When the soup was halfway through, Zhang Jin filled it with cold water again. Then, in the process of repeated bubbling, foaming, small boiling, and large boiling, the preserved meat, crown meat, bird intestines, and bird brains were put into it respectively.

When the soup was about halfway from the full pot again, Zhang Jin filled the pot with water again, and then put in the bird liver, bird kidney and other parts in a specific order from time to time.

After that, Zhang Jin finally closed the lid and closed the pot to cook.

Another few minutes passed, and after Zhang Jin ordered the salt, the 'white boiled flying dragon soup' in the pot boiled for the third time, and the steam as white as snow finally opened the lid of the pot unwillingly, and wisps came out.

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This time, the smell is no longer the fishy smell of the past, but an indescribable aroma.

This aroma is faint and not as strong as when Beigong Shuoyue was cooked before, but it seems to have a succubus-like magic, which is intoxicating when you smell it.

Moreover, this fragrance is also very mischievous. Like a child, he hides and seeks with everyone from time to time.

When the aroma wafted into the nose, everyone not only felt a little smoky and intoxicated, but also felt that their stomach seemed to contract fiercely, and a pressure of hunger flooded their hearts.

However, when a few people whose stomachs were seduced by this aroma and began to drum, tried to distinguish the true taste of this fragrance, when several people tried to take a deep breath to catch this smell, they found that it seemed that the intoxicating aroma of the previous moment was just a dream.

What is deeply inhaled is only the pure and odorless steam that smokes the face.

However, when a few people shook their heads for their 'delusions', the fragrance reappeared, and once again beat the big drum called 'hunger' in the stomach, which made people a little drunk again.

And so on.

The scent is like a mischievous spirit that is always hiding from this human capture, and it is intoxicatingly beautiful, but it is always faintly unreal.

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When the soup in the pot boiled for the third time, a few minutes later, Zhang Jin finally opened the mysterious pot in the eyes of everyone. A rich cloud of white steam. Like the smoke and dust after the explosion of a nuclear bomb, the straight jet is half a day high, and then spreads thickly.

However, even the fog is several times stronger. Even the few people who approached the pot and tried their best to get together already felt the steam on their faces, and even began to condense into dew drops on their cheeks, but the hateful naughty aroma still did not have the slightest hint of being truly strong.

It's still like a carrot hanging in front of a donkey's eyes, so gluttonous, so seductive, but no matter how hard you try, you can't catch it.

It's still so looming, it's still missing when you're looking, and it's a glimpse when you're giving up.

When Zhang Jin is under the 'watchful eye'. When the enigmatic 'boiled flying dragon soup' was served, everyone who was attracted by this spiritual 'fragrant soup' gathered around and looked at the small stainless steel basin in Zhang Jin's hand.

Because of the processing method before the pot, there is naturally no complete flying dragon in the small pot like the one in the Beigong Shuoyue soup, but what is surprising is that in this pot of soup, even the intestines, meat, brains, and gizzards that were shredded before are not seen at all.

Those strands of flesh that were only the thickness of a human hair seemed to be ice carved snow, and now they had completely melted into this bowl of hot soup, which was as strange as if they were being completely melted.

Moreover. Not only is there no dry goods in this bowl of soup, but even the noodle soup does not have the slightest oil star, and there is not the slightest turbidity in the soup base. Not even a single color.

The whole bowl of 'boiled dragon soup' is like a bowl of clean hot water, through the soup, the pattern on the bottom of the stainless steel soup basin is clearly visible.

Clear as water! And it's the purest and coolest mountain spring water!

Seeing Zhang Jin become a living person, turning the whole flying dragon into thousands of shredded meat, and turning all the shredded meat into the soup, smelling the naughty aroma that made people gnash their teeth, several people couldn't help but be in a daze, until Zhang Jin opened his mouth to break the silence.

"Yezi, come and taste your man's craft!"

Looking at the bowl of clear and warm soup in his hand, which is like hot water that has passed through seventy-two filters, he smells the intoxicating aroma that curls around his nose. Under Zhang Jin's urging, Ye Hong finally lowered her head in the focus of everyone's attention, and after gently scooping the soup noodles with the spoon handed over by Zhang Jin, she lightly opened her lips and took a sip:

"Squeak...... Yes! ”

A spoonful of fragrant soup entered the mouth, Ye Hong felt like he had drunk a cup of pure brew, and his eyes began to moisten. The vision is even more blurry.

At the moment when the spoonful of hot soup touched the tip of the tongue, a kind of liliang exploded on the tip of the tongue, and he had been teasing his sense of smell before, and the aroma of nothingness was finally real and rich, and overflowed Ye Hong's entire mouth and lungs with lightning speed.

Seeing Ye Hong's addictive expression like an overdose of 'psychedelics', the others were a little second monk, "Is it good or bad, are you squeaking?" ’

Just when Beigong Heyue, who was the most impatient, wanted to ask, Zhang Jin took the soup pot from Ye Hong's hand and handed it to her:

"Taste it, it tastes good!"

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When everyone except Beigong Shuoyue tasted the soup and woke up from the drunken dream-like beauty, several people immediately exploded.

One by one, while staring at the half pot of soup held in Zhang Jin's hand with greedy eyes, their mouths burst out with beautiful words.

Compared to this delicacy, what did Beigong Shuoyue think before that the 'boiled flying dragon soup' that was not much different from the chef of the palace pool?

After tasting and comparing, after Zhang Jin's 'boiled flying dragon soup' was hot, the delicacy of Beigong Shuoyue's pot, which had been praised before, was compared to tens of thousands of meters below sea level.

Not only is it no longer enough to be called the same grade, but even the six 'judges' are very sure that these two 'boiled flying dragon soup' should not belong to the same plane in the first place.

Several judges even thought that the 'Flying Dragon Bird' that could make such a dream-like delicious soup was made like that by Beigong Shuoyue, which is simply a waste!

Thinking of this, the eyes when he looked at Beigong Shuoyue couldn't help but reveal some of the expressions he had when he looked at Xiao Bai, who was tyrannical and ruined.

Zhang Jin, who likes to show off and is praised very much, is under the 'siege' of the six people's beautiful words, and Le Taotao is not calm, just like a toad who has drunk too much old wine, and has no image.

When Zhang Jin, who was full of pride, found that Beigong Shuoyue, who had not drunk the soup before, looked at the soup pot in his hand with a look of longing, he was in a somewhat happy mood, and he was rarely generous, stretched out his hand and stretched out the soup pot in front of the fat man who wanted to wear it and said:

"I'm not as stingy as a fat man, let's let him taste it, so that he can know what the real boiled flying dragon soup should taste like!"

This is called the current world report, before the words of Beigong Shuoyue's tail have landed, Zhang Jin has already repaid his grievances and revenge.

However, Beigong Shuoyue is a pure foodie, in front of food, especially in front of friends and relatives, this fat man doesn't care about face. Besides, after two consecutive gambling games, I have already lost my face, so how can I pay attention to any face? It's long gone.

Therefore, the fat man didn't seem to hear the ridicule in Zhang Jin's words, so he calmly took the soup pot in Zhang Jin's hand, and after tasting it tentatively, his eyes began to glow.

However, after all, this kid is Zhang Jin's sworn friend and not the host-guest relationship of Brother Zagda, this kid is a shameless man and not a good-looking woman, this kid is a business elite who doesn't know what shame is after all.

Therefore, this foodie fat man is not as embarrassed as others after tasting it, and he reluctantly returns the basin.

When Beigong Shuoyue took the first sip and found that this flying dragon soup really embodied the sentence of 'heavenly dragon meat', he immediately unceremoniously began to swallow the cow drink, and drank a pot of about a liter of flying dragon soup in the gap of 'white horse'.

When everyone hurriedly stopped and snatched the soup pot from the hands of the foodie fat man, the soup pot was already a light trickle.

As a result, while Beigong Shuoyue was scorched by Ye Hong and Liu Xianxian's angry eyes, she suffered a big old fist from her sister's fist.

Nine gluttonous women out of ten! Beigong Heyue and Liu Xianxian are definitely not outliers among women. Therefore, what they did to Beigong Shuoyue was definitely angry and not hypocritical.

The follow-up after that is, Zhang Jin once again took on the burden of the chef of the hunting team after yesterday's dinner. Took care of the dinner of the night. Everyone was willing to share the flying dragon bird under their name with Zhang Jin.

No way, after eating this 'boiled flying dragon soup' made by Zhang Jin himself, including cooking the flying dragon bird many times and eating it, the three Oroqen brothers who thought they were good at cooking before, all thought that this flying dragon bird was the best 'destination' only when it fell into Zhang Jin's hands, and it was really a waste to get it for yourself!

boiled dragon soup, roasted wild boar with milk, roasted wild vegetables with lard...... Three big dishes, everyone who eats is full of ditches, and one by one they can't wait to be like a pregnant woman in Liujia, and they can't get up or bend down for a long time after eating.

The remaining pork bone scraps, falling in the mouths of the dozen or so Oroqen hounds, were also like wind and clouds. After eating, he still wagged his tail unsatisfied, and Brother Mo Rigen, who was feeding, refused to leave.

Zhang Jin's craftsmanship, not only people can't resist the temptation, even if it's a dog!

After eating and drinking, it was already dark. After summarizing today's harvest with the three Oroqen brothers, and looking forward to tomorrow's itinerary, the three Oroqen brothers said goodbye and left.

And the few people who were hunting in the guest house also returned to the couch according to their respective seats last night, and while lying down and talking, they were brewing the mood of sleep.