Yi Zhiyu gently stirred the bowl of stew with chopsticks, stirred the mellow soup, soy tofu juice and garlic juice together, sniffed the long-lost aroma, and took a sip of the soup first.

As for Lin Qing, who was stunned beside him, and Huang Mingju, his old opponent who had just taken over the boiled fire and looked at him with strange eyes, they were not in Yi Zhiyu's eyes.

At present, as a free immortal, how can my old man care about the eyes of mortals?

He ridiculed him, the breeze caressed the hills, he mocked him, and the bright moon shone on the river.

I've boiled it myself!

Good soup!

As soon as the soup is in the mouth, it feels sticky to the tongue and beats the teeth, which is by no means comparable to the kind of stew that is 'blended' out of the finished product; the slightly hot braised soup rolls twice in the mouth, and the aftertaste rushes straight to the nasal cavity!

This kind of 'strange fragrance' made of pig water and various spices is really a bit overbearing, which makes Yi Zhiyu subconsciously shiver, only to feel that his nose is itchy and all his veins are open, just like he has just taken a puff of high-quality snuff.

The feeling of the past has been restored, and the Yizhiyu at this moment is no longer the authority of the food expert cold noodles in his seventies, but the middle-aged and vigorous man who carried ideals and hopes, and often sneaked into the 'small intestine' to feast on the 'small intestine' when the moon was dark and the wind was high. What kind of expert demeanor do you need at this time, it's all nonsense! Hit the chopsticks heavily, and at the same time pick up a piece of large intestine and a piece of small intestine and stuff it into the mouth......

'What's the most beautiful thing in the world?'

A bowl of boiled boiled is the world, the water is the temple, and the fire is the rivers and lakes. In this temple, there are large and small intestines as kings, and lungs and stomachs as ministers. To put it bluntly, the pork lungs are soft and the pork belly is crispy, both of which are used to enrich the taste, but when it comes to the thick and timeless, the taste is the most layered, and the most satisfying thing has to be the pig intestines!

"Well, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful......"

It's true that they were all mixed in the Kyoto circle back then, and Yi Zhiyu and Huang Mingju have the same problem, learn cat barking when they eat beautifully, and they are greedy for cats......

This group of food experts are all above the top, and ordinary chefs can let them be buried alive in a few words, but when they meet real skilled chefs, these old guys who can eat are actually more unbearable than ordinary diners, and they are all 'addicts' in front of food!

"Why is Yi Lao also this problem?"

While bearing the temptation of the dog ignoring the buns, and at the same time facing Gu Yanan's white eyes, Lu Luxin, couldn't help but peek at Yi Zhiyu, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh.

The review committee of star-rated hotels in Suzhou Province has been established, and now the judges are all in Chudu, and they may launch a surprise attack on major hotels at any time. This is all an old practice, maybe one day a few old men will suddenly appear in Kyushu Dingshi, designate the chefs to make certain dishes to participate in the review, if you can not satisfy these old men, the hotel may be downgraded at any time.

It's just that the relationship between this 'Yi Lao' and Huang Lao is so tense, at this critical moment, you must not provoke it, even if you are not afraid, don't you have to think about it for your senior brother?

In fact, Yi Zhiyu has been immersed in this bowl of stew at the moment, and has already reached the realm of forgetting things and me, empty is boiling, and boiling is empty, where will he care about what others think of his old man?

After the entrance of the pig's intestines, he stood on tiptoe and pushed the tip of his tongue slightly, without biting his teeth, and suddenly a strange fragrant soup similar to the previous 'strange fragrance', but ten times richer, splashed on the taste buds of his tongue.

Just like a hundred flower fairies flying into the sky and scattering flowers, wherever they fall, there are traces of incense; Yi Zhiyu only felt a tingling on the tip of his tongue, like an electric shock, and dozens or hundreds of dark incense pierced into the depths of his tongue at the same time, as if it hit the torture of the depths of his soul!

The stimulation on the tip of the tongue directly made Yi Zhiyu unable to control his teeth, and bit it lightly...... The plump pork intestines were like the top pork belly in the double crispy oil, which made his teeth encounter a slight obstruction, as if he had bitten into a piece of gold cartilage with just the right heat.

"Click!"

There was a leisurely crisp sound from the depths of the eardrum that seemed to come from ancient times, such a crispy pig intestine! Yi Zhiyu suddenly felt a little itchy teeth, but when he bit down again, the pig intestines in his mouth had turned into a ball of softness, the tentacles melted, the oil overflowed, and the intense sense of happiness came along with the pig intestine 'bony protrusion' that he unconsciously swallowed in his throat.

'I walked softly, just as I came gently, releasing balsam, leaving no trace of greasy ......

Yi Zhiyu's old eyes blurred for a while, this is definitely not a simple meal, this is a professional gluttonous and top food dialogue of the century!

With the pig water that has been boiled to the peak and this bowl of soup, even if the fire and fried tofu are still a little imperfect, at first glance, it is definitely not from the hands of Master Xiao Zhou, and it has already made Yi Zhiyu very satisfied.

A whole old bowl of stewed boiling, afraid that there would not be a pound of weight, was eaten clean by Yizhi fish, and there was not even half a drop of soup left.

If he is given a comprehensive score, this stew is no less than the handwriting of Old Man Cheng. If Master Xiao Zhou is willing to make fire and fried tofu himself, he will even be super processed, right?

Forget it, maybe this Xiao Zhou master is deliberately leaving regrets, so that this stew retains some room for improvement, right? Well, anyway, I have to stay in Chudu for more than ten days, and I will come to witness it every day in the future.

But what should we do after ten days? Ignore the dogs, egg cakes, and boil the fire...... I seem to like the food cooked by Chef Xiao Zhou, but I can't eat it when I go back to Kyoto......

"You've eaten it all, Grandpa Yi!"

Lin Qing looked at the old man with resentment, but found that the old man seemed to be wandering into the world, so he didn't pay attention to her at all. In a fit of anger, he directly grabbed the secret egg cake and ate it, and muttered inclearly while eating: "Let's talk about it, tomorrow you can order your own stew, don't rob me again." ”

"Dang!"

Long Potian pulled his head out of the big old bowl, slammed the bowl on the table, wiped the greasy side of his mouth and said, "It's delicious, this is definitely the best braised boiled fire in China!

Such crazy words, no one even objected, even food industry bigwigs like Huang Mingju and Yi Zhiyu nodded slightly after hearing this, expressing their approval.

Huang Mingju and Yi Zhiyu even glanced at each other, and the two old men rarely pinched it again, you look at me and I look at you for a long time, and suddenly they all smiled lightly.

This smile is just like the thawing of the glacier and the rejuvenation of the earth.

After tasting Zhou Dong's boiling fire, the two old men were like Yu Boya and Zhong Ziqi who played 'Mountains and Flowing Water' together, and they actually had a sense of bosom friends.

Top food, sometimes can really turn hostility into friendship...... Looking at Huang Mingju and Yi Zhiyu, Lu Zhiwei's heart was relieved, and he looked at the figure who was still busy in the back kitchen.

If it's just a dog and an egg cake, this boiled fire reflects more than just the kung fu on the white case? I really want to know how this Xiao Zhou master is doing on the stove, and how much does he know about my Lu cuisine?

The decades-long battle for 'national cuisine' may require such a young talented chef to break the game, right?

Lu Zhiwei was thinking about it, when he suddenly heard Long Potian say loudly: "I know that you all have no objections, because I have already summed up a 'law of true fragrance'!"

The content of the law is as follows: as long as it is a delicacy produced by Master Xiao Zhou, everyone does not have to doubt it in the future, it is really fragrant!

I'll take the lead first, Master Xiao Zhou, it's so fragrant!"

"It smells so good!"

"It smells so good!"

"Really fragrant ......"

Gu Yanan, who has always been calm and calm, turned against her image of a cold beauty in the past, and actually raised her jade arm high and shouted: "It's so fragrant!"

Lu Luxin gave her a roll of her eyes: "Please, you are the ancient president of Kyushu Dingshi?"

"Go, go, you ignore me, you cunning fox......"