Five bowls of thick white beef bone sour soup were served in the soup bowl, and Chebman stepped forward, picked up the tray, and placed the bowls of thick soup in front of the judges.

The attention of the judges' eyes has been completely attracted by the sour soup in front of them, and the heat mixed with the aroma of beef bone sour soup comes to the face, instantly driving away all the cold, and the sour taste makes the mouth tongue relish, and can't help swallowing saliva.

"There's nothing more comfortable with hot soup in winter." Michael reached out and picked up the soup bowl, which was a little hot and his calloused hands gradually warmed up, opened his mouth to blow the hot air, and then took a sip of the soup directly against the edge of the bowl.

There are also some hot soups, the sour taste is not sharp, on the contrary, it is very mild, and it blends perfectly with the fragrant bone broth, bringing a very distinct layering.

Sour, with a pleasant taste experience.

The lukewarm soup brings warmth.

"It's still the sour soup that makes people feel happy and warm physically and mentally." Michael drank three sips of soup in a row, and then commented with a smile: "This is the soup that should be drunk in winter, and it is also the most delicious beef bone soup I have ever drunk, I think I can drink two more bowls after drinking this bowl." ”

As he spoke, he continued to drink the soup with his head down, gurgling, and completely immersed in it.

Hill looked at the beef bone sour soup in front of him, and his eyes also lit up slightly.

As a child, she often heard the story of Hazel Switzerland from his grandfather, who was the only chef who could be mentioned by him often, and every time he mentioned him, he would inevitably mention his famous dish, beef bone soup.

Five years ago, Harsh had come to the City of Chaos, and she had the privilege of following her grandfather to that party, and the same people who were sitting on the judges' bench today, as well as Roland, the master of the Grey Temple, and others.

It was also winter.

It was the first time she had tasted beef bone sour soup, and the wonderful taste still lingered in her mind even after five years.

And now, there is a bowl of beef bone sour soup in front of her.

A few green onions floated on the thick white sour soup, and a few dark yellow radish cubes floated in the soup.

The sourness of pickled radish and the rich aroma of beef bones are blended together, which is a fragrance that makes even the soul feel warm, and the simple ingredients and simple cooking methods make the wonderful taste of the ingredients themselves bloom in the ingenious collision.

Hill picked up the spoon, gently brushed the green onions, and scooped up a spoonful of the soup.

The thick white soup is derived from beef bones, and it is also because of the sour soup that it is so rich.

Hill Sakura's lips lifted slightly, and she blew lightly on the spoon before feeding it to her mouth.

It is familiar taste.

The mild sourness is sweet, and the rich aroma of beef bones melts into the soup, which is mellow and wonderful.

It's like soaking in the warm spring water, relaxing your whole body and mind.

After a long while, Hill slowly opened his eyes, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth unconsciously, and looked at Ha Switzerland and said: "The same taste as when I first tasted it, but with a slight change, it is a warm taste, which makes people want to immerse themselves in it." ”

"The last time we met, we were still a little girl." Ha Swiss smiled.

"But I was still captured by this beef bone sour soup." Hill also said with a smile, scooped up another spoonful of soup with a spoon, blew it on the same elegantly, and then fed it to his mouth, continuing to enjoy the simple happiness brought by this bowl of soup.

"Highly recognized by the two judges, it seems that this Hazava Swiss master will win with his signature dish."

"This is not necessarily, Boss Mai hasn't served the food yet, you don't know what kind of fairy dish Buddha jumping over the wall is!"

"I heard that there are inmates in Basti Prison next door who can't help jumping over the wall because they smell the smell of Buddha jumping over the wall, just to eat a Buddha jumping over the wall."

The audience whispered that Michael and Hill both gave the beef bone sour soup a very high rating, which made people curious about the true taste of the sour soup, but also had some disagreements about the direction of the game.

"Miss Hill's comments are warm and happy, and it seems that this bowl of beef bone sour soup is really delicious." Vanessa smacked her lips and quietly swallowed her saliva, but unfortunately she no longer had an official identity to taste.

"Although the sour soup is delicious, Boss Mai sacrificed the Buddha jumping over the wall, so there are some to see." Abraham looked at the Shaoxing wine jar in front of McGonagall with a smile, he recently occasionally ordered a cup of Buddha jumping over the wall to taste, such a great tonic, even he didn't dare to eat it every day, but after coming to the chaotic city, his body became healthy day by day, and some small problems were cured unconsciously.

"It's the best matchup I've ever seen, better than anything I've ever seen in a book." Vanessa also said with some excitement.

Jeffrey took a sip of the soup, then picked up a piece of sour radish with his chopsticks and took a bite, a smile on his face.

The soft radish melts almost in your mouth, the sourness has been almost diluted by the soup, and then it is soaked in beef bone broth, sweet and sour, still a familiar taste.

About thirty years ago, he and Ian went to Eisen's Iron Castle to negotiate a deal, and at that time they were still working together, and they never thought that they encountered robbers outside Eisen's Iron Castle, and his followers were killed, and his money was robbed, and he was beaten to the point that only half his life was left, and it was Ian who dragged him into Eiseniron Castle.

With no way to turn for help, they collapsed on the icy streets, only to wake up in a rather luxurious room.

A young man brought them two bowls of soup, a warm soup with a slight sour taste.

It was the most delicious soup he had ever tasted in his life, sweet and sour, with a rich bone aroma, and after drinking it, he only felt that his cold body suddenly became warm, and the pain in his body was greatly soothed.

The young man was Ha Switzerland, who had no friends when he first arrived at Eisentieburg, and when he saw two people lying unattended in the street, he had them taken back to his house.

If there was no bowl of soup, there would be no later Aden Chamber of Commerce, and there would be no Buffett Money House now all over the Nolan continent.

The taste of this bowl of soup will never be forgotten in his life.

So even if I haven't seen him for many years, when the invitation letter is delivered to him, he still appears here and acts as a judge for him.

"Good soup." Jeffrey looked at Ha Switzerland and said, just like the two words he uttered after drinking that bowl of soup for a long time, unable to find adjectives and words of thanks.

"Of course." Ha Switzerland also smiled, just like the answer back then.

Robert tasted a sour soup and couldn't help but praise: "The sour radish stimulates the concentration of the bone broth, and also makes the originally tasteless bone broth colorful, whether it is layering or taste, it is all amazing, and it is also the best in the soup." ”

On the side, Nova had already finished drinking the soup in the bowl, put down the bowl, and motioned to Ha Switzerland: "Another bowl?" ”

"You're asking for a bit too much." Ha Switzerland was disgusted, but picked up the spoon and filled him with another bowl.

"Ah, I really want to drink this beef bone sour soup."

Everyone didn't know how many times they had swallowed their saliva, and they looked at it with their eyes blank, only feeling that their hearts and mouths were sour.

This bowl of beef bone sour soup brought infinite reverie to everyone.

"This kind of soup should be the best in the world, right?"

Someone else whispered.

Just then, McGonagall's bell rang.

McGonagall turned off the stove, picked up a small hammer, cracked the clay on the jar, and slowly lifted the seal.

A burst of rich meat fragrance suddenly appeared, and then swept away in all directions like a wave~~