Chef Yang was slightly stunned, his body subconsciously leaned forward, and said eagerly: "Recipe? Where did you see that? This traditional dish has been lost for more than 100 years......"

"The original name of this dish should be called Eight Immortals Tea Soup, it is a famous product in the southern coastal area, legend has it that earlier, there was also the royal family who specially used the Eight Immortals Tea Soup to worship the ancestors," Shen Jinchu looked at Chef Yang with an anxious face, his little head shook and he said in a matter-of-fact manner, "The most particular thing about the Eight Immortals Tea Soup is freshness, which you have done very well, but it is fresh to the extreme, but there is no long aftertaste, and it is a bit cliché." ”

"Yes, I also deeply understand this," the middle-aged man standing nodded in agreement, "Your soup is not bad, but it is too pure, and making 'fresh' to the extreme can stimulate people's taste to the greatest extent, but it is also easy to get bored." ”

"I seem to have this feeling when you say that," Tian Cheng said with a sudden realization, "This soup is indeed delicious, and it is very impactful when you enter it, but it will not make people who have drunk it unforgettable." ”

"What then?" Chef Yang said with a puzzled face, "I have tried many kinds of ingredients, but these ingredients will either affect the umami of the food itself, or destroy the overall balance of the soup, in short, one is worse than the other, and it can't achieve the expected effect." ”

He looked at Shen Jinchu with an eager face: "Didn't you say that you had read the recipe?" What is missing from my Qinglian fresh soup? ”

Shen Jinchu blinked and pointed to a small wooden box on the table.

"Wood?" Chef Yang said "ah" blankly: "Is it possible, do you want to use wood to burn the fire?" ”

"No," Shen Jinchu stretched out his hand and took the small wooden box to his side, and with a gentle push of his white and tender fingers, the lid of the wooden box was opened, "I'm talking about the contents of the box." ”

Chef Yang and the middle-aged man looked into the wooden box together, only to see a small half box of tea leaves lying quietly in the wooden box, exuding a light and elegant aroma.

"Tea has an extremely long history, there is an ancient legend that 'Shennong tasted a hundred herbs, encountered seventy-two poisons in one day, and got tea to solve it', and more than 3,000 years ago, tea was widely used as a sacrifice."

Shen Jinchu picked up a small piece of tea and carefully put it into the soup cup, the dry dark green leaves swirled slightly, and then slowly sank into the clear soup, "Later, people gradually learned the method of steaming green tea, stir-frying green loose tea, and stir-frying in a pot...... Tea is becoming more and more diverse, and it is not a rare ingredient in dishes. ”

"Tea, tea," Shen Jinchu covered the lid of the soup cup and raised his eyes to look at Chef Yang, "The reason why the Eight Immortals Tea Soup is called 'Tea Soup' is because of this crucial step - ordering tea." ”

"Eight Immortals Tea Soup, Tea Soup, Order Tea ......" Chef Yang repeated Shen Jinchu's words, his eyes getting brighter and brighter, "I understand!" I understand! ”

He stood up suddenly, and hurriedly rushed to the back kitchen, and the middle-aged man looked at his fiery back and shook his head with a smile.

"Shall we go, then?" Tian Cheng had already settled the account, and sat on the opposite side boredly, all sleepy by Shen Jinchuwen's crepe words, "My cousin is already waiting for us outside." ”

"Eh, you two stay—"