Eternal Food Paradise.

Chapter 81
"Hey!"

Someone patted his shoulder, and Shao An woke up from his dazed state.

Yan Xian frowned, and just stared at Shao An's sweaty face: "You look like you had a nightmare."

Nightmare?
Shao An choked for breath, thinking of the picture of the tentacle spraying ocean juice straight into his throat before he broke free from the hallucination, his face suddenly became ugly.

What's more, the slippery thing in his stomach that was constantly emitting heat told him that all this didn't seem to be an illusion!

"Ugh—" The mouth opened wide, and the fingers were about to pick it.

At this time.

Shao An's body trembled again.

The feeling that there was a living thing hidden in his stomach disappeared in an instant. The thing melted deep in his stomach bag, and the heat began to spread from the stomach to other organs. Immediately afterwards, the esophagus and intestinal tract became warm, and he slept on a recliner in the afternoon Gentle warmth from direct sunlight.

In an instant, the mouth was also warmed by the heat fed back from the depths of the body.

smell, taste, hear...

These senses seem to be baptized and sharpened at once.

"...What a miraculous umami! What a miraculous dish!" Shao An commented subconsciously, sniffing, and took another spoonful of gluten soup.

This time Shaoan was not in a hurry to eat, he carefully looked at the soup on the spoon.

Especially the strip of white gluten that was boiled until it swelled.

In the hot fog, the "gluten" seen in the field of vision gradually overlapped with the tentacles spraying ocean juice in the mind.

really!

Shao An was amazed.

In fact, the chef’s thoughts on cooking are similar to poets and painters. There must always be things to entrust images. In other words, what he sees and hears when he tastes cannot be groundless and false imagination, no matter how unconstrained and unconstrained based on the material.

It’s just that it’s also the first time for Shao An to see those disgusting tentacles given to “gluten”.

If Xia Yan heard Shao An's psychological analysis, he would definitely stare, let out a haha, and put a question mark on his forehead.

About gluten and tentacles, the answer is wrong!
The truth is, the only ingredient used to cook seafood soup...

'Squid feet with endless umami', that's the truth.

"Huh, not bad, a case of successfully using weird ingredients!" Xia Yan's mouth curled up.

At the entrance of Chrysanthemum Downstairs, he opened the treasure chest and found a small piece of squid foot. He thought it was a spoof by the system, but he returned to the shop and tried to cook a pot of soup. Yan Xian happened to have a meeting that day and ate it. Xia Yan only knew that he had found a treasure when he had the simple dishes of seafood soup and handmade noodles, and gave him the evaluation that the ingredients for cooking the broth were incredible.

Xia Yan feels good about herself.

But from Chen Zhiyuan's perspective as a player, there is something strange in his heart.

Especially in the video footage, every time Shaoan took a sip of the hot soup, his body would tremble and his reaction would be strong.

Wet body, burst clothes are considered good.

This character, who was regarded as the small boss of the Shu land chapter, had a flushed face.

In the expression, pain, fear and enjoyment were mixed.

Anyway, it is a vivid interpretation of what it means to be a diner who is gradually shaking M and has been trained successfully.

"clang!"

The sound of a spoon falling into an empty bowl.

Shao An finished a bowl of gluten soup and let out a long breath.

"How about it, do you want more?"

It was the voice from the bar counter, Shao An raised his head, and his eyes fell on the face of the young chef inside, with an unexplainable weirdness and complexity written in his eyes.

"Oh, so you only want one bowl." Xia Yan was about to look at another customer when Shao An suddenly said, "Be sure...please give me a second bowl!"

Xia Yan smiled.

"Before serving the second bowl of gluten soup, I want to hear your true evaluation of my 'average' cooking." He said calmly.

Shao An naturally knew that this was a soft spear thrown by him.

Is it delicious? I was wrong. It is equivalent to slapping myself.

but!

A pot of thick white soup was placed on the bar in front of him, and after drinking a bowl just now, his stomach was warm and his appetite was completely opened. Shao An felt that he was extremely hungry and thirsty like never before, eager to get food, Satisfaction with cooking!

He wants to eat it!

"Very, very characteristic..."

Shaoan almost gritted his teeth and said, "Sorry, it shouldn't be an ordinary attribute! I can withdraw this evaluation first!"

Oh, the mouth is still very hard.

Xia Yan still gave him another bowl, and secretly said: "After this second bowl, I don't believe you won't completely change your mind!"

Another voice came out helplessly at this moment:

"Hey, how do you patronize others, and completely leave my loyal old customer aside."

Yan Xian patted the table to express his dissatisfaction.

"Don't worry, I'll give you a full bowl, just open your appetite and eat!"

Compared with Shao An, Yan Xian's taste is much calmer.

Perhaps because of having eaten another seafood soup paired with handmade noodles, I had some psychological precautions against the broth base of this bowl of gluten soup. After drinking a few spoonfuls of it carefully, Yan Xian said approvingly. :

"This is what a special chef should do."

"Recipes, recipes, simple or not, whether it is popular for the common people, or whether it is the main course of the banquet, or even a palace dish... these are actually not important!"

Yan Xian's heart was not as calm as in his tone.

Giving a "super class" evaluation on the lips, but in the heart, I always feel a little incomprehensible sense of disobedience.

Weird.

Isn't it natural for a special chef to make special dishes?Where does the sense of incongruity come from?
There is no problem with the luminous part. As for the big frame of his own "Jade Dragon Gluten" recipe, Yan Xian is also a bit difficult to judge. The first point is the shadow and trace of imitation, which is not complete and lacks important technical content. That is the skill called cooking skills.

From Yan Xian's point of view, it seems that this is the personalization and improvement of the recipes, which has to be erased. Of course, this heavenly king must not guess that the truth is that Xia Yan's [Super Vision] is just an experience card.

The second point is that the painting style of the recipes has also changed drastically, from free and easy to free and easy, to an indescribable gourmet delusion.

In fact, in Yan Xian's opinion, there is nothing mysterious about the bottleneck of sublimation between special chefs and ordinary chefs that stops countless people.

It is nothing more than increasing the concentration of 'traits'.

And, put the 'world' that you want to express in your heart on the dinner plate.

Yan Xian has tasted a quite real world from Xia Yan's gluten soup. If he hadn't experienced many battles and is one of the giants in the dark cooking world, his taste reaction may not be much different from Shao An's.

Glancing at Shao An, who sometimes enjoys a smirk, and sometimes sweats and fears Shao An, Yan Xian is silent for a moment.

"what!"

Suddenly, an unlikely thought flashed through his mind.

"Is there a problem with the structure of the recipe? Only the 'traits' meet the premium standard?" Yan Xian smiled and shook his head, denying this idea.

impossible!

(End of this chapter)