"Please—"

Xia Yu filled the soup to the five judges one by one.

The judges held steaming soup bowls in their hands, and except for the faucet, the other four looked at each other.

"What is the experience of holding a bowl of tasteless soup?"

Wei Qinglian probably felt that she had prepared a title for a forced article.

The faucet moved the spoon recklessly, and the white spoon broke into the dull soup, and when he filled it with a large spoonful of soup, he suddenly paused, and stared at the ripples on the spoon with a slight movement.

A fish shadow flashed away under his eyes.

"Is it again?"

As he spoke, the dragon's eyes appeared resolute, and he turned around sharply, the spoon tilted against the sink, and the hot soup suddenly fell.

Whew.

The soup was sprinkled finely, and a spoonful of soup turned into countless splashes.

A suffocating picture has appeared!

As if the fish basket had been overturned, the water splash suddenly turned into a tiny fish, struggling desperately at the bottom of the tank, each fish was a miniature version of the whale, the whole body was jet black, delicate as a work of art.

A large crowd of spectators wiped their eyes vigorously.

Hallucinations?

Sure enough, in a few blinks, there were still some small fish under the sink, only some steaming droplets of medicinal water.

Unlike the audience, the chefs near the workbench stared at Xia Yu in unison.

"Did you hear that?"

"Ah......" Xia Yu couldn't say anything, he also heard a cry for help and panicked for a second, this was obviously a dish he cooked with his own hands.

The faucet stared at him, shook his head, and scooped another spoonful of hot soup into his mouth.

Save me!

Save me!!

As soon as it was imported, the expression of the faucet changed.

The coquettish shout that he had vaguely heard before suddenly pierced his heart, and the dragon head exclaimed: "...... No, it's so delicate, it's not intangible, the mouth can catch it, yes, it's something that really exists in the mouth, it's called the taste of cooking, it's the cry of the fusion of ingredients!"

Only the dragon head dares to be so sure that the sound is the taste, and the brain hole is so big that it is out of the spectrum.

Wait, is there a bridge between sound and taste?

"It's the voice of the ingredients!"

The faucet said silently, the taste of medicinal food in the mouth formed a mysterious airflow, first from the esophagus to the stomach bag, and then from the stomach bag back to the trickle, sprinkling moist dew to all the organs around the body, very comfortable.

Starting with tempeh, to burdock seeds, mountain gardenias, bitter bellflowers......

Hey.

A green stream floated in front of him, and a refreshing smile bloomed at the corner of the dragon's mouth: "There are also light bamboo leaves!"

They are a full 9 kinds of medicinal materials with cold and temperature attributes, and after a burst of boiling for a while, the flavor of the medicinal herbs mixed out is like a delicate girl crying for help at the bottom of the cold pool.

"Is she there?"

Subconsciously raised his palm, wanting to touch the white and delicate hand that poked out from the bottom of the cold pool.

A warm and soft feeling came from the palm, like a wet girl hugging half of her body, the dragon head was stunned, her face was faintly embarrassed, and her face was red.

"No, no!"

Next to him, Lan Fengxian looked hysterical, spoonful by spoonful, sending hot soup to his mouth.

"I always feel like something is missing......

Sage Karl frowned, muttered for a while, and then raised his head to stare at Xia Yu.

Xia Yu smiled, "It's true that this is a medicinal fish, but don't patronize and drink soup, come on, come on, this is fish, a small piece per person, there is no more, please taste it slowly!"

There was still a bowl of soup left in the stew pot, so he specially poured it clean and put it aside, and the remaining ingredients were only the whole "glitter silk-footed fish" that had edible value.

Divide the palm-sized fish into six pieces, and this time, the soup is soaked in golden flesh, and the delicious flavor is like a tornado, and it will blow people into the corners of Java.

The quality of the food is completely different!

The leader's gaze changed, and the other four judges were even more shocked.

The crowd tasted it again.

"It's so soft fish, is this meat? The texture of the meat jelly melts in your mouth!"

"It's definitely the original 'Shiny Silky Fish'!"

Sage Karl was moved: "Shouldn't this kind of processing technique be proficient in Chef Shibalin? Why is it that such high-end ingredients are blended into the picture of food righteousness, but they do not appear wasteful, let alone outrageous and exaggerated?"

Harmony is a rarity!

Just imagine, a big pot of mortal goods, suddenly drops a gem in, no matter how blind the diner is, he can notice it and spit it out, right?

This is a common problem that chefs encounter.

How to match ordinary ingredients with "gems"? Xia Yu perfectly told Carl the answer today.

Without it, just two words-

Balance!

But not literally, but by extension, involving the deep knowledge of pharmacology and fish taijitu. Carl didn't understand these ancient knowledge of the Chinese world, and he could only taste the structure hidden in the dishes by eating, eating, eating, eating.

It was a round that never gapped.

The core of the center of the circle is the tempeh, and the other eight medicinal herbs are connected to each other on the periphery, forming the circumference of the circle.

A fish shadow looms under the eyes, the posture is light, and the slightly curved body lines divide the circle into two, forming a yin and yang gossip.

"This is his cuisine, the Demon King's cuisine, why is it so delicate and gentle......" Wei Qinglian's snort was confused, and two intoxicating blush flew on her cheeks. She mixed the fish and fresh soup in her mouth and swallowed it, her jade neck moved slightly, and when the food passed through her throat to her esophagus, the whole person shook violently.

"Help me!"

Again, and this time more really.

"Where are you?"

"I'm right below you......"

Below?

Wei Qinglian muttered and lowered her head, her beautiful eyes full of trance.

The ground is no longer a cold stage, but clear water.

"Help me!" A finger-thick black fish rolled in the waves of the bamboo raft, expecting Wei Qinglian's response on the boat.

Wei Qinglian squatted down and poked her fingers into the clear water, and Xiao Yu immediately cheered and hugged her, gently pecking her fingers as if kissing.

"Why did I want to save you?" Wei Qinglian was curious.

"Because, I saved you. ”

The fish said.

Amused by the delicate and innocent voice, Wei Qinglian bowed, "Then I'll take you back." ”

She found something to fill the water with, brought the fish with her, and rowed the raft back to the fishing village.

The small fish grows very fast, and its body is getting bigger day by day, and when it has the size of a palm, the fishing village girl incarnated by Wei Qinglian pointed to the fish tank and asked with a smile: "...... I said, "Were you ever a whale?"

"No, I'm Kun, the Kun of 'There is a fish named Kun in the Northern Underworld', please remember!"

Eventually, the fish grew into a behemoth that could not fit in the house, and on the day of their first encounter, the white mist drifted on the sea in the early morning, and the girl from the fishing village went out to sea, and stood on the raft, watching the strange fish that called itself Kun, slowly rise into the air and disappear.

The sun rose, and the sunlight reflected the tears dripping from the corners of the girl's eyes, "Goodbye." ”

"Some fish can never be kept up. ”

"Because, they belong to the sky. ”

Reality.

Wei Qinglian stood stunned for a while, and this sentence suddenly popped up in her head.

She glanced at Ye Feizhou, who was unknown a few steps away, and sighed secretly in her heart.

At the Grand Grade, a skilled chef can use his hands and mind to give meaning to the dishes, so that diners can enjoy a trip of life.

At a higher level, this ability will naturally increase.

However, Wei Qinglian has never eaten a story, whether it is a Lin-level cuisine or a dragon-level delicacy. She became the heroine of the story, and she met the fish for the first time, and everything was so dreamy, but innocent and beautiful.

She had to admit that a bowl of soup has the power to make people cry, and it is very powerful in itself, which is amazing.

Isn't it?

Tears were still pouring out of my eyes, and my cheeks were cold.

Suddenly, with a soft touch, Wei Qinglian was startled, and a familiar fish shadow appeared in her field of vision, but this palm-sized fish was bathed in golden light, she looked at it for a while, and suddenly said: "...... Are you back?"

A nearby voice replied, "It's always there." ”

Wei Qinglian looked at Xia Yu in astonishment.

Xia Yu shrugged his shoulders and pointed at her mouth, "You ate it, it's beautiful enough in the memory of the tip of your tongue, right?"