"Try it, and if you're satisfied, give it a thumbs up. ”

"Also, be sure not to eat overlord meals!"

Xia Yu said solemnly.

Mrs. Tang and the middle-aged man next to her stared at the fish pot on the tray.

The camera pulls in at the right time to give a close-up of the dishes, and the audience is rioting.

A pot full of soup, crystal clear, with three Matsue sea bass in it.

The point is that these three fish have been fried and boiled in two processes, and the skin is so smooth that it looks like an angler has just fallen back from Matsue, which is frightening at first glance.

"W-This isn't a live fish?"

"Stupid, pay attention to the green onion on the body of the fish! There is also a 'word knife', do you see the knife flower around the body of the fish, this is a dead fish!"

Plain!

Tasteless!

Xia Yu's fish soup, there is nothing more to say, in addition to the clear and colorless soup in the clay pot, it is the green onion that is embellished with a trace of green.

"Tempeh?"

However, after all, it was an old man, his eyes were vicious, Mrs. Tang pointed to a few black beans hidden by the fish under the clay pot fish, and her eyes showed a smile, "Did you add some extra tempeh in addition to the medicinal soup?"

"Yes. ”

Xia Yu replied calmly, and his words changed, "But this tempeh is not another tempeh." ”

This tempeh, not the other tempeh?

The words that seemed like a dumb riddle spread to the venue, and suddenly caused a dense whisper.

Mrs. Tang was stunned for a moment, but in just two or three seconds, her brain reacted, and there was a hidden realization in her eyes, "I see, I probably understand your idea......"

The middle-aged man next to the old lady is obviously an important figure in the Tang family, who helped the old lady to the stage before, and now sits beside her, and her status and identity are self-evident. He pressed his chin against his chin and stared curiously at Xia Yu's delicate face, "Did you use two different kinds of tempeh?"

Xia Yu smiled and nodded, "Your Excellency is right, I know that I can't hide it from you." ”

"Ahh

At the same time, in the box above their heads, Li Han, Tang Yuqiong, and Wu Yingying also reacted very quickly, "I understand!"

Zhao Zhen, who has hairpins on bangs and a waist skirt and undergarment, is squatting on an embroidered pier, looking over the windowsill to see the fish soup. Separated by about ten meters away, Zhao Zhen sniffed his delicate nose, and there was a naughty smile on his face when he thought about it, and he was a lively women's clothing boss, "Medicinal, it's 'light tempeh'." ”

"Eat, it's 'salted tempeh'!"

He solved the mystery at once.

"Light tempeh and salted tempeh, although they are both tempeh, the production method is completely different. To make light tempeh, the process is cumbersome, to take mulberry leaves, Artemisia annua decoction, soak soybeans in decoction water, and then use boiled mulberry leaves, Artemisia annua to cover soybean fermentation, this is the first step of fermentation, and the second step, abandon the redundant impurities of mulberry leaves Artemisia annua, wash the newly fermented soybeans, put them into a closed container, and then stuff for ten days and a half months, the aroma overflows, you can take out the steaming, dry it......"

Judging platform, Wei Qinglian said.

At this time, on and off the stage, Wei Qinglian and Mrs. Tang were overlapping.

"As for salted tempeh, when making, there is no need to add mulberry leaves, artemisia annua and other Chinese medicinal materials, just simple cooking and fermentation, but due to the different details of the production process, there are many schools of light salty tempeh. ”

After Mrs. Tang finished speaking, she sniffed a hint of the faint smell of medicinal herbs that permeated the soup, "So, what kind of light tempeh and salted tempeh did you use?"

Wei Qinglian was also staring at him.

"Taste it—" Xia Yu just smiled and made a gesture of please, and this was his answer.

"Is that ......?"

Mrs. Donald was slightly amused.

"Mother, please use!" The middle-aged man next to him took the initiative to take the bowl and spoon and scoop the soup, especially when taking the fish, he seemed cautious, a spoonful and a tail of fish were perfectly packed in a white porcelain bowl, not broken.

Just out of the pot and on the table, the soup and fish are hot, Mrs. Tang has no idea about the fish, take a look, and take a spoon to send a mouthful of hot soup into her mouth.

Hey!

The old man's surprise was written on his face.

It is obviously a hot and even hot fish soup, but it is unexpectedly cool when imported, and it does not put any pressure on the mouth and tongue.

In addition, the seemingly light soup turns into a rich fish juice liquid when imported.

Isn't the sea bass delicious?

The medicinal soup is comfortable, right?

What if it's delicious and comfortable?

The collision and overlapping taste is simply a match made in heaven.

"Wait, what about the herbs!" Mrs. Donald's eyes barely kept a trace of sanity, and the spoon sent hot soup to her mouth again, "Ganxiang, cinnamon, star anise, cloves, sannai, white tofu......"

All of a sudden, Mrs. Tang ate all the medicinal materials inside.

Just because she can eat it doesn't mean that she can understand the melody of these herbs around "tempeh", which is the mysterious spice formula.

"Two melodies, how did he get them?"

At the same time, Wei Qinglian was on the judging table, her expression frozen.

In the mouth, the delicious fish soup is mixed with 'salted tempeh', and the already fragrant tempeh is like a multiplication symbol in the spice formula, and the deliciousness of the fish soup has multiplied and lost.

But that's just the first melody.

Fish soup is imported from the throat and esophagus into the body.

Wow –

Wei Qinglian's eyes, which had been washed away by the torrent of freshness and became hollow, suddenly rose with greenery.

The mulberry leaves and artemisia annua implied by 'light tempeh' explode, and another world emerges.

When I opened my eyes, there was a ridge of the field, and the mulberry leaves were in the growing season, lush and verdant.

Under the slope of the ridge is a stream, in which the perch frolicks, and Wei Qinglian only feels as if she is a female medicine customer who returns from collecting medicine, perhaps tired from the journey, lying on the slope, the medicine basket full of Artemisia annua resting beside her, she clasped her knees and quietly stared at the swimming fish in the stream, and the clouds gathered and spread overhead......

She is still, as if frozen in time, but the environment around her is changing, the clouds are rolling around, day and night are changing.

A lock!

Lock the door!

In the end, as far as the eye could see, it turned into a dark room with no fingers visible, and Wei Qinglian could only see the door that overflowed with metallic luster, and the glittering lock.

"Bang!

"I'm going out—"

Unspeakable panic hit, Wei Qinglian kept banging on the door, and suddenly, her ears heard a crisp snapping sound, it was the lock that was broken, and the solid door was opened, and she rushed out desperately.

Ho!

Looking back, it's already a reality.

In the position of the main judge, the snort was chaotic, Wei Qinglian opened her mouth slightly, and spit out a trace of fresh fragrance, "Did it save me?" There was gratitude in her eyes, but as soon as the words blurted out, she was stunned like thunder.

If it was Wei Qinglian in her girlhood, she would definitely be shocked, and now Wei Qinglian suppressed the shock in her heart.

"I see......," she murmured, this time she really understood.

"Imprisoned, saved!"

The old lady in the audience was also shaking her hands, and the spoon shook obviously.

Next to her, the middle-aged man who called her mother froze in her chair, her eyes bewildered by the spice formula.

And this kind of operation?

The head of the Tang family was frightened, and took the initiative to speak into the microphone: "The ultimate umami, any qualified top chef can construct it, and any special nirvana recipe can be perfectly inked on the umami, and no one dares to say that he is stronger." But is the ultimate taste really coming to an end? At the level of Lin, isn't there a more shocking expressiveness?"

"Whew-"

He inhales, then loudly vetoes, "No!"

"Higher expressiveness requires more advanced skills to pile up, just like this bowl of fish soup-" Tang Tianxing pointed to the clay pot on the table.