Marvel's Psyker

Chapter 35 A Bowl of Tomato and Beef Soup with Rice

"Just treat it as an experiment."

After muttering to himself, Lynch stretched out his right palm and placed it on top of the pot.

"call--"

Lynch exhaled softly, and in the next second, a faint blue energy seeped out of Lynch's palm.

Under the control of Lynch's consciousness, this group of faint blue psionic energy fell like a wisp of smoke, and fell into the pot full of ingredients with an almost elegant texture.

In the next second, at the moment when the spiritual energy was integrated into the ingredients, a sudden change occurred!
Lynch felt as if a bomb had gone off in the kitchen.An aroma bomb exploded in a small pot!
Butter, onion, garlic, tomato, spices, olive oil, beef, bacon.

The aroma of several materials is fused together under the action of oil and high temperature heating, forming a brand new taste, which lingers in the air for a long time.

Lynch took a deep breath, and the rich and alluring fragrance entered his nostrils.

The moment it enters the nasal cavity, the fragrance is like a tadpole with a tail, carrying a unique spirituality of food, and penetrates into the body along the nose, all the way into the lungs, and moistens every alveoli.

Then, just like the air bubbles in a carbonated drink, the aroma molecules penetrate the gap between the cells, rise up in the body, pass through the flesh and bones, and penetrate into the human brain.

Lynch raised his head slightly, feeling the trembling instinctively from the depths of his brain.

"Ah~ perfect!"

Lynch couldn't help sighing.

Facts have proved that Lynch's experiment was successful!He discovered another new function of his psionic power!

In the next second, as Lynch raised his hand, a large ladle of water was poured into the pot.The explosive aroma also melted into the water and returned to the pot.

The only fly in the ointment is that although Bud is very good at craftsmanship, because of the tavern dishes, he doesn't always have broth in the kitchen like other high-end restaurants, and it's too late for Lynch to make it himself.

Helpless, Lynch could only cook with clean water.

Cook rice.

Yes, Lynch is going to cook!

He took out the small bag in the corner of the refrigerator. It was a bag of packaged rice, and it was also the thing that gave him a flash of inspiration.

"Wuchang rice? This old Bud is quite knowledgeable!"

Looking at a line of small Chinese characters on the packaging bag, Lynch laughed.

After tearing open the packaging bag, Lynch poured out part of it and began to wash it.

Change the water several times, and when the rice washing water is completely clean, the soup stewed on the stove over there is almost boiling.

Lynch lifted the lid of the pot, and the heat suddenly rose.

Lynch first took out part of the soup that had been stewed into a light red color, leaving only a small amount of soup in the pot, and then put in the washed rice.

Because onions, tomatoes and bacon all have flavor, they have already adjusted a base flavor for the soup base, so Lynch only chooses to add a little salt and black pepper to season.

Cover the pot, and the rice is quietly waiting for the gorgeous moment when the pot is opened in a sealed environment with a rich aroma.

Simon, who was sitting on the bar outside the kitchen, hadn't stopped sniffing since Lynch fired.

During this period, the sounds of cutting vegetables, stir-frying, and stewing kept coming into Simon's ears, and at the same time, an extremely rich and attractive aroma entered his nose.

Although there was a small window between the kitchen and the lobby, Simon couldn't see the scene in the pot clearly because of Lynch's figure.

The glutton in Simon's heart was hooked, causing him to scratch his head and keep looking up to see the saucepan on the fire.

Under the eager anticipation of Simon's curiosity, Lynch lifted the lid of the pot, put the cooked food in the pot into a bowl, and poured a bowl of hot soup into the bowl.

Afterwards, Lynch walked out of the kitchen and brought a large bowl to Simon.

The first thing that catches the eye is the full-bodied bright red soup, which is soaked in large pieces of beef. The beef has a ruddy texture, like pieces of precious agate stones.The chopped onions half-floating in the soup are stewed crystal clear and look very greedy.

It can be seen through the gaps in the beef that some small white particles at the bottom of the tomato soup are looming, as if to seduce everyone who sees it.

"I am not good at the same things as the original owner of this store, so the style of the dishes may be a bit abrupt. But I think this is the most suitable dish for your current situation. Eat it! Let your body warm up as soon as possible stand up."

Lynch smiled and handed a spoon to Simon.

“Tomato Beef Soup and Rice, please!”

Simon looked at the big bowl in front of him. All the ingredients were harmoniously co-existing in this bowl. From the aspects of color, shape, smell, etc., they presented such a dish together.

Gently moving his nose, the tantalizing aroma massaged his brain.

Simon is a little crazy.

Hearing Lynch's words, Simon Hou hurriedly took the spoon, scooped up a large spoonful of soup-soaked rice, and put it in his mouth.

"Hey don't!"

Before Lynch could stop it, Simon had already put the meal into his mouth.

In the next second, Simon's face flushed instantly.

The tomato soup just out of the pot does not seem to be steaming, but the heat is sealed by a thin layer of fat on the surface, but it is actually the hottest time!
Simon was trembling from the heat at this moment, but he was unwilling to spit it out. He raised his head, wailed in pain and happiness, and carefully chewed the rice.

After more than ten seconds, Simon swallowed all the rice in his mouth, and then let out a long breath.

Seeing Simon's excitement, Lynch was a little happy.He poured a glass of cold water and put it by Simon's hand.

"Be careful! Don't burn your tongue and swallow it."

Simon smiled shyly, and then began eating carefully spoon by spoon.

Lynch looked at it for a while, then went back to the kitchen to tidy up.

Simon seemed to be really hungry, and he ate faster and faster, until finally he turned into a gale-like posture.

Lynch didn't speak, just looked through the window occasionally.

The rain outside the restaurant was still falling, and it was getting heavier and heavier, and it didn't seem to stop at all.The whistling sound of the wind and monsters interspersed in the rainstorm set off an inexplicable quietness in the restaurant, which could be heard.

Suddenly, Simon's movements stopped.

Lynch didn't pay attention at first, but Simon's movements kept stopping there. After a long time, Lynch came forward to observe suspiciously.

He saw crystal clear teardrops slipping from the young man's eyes, one by one falling into the soup.

(End of this chapter)