"It's a wonderful taste," Cai Yun put down the soup bowl and couldn't help but admire: "I'm sorry, I really can't think of a better adjective, these two words are all my evaluation of this soup." ”

"The broth is cooked just right, the freshness of the ingredients is completely melted into this small pot, and in the thick aroma, there seems to be a very special taste...... It's the smell that makes me feel amazing. ”

"Yes, I tasted it too," another judge chimed in, "It's a taste that's hard to describe in words, it's sour, but it fits the soup perfectly, and the taste together is not strange, but it also feels just right." ”

On the other side, Qian Jiayu dipped a little red sauce with chopsticks, put it on the tip of his tongue and tasted it carefully, the expression on his face became more and more confused: "What is this?" Why can't I taste it? ”

"It's red vermilion," Shen explained, "a spice that is not commonly used." ”

After hearing these three words, several judges looked at each other and fell into deep thought.

"Red Vermilion ...... Feng Wo Chi Zhu Tang ......" Qian Jiayu muttered twice, suddenly widened his eyes, slapped the table and said, "It turned out to be this!" ”

"Which one?" Cai Yun hurriedly asked: "I thought the name of this soup was a little familiar from the beginning, but I couldn't remember it......"

They are all seniors in the food industry, and there are countless delicacies they have made and tasted in their lives, and it is really rare to have this kind of food on their lips but not be able to say anything.

"You feel familiar because a few years ago, there was a person who claimed to be the successor of the master chef of the imperial dining room, and made a lot of nonsense at the food exchange meeting, saying that he could beat all the hotels and restaurants participating in the conference with just one dish," Qian Jiayu sighed and said: "It turns out that he is just a grandstanding liar, and the dish he took out that day is called Fengwo Chizhu Soup." ”

"I remember!" The dark-skinned judge slapped his thigh and answered: "That person does have an old cookbook in his hand, but it is actually recorded by the memories of the old people in the family, and the accuracy is very low, and only a few names are reliable." ”

"After that, I also specially checked this Fengwo Chizhu soup," Qian Jiayu said again: "This dish is a court dish that existed in the Xian Dynasty, but with the change of dynasties, this court dish has long been lost, and there is no one who can even make a rough one." ”

"So, did you try to restore this dish yourself?" Cai Yun raised her head and looked at Shen Jinchu with burning eyes.

"No," Shen Jinchu hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Actually, this dish is what I saw from a recipe......

"Recipes?!" Several judges shouted in unison: "What recipe?" ”

The dark-skinned judges even walked out directly from behind the table, and there was a posture of rushing forward to ask questions.

Yao Yuqin: ......

Teachers, you're still recording the show, don't you need to be excited like this?

"Yes, I'm sorry," Shen Jinchu hurriedly explained, "The recipe is not mine, and now it has been lost, I just read it once." ”

But she has a good memory since she was a child, especially this kind of food-related things, although she has only seen it once, but she can almost accurately write it down - for a foodie, what is more attractive than restoring a variety of foods?