My Little Mom is the Richest

But still the problem mentioned before, the real Buddha jumping over the wall is still the last spoonful of cooking wine. If the last spoonful of wine cannot be added, then the whole dish will lose its soul and become a pot of stew.

But then again. , Mu Qiu hadn't seen the final shape of this dish. Now that he had a chance to see it, Mu Qiu would certainly not refuse.

The witch soup on the other side has already been boiled to look good, but the recipe for the witch soup has always been a mystery, and this chef took it on the table so generously, is it not pure witch soup?

Both sides are not divided into upper and lower sides, doing things back and forth, Mu Qiu looked a little bit aesthetically tired.

"Witch soup. Master, the guy below is making witch soup, but doesn't it mean that there is no recipe for witch soup?"

"You tell me what your head is for, haven't you seen it yet?"

"what?"

"Witch soup doesn't have a recipe at all. The seasoning and recipe are entirely up to the chef's ideas,"

After answering the little apprentice's question impatiently, the chef of Gaul frowned and said slowly.

"But this kind of dish is very risky. If you want to use red wine as a base to make something that everyone can completely convince, it is almost impossible... This chef is also bold enough, and he is a man. ."

The Buddha on this side is basically ready to jump over the wall. After placing it in place, the clay pot is placed directly on the fire and put in a small fire, and the smell slowly diffuses.

Mu Qiu watched with interest. It was not that simple to add the last spoonful of wine. It had to be added when the steam was completely locked in the jar.

"Interesting, I really didn't make a mistake this time, it's all such bells and whistles."

Mu Qiu smiled and slowly clicked on his head to express satisfaction with the things this time.

After all, something interesting to him hasn't appeared in a while.

After waiting for a period of time, the things on both sides are nearing the end, and the chef of Huaxia used a very clever technique to put the finishing touch of the last spoon into it, and this The witch soup on one side was basically completed, the aroma of mulled wine filled the air, and the lazy taste made everyone present as if it was winter.

And just when Mu Qiu thought that Huaxia's chef was about to finish, the chef slowly took out a winter melon and dug it up one by one.

Winter melon?

Mu Qiu narrowed his eyes. Although he had definitely eaten a lot of tricks, it was the first time he saw how to use this winter melon.

Soon, a wax gourd had already been dug out. The chef opened the lid of the Buddha Jumping the Wall, and after a short wait, the whole pot of Buddha Jumping the Wall was directly replaced with the dug winter melon.

In this way, Mu Qiu understood, but if he did this, he would be more inclined to winter melon Gu.

But when you think about it carefully, using winter melon to neutralize things like the Buddha jumping over the wall is an ingenuity, so don't use it.

Then the two dishes of this show have been completed, and it's time to test the dishes soon.

Then this is the time for discussion.

The two dishes were quickly delivered to Mu Qiu's eyes. The soup of the witch soup had slightly condensed. This was the power of the witch soup, and the Buddha jumped over the wall and exuded an incomparably beautiful aroma in the winter melon.

The spoon had been inserted into that little witch soup, and the aroma of red wine was immediately diffused, completely like the taste of winter.

But the feeling of the entrance is indeed different,

"This is, lemon?"

But there seems to be a slightly different taste in the lemon acid.

"Wait, it's not just lemons here, this taste, yes, lemongrass?"

Mu Qiu also understood that it seemed that the witch soup was completely a dish without a recipe. It relied entirely on the chef's experience, and the final thing was made entirely by the chef's wishes.

Although this is the case, there is nothing wrong with the taste of this bowl of witch soup. The balance between the various tastes is completely achieved. This makes Mu Qiu a little surprised. After all, such a dish of a daughter was passed by a man. It’s really a new thing for the chefs to do so drip-proof.

The Buddha jumping over the wall on one side gave Mu Qiu a big share, but the contents in it were just a little bit less. The whole winter melon skin was still placed in Mu Qiu's hands intact.

"interesting,,"

Although he had guessed the chef's intention to use winter melon, Mu Qiu had never seen this way of eating before, and he became a little curious immediately. ,, ..