had been full of anticipation on the side saw the leaders of the Lu and Yang tribes showing their expected expressions, and their hearts were refreshed, with kind smiles on their faces.
This feeling of watching the rest of the tribes astonished by their own tribe’s things is really wonderful, more comfortable than sipping delicious haggis soup in your mouth.
"#￥DE@"
The leaders of the Yang and Lu tribes did not care about continuing to drink the soup, and rushed to the big brother, eagerly asking about salt.
Han Cheng watched all this with a smile, poured some into his bowl with a spoon, and took a sip from the heat. His brows wrinkled slightly. As expected, he lost star anise, pepper, cinnamon, etc. There is no spice, no color-changing chili oil, balsamic vinegar, and cilantro to complement each other. This haggis soup tastes so bad that it tastes like later generations.
After tasting some, he didn't want to drink any more. He planned to keep his stomach, and after he had sent these people away, he would cook some mutton.
He thinks it’s not very delicious. People from the Lu and Yang tribes don’t think so. One person holding a large bowl of haggis soup, can’t stop drinking, as if his mouth and tongue are made of stone. Yes, I don't know what it is hot.