Wu Ke: ???

Our Wu researchers are so stupid...

What's it called...

Cut the grass and eradicate the roots!

Chickens and dogs don't stay!

Clean sweep!

Make a clean sweep of!

Lin Chou, Lin Moumou, you are too much!

Wu Ke was indignant while touching his belly as if he was pregnant for May.

Is this necessary, we have already supported ourselves into such an aunt, we can't eat much at all, is it really necessary?

And the rolling is obviously on the pot ... Belch... Quite satisfied with the pot and the taste of the food in the pot.

The crowd heard the air booming above the eaves, apparently having finished eating and dancing—or even digesting.

The happiness of the rolling master is the purest and most authentic, eat happily, and Bundi will be finished.

Of course, if Huang is on the scene now, he will definitely not be entangled in the problem of one more spoonful and one less spoonful of soup - there is a high probability that Huang will once again have extreme envy of the good teeth of the rolling adult - after all, no matter how awesome he is, he is limited to licking the plate.

It's nothing compared to the skill of a rolling adult eating plates, it's too low.

Wu Ke looked at the egg dumplings and the clear soup in the bowl, the Basheng soup was white and the egg dumplings were golden, and the bright color and warm heat gave people a warm feeling that the soup water seemed to be still boiling.

Of course, if Lin Chou is willing to take the trouble to decorate, such as using a little jade white cabbage, orange carrots, tender green shallots and coriander, it should be more beautiful...

Decoration and presentation have never been what Boss Lin is willing to do, and it seems that this has become his characteristic.

Hmm, but this point is quite popular with the evolutionaries, they all agree that only like the Bafang Lou Xue family is good at doing that, good dishes have to be played like you can't afford to eat, in their opinion, it is full of disease-free moaning and hypocritical taste, it really does not fit our evolutionary reckless and unbridled painting style across the wilderness.

Wu Ke tangled and carefully twisted up an "egg dumpling".

Okay, this shape is actually a siu mai...

The egg dumpling skin at the closure is like a soft streamer, beautiful and cute, and the full stomach is full of flavor at first glance.

But Wu Ke was entangled and entangled, and finally took a mouthful of soup in his mouth with a spoon first...

Well!

It is said that soups are all to help digestion, let's take a sip to digest the contents of the stomach~

"Suck and slip."

Wu Ke's first feeling is fresh, undoubtedly delicious.

However, the taste of the mouth is not at all like the deliciousness of the meat, it is light, clear and sweet, as if there is a general feeling of pu vegetable soup made by Lin Chou once.

If you don't look at it at all, close your eyes and imagine it, what comes to Wu Ke's mind must be a pot of milky-white, thick, wafting jade white cattails, tall radishes, and fluffy egg minced eggs like clouds, in short, this is an old soup stewed with eight kinds of fresh meat.

"It's so clear... No wonder you feel so good when you eat fish..."

Now the only adjective Wu Ke can say is the word "Qing".

Light, clear, light and tranquil, a mouthful of soup is still in the mouth but it seems that people have gone on vacation above the clouds, and the lower stomach is full of moist tenderness and warmth, just like a bowl of ginger tea to quench thirst and quench cold.

"Whew..."

"If you had to choose, what would you eat with this kind of soup?"

Su Yourong glanced at Wu Ke strangely, how could he always have these strange questions...

"Ahh

Su Yourong swallowed an egg dumpling, and the pupils of his big moist and flexible eyes were rapidly expanding.

"Of course it's egg dumplings, why do you want to go with something else?"

Woo woo...

Wu Ke held his stomach and withered.

Why!

Why couldn't help it before!

Okay, now it's time for the master, but I can't eat it at all!

All kinds of suffering cannot be detailed, it is an unspeakable pain.

"Ahh

Su Yourong ate another egg dumpling, and a little gold suddenly popped out of his deep pupils, and his pupils seemed to have a tendency to develop towards vertical pupils.

"Master, ah, ah, my master is so good, I really want to pick up the master is a 100-meter sprint..."

Wu Ke looked at her,

"Do you sprint to the kitchen and lock up the master and make him work overtime twenty-four hours a day?"

"Mud Song Kaila!"

When Su Yourong lived in Su's house, he once ate a very rare pan-fried anglerfish liver noodle fish veal matsutake soup.

Well, a particularly complex Western-style color, the rarest of the raw materials is a non-toxic matsutake mushroom - almost non-toxic.

That was the first and only time Su Yourong had eaten a combination of fish and mushrooms, and other than that, the mushrooms had almost only eaten chicken fir once or twice and goose mushrooms a few times.

This kind of three-mushroom fish cloud egg dumplings refreshed the little girl's perception of fish and mushrooms - what kind of deliciousness should this be.

The combination of chicken fir mushrooms, hairy mushrooms, and mouth mushrooms takes the mushrooms' already intricate freshness to the next level, intertwined with each other like ignited fuses, followed by a huge equivalent boom, or swordfish.

As the protagonist, the minced fish naturally exhibits its due qualities, including infinite, almost impossible inclusiveness.

Generally speaking, there is always a play between the ingredients and the ingredients, divided into the protagonists and supporting roles, passers-by A, B, C and D complement each other, but they must not go their separate ways, what is particular is a monarch and minister, if the taste of many ingredients can not be integrated with each other, then a dish can probably only be regarded as a hodgepodge of waste.

For example, these three kinds of mushrooms and swordfish, which are very, special, extremely prominent, and completely different and fragrant ingredients, Su Yourong feels that they get along too well...

It's like an old husband and wife who have been with each other for several lifetimes, turning the warm and monotonous firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea into a romantic and happy color.

The harmony of flavors is never the pathetic simplicity of what you put into something - according to the cognitive level of Su Yourong's apprentice, it is probably an unattainable height of complexity that she has never understood in her life, this thing is seriously beyond the scope of her brain capacity allows, or does she feel that her brain is completely unsuitable for these things??

The poor little guy is obviously nimble with his hands and feet, but after more than half a year, he will still cut the same plate of shredded potatoes into categories until the fingers are as thick as the tip of the finger and the tip of the needle is so thin, and the same shredded potatoes are placed horizontally and vertically, giving people the feeling that they are completely different ingredients and species, and it is almost from each shredded potato to see the word "terrible" full of words...

Su Yourong suddenly had a bold idea,

"So, master, if I say I want to learn this dish..."

Lin Chou: ???

Su Yourong found that now he could not only see the words on the shredded potatoes, but also the words on the master's face.

Because Lin Chou clearly wrote on his face:

Go cut your shredded potatoes and talk about it!

Three heads