Sun Chaohui scooped a small half bowl of clear soup into the bowl with a soup spoon, then picked up a spoonful and blew lightly a few breaths before putting it into his mouth.

When the soup was in the mouth, an extreme umami flavor spread in Sun Chaohui's mouth. This umami smell is like a feather, tickling people's taste buds, making every cell in the body lazy, as if soaking in a hot spring.

"Ahh

In the eyes of gourmets, soft-shelled turtle itself has the delicacy of five kinds of meat: chicken, deer, cow, sheep and pig, so it is known as the title of "gourmet five-flavor meat". After a long time of steaming, all the umami molecules in it penetrate into the soup, do you say it is not fresh?" Lu Tianming was also full of praise.

"Boss, you haven't tasted it yourself, have you? Sun Chaohui greeted.

"Okay. Liu Mang was stunned for a moment, then took a bowl himself, scooped some clear soup and tasted it.

"Yes, the 'old clam Huaizhu' on the "Jinling Recipe" is made according to the ancient method, and the taste is really extraordinary. ”

After drinking the soup, Lu Tianming stretched out his chopsticks to the soft-shelled turtle in the purple sand bowl and gently picked off the shell of the soft-shelled turtle.

Suddenly, Lu Tianming and Sun Minghui's eyes lit up at the same time, and they couldn't help but scream.

"It's so beautiful!"

A circle of pearls is quietly hidden in the belly of the soft-shelled turtle, shining seductively under the light on the top of the bar.

"Old Beng Huaizhu, this is called Lao Beng Huaizhu!" Lu Tianming picked up a 'pearl' and looked at it in front of him, and then glanced at the purple sand bowl: "Hey, there are differences." One is meatballs and the other is ...... Pigeon eggs?"

"It's not a pigeon egg, it's a turtle egg, a wild turtle egg. Liu Mang smiled faintly: "I took it out of the stomach of this soft-shelled turtle." ”

"Turtle eggs!" Lu Tianming was happy again.

The nutritional value of turtle eggs is much stronger than that of pigeon eggs, and it is even more rare if it is wild.

Feeding the meatballs held on the chopsticks into his mouth, he just took a sip and lightly broke between Lu Tianming's lips and teeth.

Lu Tianming thought at first that the texture of this ball should be full of elasticity, but it turned out to be completely different from what he thought.

The meatballs are very soft and smooth, really soft enough to melt in the mouth, and the taste of the slag in the mouth is like a bubbling spring in a mountain stream, moisturizing every taste bud on the tongue.

"It's delicious! Boss, your craftsmanship is really incomparable!" Lu Tianming gave a thumbs up.

"Then I'll taste the turtle eggs. Sun Chaohui swallowed his saliva, scooped up a turtle egg with a spoon and prepared to put it in his mouth.

"Wait!" Liu Mang immediately stopped him again.

"What's wrong, boss?" Sun Chaohui was stunned.

"There is still a layer of soft skin on the turtle egg, how can you eat it directly?"

"Oh...... Oh ......" In front of Liu Mang, Sun Chaohui, who boasted of eating all the world's food, was like a primary school student who made mistakes everywhere.

After heating, the soft-skinned turtle eggs had condensed into a very crisp white shell, and Sun Chaohui carefully peeled it off.

"This ...... It's ......!" When the coat on the turtle egg was peeled off, Sun Chaohui's eyes widened with an expression of disbelief.

The stripped turtle eggs are almost transparent, trembling like agar jelly. On the smooth surface, however, a pale blue painting appears.

"Let me see!" Lu Tianming took out the glasses strap from his pocket and leaned over.

There are two ancients painted on the turtle eggs, both with high crowns and ribbons, and long sleeves fluttering. One of them holds a small three-legged tripod in his hand, while the other puts his finger into the tripod.

The brush is clean and the lines are smooth. Although there are only a few brushstrokes, they are extremely expressive, outlining the anger and triumph on the faces of the two people.

"Oh my God, is this a miracle?" Sun Chaohui cried out: "There is actually a painting on the turtle egg! Where did this come from?"

He peeled off this turtle egg with his own hands just now, and even if he wanted to break his head, he couldn't think of how there could be a pattern on the turtle egg.

"Of course, it's a good drawing. Lu Tianming looked calm, and stepped forward to watch carefully: "Boss, this painting is an allusion to Gongzi Song's turtle soup with Zheng Linggong, right?"

"That's right. Liu Mang nodded: "The people of Chu gave Zheng Linggong a big turtle." Childe Song and the Zijia were about to enter the meeting, and as they walked on the road, Gongzi Song's index finger suddenly moved by itself, so he showed it to the Zi family: "In the past, when I encountered this situation, I will definitely be able to taste the delicious." When they got inside, the cook was about to cut the soft-shelled turtle, and the two looked at each other and laughed. Zheng Linggong asked them why they were laughing, and the Zi family told Zheng Linggong what had just happened. When Zheng Linggong gave the soft-shelled turtle to the doctors to eat, he also summoned his son Song, but he didn't give it to him. Gongzi Song was angry, dipped his finger in the ding, and only withdrew after tasting the taste. Zheng Linggong was angry and wanted to kill his son Song. Gongzi Song and Zi's family planned to start first. The Zi family said: 'The cattle are old, and they are still afraid of killing, let alone the king?' Gongzi Song in turn framed the Zi family. The Zi family was afraid, so they had to follow him and kill Zheng Linggong in the summer. This is also where the word 'staining' comes from. ”

"The boss is really knowledgeable!" Lu Tianming's face was full of admiration: "Only by understanding Chinese culture thoroughly can we make such delicious food!"

"Editor-in-Chief Lu, you haven't told me yet, how did the characters on this turtle egg come from?"

"I draw vinegar on the eggshell in advance, and the acetic acid reacts with the eggshell when heated, so it can leave a pattern. Liu Mang explained.

"Ingenious! It's really ingenious!" Sun Chaohui stared at the turtle eggs on the plate and admired again.

Although the principle has been figured out, it is not possible for ordinary people to draw such a vivid pattern on this small turtle egg.

"There are other turtle eggs, right?" Sun Chaohui's curiosity was all hooked at this moment, and he hurriedly took another turtle egg from the purple sand bowl and tore off the white clothes on it.

This time, the turtle egg is depicted in a large boat, and a woman in a pleated skirt and a thin veil of emerald water and smoke jumps off the bow of the boat, holding a box in her hand.

"I know this, it's Du Shi Niang's angry sinking treasure chest, right?" Sun Chaohui said.

"That's right. ”

Lu Tianming and Sun Chaohui simply peeled off the other turtle eggs one by one, and the patterns in them were all varied, and the paintings were all characters and stories that have been passed down in China since ancient times.

There are 'Jing Ke Thorn Qin', 'Kong Rong Rang Pear', 'Sima Smashing Cylinder', and 'Mao Sui Self-Recommendation'...... These patterns are all lifelike and breathtaking.

Compared with Chinese food, the so-called Western-style meals I used to eat are simply not worth mentioning!" Sun Chaohui sighed.

"Boss, you have such good craftsmanship and such a good artistic accomplishment, you really shouldn't be buried. Lu Tianming said.

"What do you mean to be buried? I don't think so. Liu Mang smiled faintly.

"Have you ever thought that one day your store will be featured in a Michelin magazine and a bronze medal for stardom?" Lu Tianming asked meaningfully.

"Michelin? didn't think about ......"