The soup can be drunk, but it is not particularly delicious.

Jiang Feng drank this small half bowl of cabbage without blanched cabbage, only one slice of pork belly, but a lot of diced beef was sunk to the bottom, the minced onion had been fused with the tomato grains, and it was difficult to taste if it was not visible, it would only make people vaguely feel that there was an onion flavor that was covered by the rich tomato sauce flavor.

Due to the addition of a lot of tomato sauce to the ginger, the color of the soup is like the color of borscht, and the taste is also somewhat like borscht, but as long as you take two sips, you can find that its borscht is completely different.

There is an indescribable strange smell, and at the same time there is an indescribable deliciousness.

This bowl of soup brings warmth, and this warmth is not just brought by temperature. From the moment you enter your mouth, the soup enters your mouth, crosses your esophagus, and finally reaches your stomach, and the warm feeling follows the path of the soup all the way into your stomach and spreads to your limbs and body.

After a small bowl of soup, Jiang Feng only felt that his whole body was warm, as if he was shining by the warm afternoon sun, which was very comfortable, as if he was not in the cafeteria but lying on the sun-drenched lawn with his eyes closed.

"How's it going?" Jiang Jian looked expectant.

"It's delicious, and I feel warm after drinking it. Jiang Feng told the truth, just made a little touch-up.

Hearing Jiang Feng say this, Jiang Jian was suddenly very happy, if it weren't for Xiao Benben's absence, he couldn't wait to remember the time, place, and people and the sentence Jiang Feng just said on the spot.

"I called and asked if my wife's master was still walking below, and the sun was so good today that Master might not have returned. Jiang Jian took out his mobile phone and called Zhang Li as he spoke.

After learning that Jiang Weiming was still basking in the sun below, Jiang Jian found a large bowl filled half a bowl of soup from the depths of the cabinet, took an iron spoon, and went to deliver soup to Jiang Weiming with the bowl.

That bowl Jiang Feng had never seen a similar model in the small cafeteria, and it was estimated that Jiang Jian bought it himself, so he put it directly in the cabinet in order to save trouble, and the reason why he hid it was probably because he was afraid that others would take it by mistake.

As soon as Jiang Jian left, there was no one else in the small kitchen, Jiang Feng walked to the door and looked, and the administrator was not there, so he relaxed and clicked on the attribute panel to see what Jiang Jian's recipe was.

A new character has lit up in the recipe bar.

Ginger Hygiene (1/1)

【Strange Soup B Grade】

Producer: Jiang Hygiene

Menu Details: This is a magical soup full of flaws, but at the same time full of feelings. The wonderful combination of ingredients, simple and rough cooking techniques, and the incomparably precious and incomparably strong feelings contained in it constitute this strange soup with sweet, sour and bitter flavors, which is not the taste of life, but the taste of life. Sweetness comes from the happiness of the family, sourness comes from the concern for the family, and bitterness comes from the worry of the relatives. It is a dish that is born and loved by family, and it will be one of the dishes that the producer is most proud of in his life, and the feeling of warmth can be obtained within two hours of consumption. (If there is a serum within four generations of the same table, it will slightly increase the feeling of warmth.) ）

There is no limit to the number of times this dish can be made.

Friendly reminder: the original producer has a better production effect.

This is a strange soup not a hundred flavor soup, the hundred flavor soup is Jiang Weiming's, and the strange flavor soup is ginger hygiene.

Jiang Feng looked at the details of the dishes and was a little stunned.

It was the first time he had seen such a long and special dish details, and the taste was not emotional enough to make up, Jiang Jian relied on his rich and sunny and positive feelings to make this dish B-grade.

There is also a large half pot of soup in the pot, which is steaming hot, and exudes a fragrance that looks like borscht but is not borscht.

Before tasting this pot of soup, the first thing Jiang Feng thought of when he smelled this taste was definitely borscht, but after tasting that taste, Jiang Feng's first thought was the warmth that filled his whole body.

If you want to use Wang Hao's tone to make a little exaggerated description, it is the feeling of being wrapped in the sun.

The sun shines all over the body, melts into the blood, warm and comfortable.

Jiang Feng thought about it, picked up the bowl he had just drunk and scooped a full bowl again, took a small sip of the soup with the bowl, and ate the meat in a big gulp.

Although this strange soup of ginger hygiene is not very delicious, it does have a unique flavor to drink. There is a kind of magic that wants to drink a second bowl after drinking a bowl, wanting to taste it again even if you drink it, and wanting to drink it again tomorrow after drinking it today.

It's completely different from pure meat ravioli, it's just two extremes.

Just when Jiang Feng was drinking soup in the kitchen, Jiang Jian had already brought the soup to Jiang Weiming.

Today, the sun is good, the number of elderly patients walking and chatting downstairs to bask in the sun is huge, and there is no shortage of family members of patients who send water and fruits.

The elderly patient who was still praising Jiang Weiming for his filial son who had just given him an apple suddenly felt that his son was not so filial, and the apple in his hand was no longer fragrant.

The bowl of soup with ginger hygiene is much more fragrant than apples.

The elderly patient said he also wanted to drink it, the kind that his son cooked by himself.

Former filial son:?

"Master, there are really no ingredients, and I don't know what to make for you, so I made this bowl of 100... Strange soup. Jiang Jian originally wanted to talk about Baiwei soup, but he felt that he couldn't make Jiang Weiming's Baiwei soup at his level, so he changed his mouth to Weiwei soup.

Jiang Weiming took the soup and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you make such a strange soup before, is it a recent research?"

"yes, I've been thinking about this all this time. Jiang Jian subconsciously began to lie.

Jiang Weiming began to drink the soup.

Since he completely lost his sense of taste, eating has become a very mechanical thing, he no longer has expectations for three meals, and he no longer has the habit of commenting on each dish as before.

Eating and drinking has changed from work and enjoyment to the most basic guarantee for survival. I can't taste it, and the texture changes from icing on the cake to painting snakes.

No one may believe it when he says it, during the period of losing his sense of taste, what Jiang Weiming wants to eat most is Jiang Feng's pure meat wontons, he just wants to try whether pure meat wontons can bring him the feeling when he used to eat.

It's really okay not to have a hodgepodge, as long as it can give him the feeling he should have when he eats, even if it's crying and uncomfortable.

Jiang Weiming began to drink the soup.

He found that the sun, which had already had a tendency to set, suddenly became energetic, the sunlight became intense, and it was very warm and comfortable on his body, which was more comfortable than lying on the massage chair and doing a full body massage.

Originally, he had planned to stay down there for another five or six minutes and then go back, but now he just wanted to stay here a little longer, preferably until the sun went down.

The sun became very warm, so warm that you want to close your eyes and enjoy it.

Jiang Weiming closed his eyes comfortably.

After opening his eyes, Jiang Weiming found that there was no sunlight, and the only remaining trace of sunlight was blocked by a cloud.

But the feeling of warmth did not go away.

Jiang Weiming seemed to realize something, glanced at the soup in his hand and took another sip.

He couldn't taste it, but he was happy.

Jiang Weiming drank the soup in small sips to drank it in large gulps, and after drinking the soup, he didn't forget to use a spoon to scoop up all the remaining ingredients in the bowl and eat them clean.

"Do you remember how I told you when you asked me what level you had to learn to become a teacher?" Jiang Weiming asked.

Of course, Jiang Jian remembers: "You said that when I can make the dishes I want to make, I will be a teacher." ”

"Do you remember what kind of dish you wanted to make?"

"I want to make dishes that will be remembered by diners just like you, Master. Jiang Jian was stupid enough to think that this was just a daily master-apprentice Q&A.

Jiang Weiming smiled gently: "Good boy, congratulations, you are finally out of school." ”

"Ding, complete the side quest [Jiang Weiming's Wish], and get the task reward: [A Memory of Jiang Weiming]. ”