The moment Chen Moyao ate the mustard, her expression froze.

It seemed like it was only for a moment, and it seemed like a century long.

Suddenly closed her eyes, Chen Moyao burst into tears.

Two lines of tears snaked down from her eyes, like a misty drizzle moistening the stars in the sky, and like pear blossoms after the rain, delicate and weak, attracting pity.

At this moment, a desire for protection rose in the hearts of every man present.

Why is she crying?

Why is she crying?

Is she missing her family far away?

Or lament the fleeting nature of life and the impermanence of the world?

Oh, by the way, she just ate a small piece of mustard.

It should be that pickled cabbage is salty, salty and salty, let's cry.

Thinking of this, everyone had a reasonable judgment in their hearts, and then turned a standard Xueyou brother "Eater" disdain white-eyed emoji to Ma Xiaozhen in unison.

"Haha!"

Zhou Pengfei sneered: "Is this your supreme delicacy? ”

Facing the contemptuous eyes flying in the sky, Ma Xiaozhen was not ashamed, but proud, but instead raised Erlang's legs.

"That's right. He glanced at Zhou Pengfei, like a mighty lion glanced at the ants on the side, and said disapprerovitically.

Zhou Pengfei met Ma Xiaozhen's eyes, and he was proud.

The turtle is the turtle, even if he can fool Ma Xiaozhen again. But paper can't contain the fire after all, as long as the bag of mustard is shot, it will be ugly after all.

This wave is stable.

Zhou Pengfei was sure in his heart.

Unexpectedly, after half a sound, Chen Moyao muttered in his mouth, and finally slowly opened his eyes and let out a faint sigh.

"It's delicious, it's so delicious!"

"What!?"

The onlookers were instantly shocked and began to wonder if they had neural deafness.

Sure enough, it's delicious?

Is it really delicious?

Isn't it salty mustard, are you crying?

Why are you crying?

This is not scientific!

Just when everyone was speculating in their hearts, only Chen Moyao understood what had just happened.

At the moment when that small piece of mustard was in the mouth, she felt a strange fragrance drive straight in, as if it had conquered every level of her body in an instant.

Every cell begins to boil, every taste bud begins to revelry.

In the deepest part of her heart, there is a hazy memory, like a small flower after the rain, blown by the warm wind of spring, suddenly blooming, and waking up like this.

What's your most memorable taste?

For Chen Moyao, it was the taste of her mother.

Although she was born in a wealthy family, she has a deep regret, that is, maternal love.

When Chen Moyao was three years old, her mother died of cancer.

A few days before her mother's death, it was Laba Festival, and her mother, who was already very sick, insisted on making a bowl of eight-treasure porridge for Chen Moyao.

Chen Moyao still remembers that her mother supported the sick body, carefully picked glutinous rice, peanuts, red beans, and longan, washed rice, soaked fruit, peeled, pitted, and carefully sorted, and then put it into a pot to boil, first boiling over high heat, and then simmering over low heat......

Chen Moyao guarded the edge of the pot like a gluttonous kitten, smelling wisps of aroma rising up, watching red beans and peanuts churning and blending in the pot, and watching her mother's weak and warm smile.

Finally, Laba porridge is out of the pot.

What kind of porridge is that?

It's like her mother's warm smile, it's so sweet to my heart, as if the deepest part of Chen Moyao's soul retains that fragrance, which is faint and lingering......

Many, many years have passed, and the image of her mother has even begun to blur in Chen Moyao's heart, but that gentle smile and the steaming bowl of laba porridge are firmly engraved in the deepest part of Chen Moyao's soul.

That bowl of laba porridge was the most delicious thing Chen Moyao had ever tasted.

Because that's the taste of mom.

Over the years, Chen Moyao has made Laba porridge countless times, and has eaten Laba porridge countless times, and her father has taken her to eat countless delicacies from the mountains and seas and delicacies from various countries. However, there is no dish that can compare to this bowl of laba porridge in the deepest part of her heart.

Chen Moyao once thought that she would never be able to taste the taste of that bowl of laba porridge again.

However, after Ma Xiaozhen's small piece of mustard was eaten, she suddenly felt like she was back when she was a child.

She seemed to see her mother smiling gently and serving herself a bowl of laba porridge.

The mouth is full of sweetness, the heart is full of warmth, and the stomach is full of happiness.

Right!

That's what mom tastes like.

Chen Moyao's tears meander down.

After a long time, the mustard finally entered the abdomen, and Chen Moyao only felt that a clear spiritual qi gradually rose from the lower abdomen, and slowly spread out to the limbs. The blurred image of the mother finally faded away, and the scene in front of her gradually became clearer.

Her delicate body trembled, knowing that the mustard had entered her throat, and the illusion of Fang Cai was just a dream. However, the warmth of the belly is like taking a hot bath, and it is indescribably comfortable. The mouth is full of fragrance, and it is exhaled like an orchid, without the salty taste of pickles.

"This ...... Is it really mustard?"

Chen Moyao's body was trembling slightly, and there were tears on her face: "It's amazing, it's amazing......"

"That's right. Ma Xiaozhen gently patted Chen Moyao's shoulder, and elegantly handed Chen Moyao a tissue: "It's really a pack of mustard, it's just a pack of magical mustard." ”

Magical mustard......

Everyone's face was stunned and shocked.

"Huh...... She really didn't seem to be crying......"

"Yes, she seems to be moved to tears because of the deliciousness......"

"Looking at her appearance, it looks like that bag of mustard is really delicious?"

"How can you do that?"

Whispers began at the scene.

"How is it?" Ma Xiaozhen walked up to Pierre and Zhou Pengfei and chuckled: "Two, do you want to try my bag of peerless mustard?"

"I repeat, I will never eat this junk food!" Pierre stubbornly sneered: "You want me to eat this unless I die!"

As a chef at a three-Michelin-starred restaurant, Pierre has a pride of his own, and he believes in his eyesight.

The bag of mustard in front of him, whether it is knife work, materials, or color, is not worth mentioning, and it is impossible to wait for elegance.

A mere bag of mustard, no matter how magical it is, how magical can it be?

That girl ate so gloomily and so intoxicated......

It's clearly a show!

This acting skill is too distracting!

Monsieur Pierre was dismissive of the mustard and looked haughty.

"That's it......" Ma Xiaozhen was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a while, and suddenly had an idea in his heart, and turned his head to ask the others who were watching.

"So does anyone want to try this peerless mustard?"

Peerless mustard?

The crowd of onlookers began to whisper, some of them unable to hold back.

They saw that Ma Xiaozhen had just pointed out three famous dishes in a row, and his words must have been true, and he must have seen blood for a while, he must have amazing attainments in food. Looking at Chen Moyao after eating mustard, tears fell in an instant, obviously moved by affection.

Could it be that this mustard is really unique?

Thinking of this, three customers full of adventure spirit suddenly walked over.

"We want to try. ”