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Although he agreed to the request of the monsters, because he didn't know the process of Laoguai's lady cooking tofu soup, the other monsters hadn't tasted this dish, so He Chen didn't know how to reproduce such a dish.

Returning to the restaurant with a challenge, He Chen simply called everyone to sit in the front hall for a meeting.

"What is the food that makes you feel the most happy that you have tasted?" He Chen asked, and his eyes first turned to Feng Suisui, "Xiao Sui, let's talk about it first."

Feng Suisui tilted his head and thought hard, and finally said after a long time, "Just the egg fried rice made by Brother Chen on the night I was arrested by Brother Buhui. At that time, I had been hungry for several days. I am really happy to see such delicious food." He gestured for a big hug with his hands as he said, looking very satisfied.

When I was hungry, it was probably because the egg fried rice made by Si Buhui at that time was considered a delicious dish, and it was not of reference value.He Chen turned his attention to Ke Ji again, "Ko Ji, what do you think?"

Corgi stretched out his paws to fiddle with the small plate in front of him, and looked up at He Chen, "Sugar boiled eggs, every year during the winter solstice, my mother would cook a bowl for me, with two eggs lying on it, and one was still soft."

Why did you bring up the sad thing again? He Chen gave Feng Suisui a look in frustration, Feng Suisui gave a knowing "ah", grabbed the plate in front of Corgi and grabbed it in his hand, and said in a very mentally retarded tone, " Come and chase me." Corgi was indeed distracted by Feng Suisui, and while complaining about the childishness of the little mountain spirit, he followed his steps and jumped off the table to play.

Now only He Chen and Si Buhui were left at the round table, and Si Buhui turned around and asked He Chen, "What is the happiest dish my lady has ever tasted?"

"As long as it is a dish cooked by my wife, I can taste the taste of happiness." Si Buhui stared at He Chen intently, and asked again, "My lady, what is the happiest dish my lady has ever tasted?"

"The dish that makes the cook feel happy, must convey the same kind of heart to the diners," Si Buhui said firmly, "and the lady is the most powerful cook, so she can definitely do it."

He Chen was a little embarrassed by Si Buhui's resolute tone, "It's not the most powerful", and his mind was also spinning rapidly. He was the happiest dish he had ever tasted. His heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly remembered On the day after being woken up by the sand-clothed puppet, he took the bowl of fish head tofu soup from Si Buhui.

There is also tofu in the fish head tofu soup, and He Chen feels that he seems to have found the answer to Laoguai's problem.He took a deep breath and looked at Si Buhui, "Fish head tofu soup." He said, "You made fish head tofu soup."

After Si Buhui was stunned for a few seconds, the smile in his eyes could no longer be contained, his eyes flickered and he looked back at He Chen, "If my lady likes it, I can cook it for you every day from now on." can be happy.

He Chen thought about the days when he lifted the lid of the pot every day and could only see the milky white fish soup, and suddenly felt that this kind of happiness was compromised.In order for Si Buhui to get rid of this terrible idea, He Chen tried his best to bring the topic back on track, and began to recall his feelings when he tasted that bowl of soup, "That bowl of soup is indeed a bit different from ordinary fish head tofu soup." He Chen Chen himself has made fish head tofu soup, but Si Buhui's bowl of soup has a different flavor from his own.

"It's not that the raw materials are different." He Chen recalled the contents of the soup. "The taste of tofu is a bit more sweet than ordinary tofu, so it makes people feel particularly happy."

"Although it may be a little too far to say so," He Chen pulled a piece of paper and put it in front of Si Buhui, and said to him, "Buhui, can you write me the raw materials of fish head tofu soup?" Although He Chen understood The cooking process of the Si family's fish head tofu soup may also have different steps from ordinary fish head soup, but as an heirloom recipe, he feels that it should be given a minimum of respect.

Si Buhui wrote down the pen without thinking, and wrote down all the way, not only wrote the raw materials, but also wrote the cooking process.After finishing writing, he closed the pen cap and handed the paper back to He Chen, and said seriously, "Ma'am, this soup was originally made for you. You are from my own family, so it doesn't matter."

He Chen thought to himself that he had foolishly agreed to associate with Si Buhui because of such a bowl of soup, but now that he thinks about it, he was too easy to deceive.He took a look at the recipe written by Si Buhui, and found that in addition to the ingredients needed for ordinary fish head tofu soup, there was something called "willingness" in the raw materials.

"What is willingness?" He Chen pointed to the two words on the recipe and asked, "I've been cooking for so many years, but I've never seen it before."

"So there is no such thing in the normal ingredients?" Si Buhui was also a little surprised, but he quickly took out a small glass bottle from his arms and handed it to He Chen, "This is willingness." He Chen took the glass bottle , and found that it was filled with rose-red powder, uncorked the bottle and sniffed it closely, an indescribably sweet and refreshing feeling rushed straight to the forehead.

While sniffing the smell, He Chen tried his best to mobilize his knowledge base, but found that he still couldn't connect it with any kind of spices and seasonings he knew before.From the smell, this Ganxin should be made from the flowers or leaves of a plant that is ground into powder. It is sweeter than azalea and slightly less cool than mint, but it doesn't look like a mixture of these two flowers.

This smell is really strange, He Chen couldn't help sniffing it again and again, and asked Si Buhui in surprise, "What is this made of?"

Before Si Buhui came here, he was a young master who didn't work hard and didn't know the five grains. How could he know what the ingredients of this seasoning were.After staying for a while, he silently took out his mobile phone and found his aunt in the wechat group of happy big family.

Aunt Si Buhui, what did Gan Xin do with it?

The eldest aunt is probably also looking at her mobile phone, and she returned to the company in seconds. I don’t regret it. It’s been a long time since I came to see your aunt.

Then, the eldest aunt sent a long series of voices.Si Buhui gently opened it, and the crisp voice of the eldest aunt resounded in the lobby, "Ganxin is made by mixing licorice and some damselfish sugar and then grinding it into powder. Why, your cook is very good. Delicious Xiaochen wants him to come to the aunt's house, the aunt's house is very willing."

He Chen blushed from his aunt's series of hospitable words, but Si Buhui also turned on the voice seriously and replied, "Thank you, auntie. I will bring my wife back to see you after the new year is over." more red.

"Ding dong", the auntie replied again in seconds, her voice sounded more joyful, "That's good, auntie is waiting for you."

After learning about Gan Xin's method, He Chen understood that this was another seasoning that was only passed down in the psychic family. After all, it was unheard of for him to cook something like Gan Xincao for nearly 20 years.This is probably the main reason for the difference in taste between the fish soup made by Si Buhui and the ordinary fish soup.

He Chen compared the recipe given by Si Buhui, and tried to cook a big pot of fish head tofu soup with Ganxin that night. Several people sat around the table, and Feng Suisui was the first to call out happily "Brother Chen, this bowl of soup smells so good." He couldn't wait to use a big spoon to fill himself a big bowl of soup, and immediately picked up the bowl and put his mouth on the edge of the bowl to take a sip without thinking about cooling it down.

"It's delicious." Feng Suisui squinted his eyes and shook his head in satisfaction, smacking his lips and praised the soup without hesitation.

He Chen intentionally asked him how he felt after drinking the soup, and asked, "Xiao Sui, what do you think about drinking this bowl of soup?"

Feng Suisui gulped down a few more mouthfuls, then opened his mouth wide, put his hands around his mouth to fan the wind to cool down, "Very happy and satisfied." He gave a thumbs up with bright eyes, "Brother Chen, you make this bowl of soup Give it to Grandpa Laoguai to make sure he feels super happy too.”

The corners of He Chen's lips curled slightly, and he also poured some soup for himself. After taking a sip, he whispered in Si Buhui's ear, "The soup you made is the happiest I've ever had." For a bowl of soup, all you need is yourself.

He Chen practiced at home for another two days, and finally it was New Year's Eve.This night, every family entered the house early to have a reunion banquet, and the He family also finished their dinner early.However, unlike other people who were hiding in the house waiting for the Spring Festival Gala to start, He Chen went back to the kitchen and cooked a pot of fish head tofu soup with the big pot on the stove and the spoon passed down by He Shanzhen.

He Chen spent twice as much patience and care than usual to cook the dishes. Feng Suisui watched He Chen cook from the side, and felt that his movements were smooth and beautiful.When the fish head soup finally boiled to a milky white color, and the aroma wafted out from the lid, He Chen lifted the lid again and sprinkled a pinch of sweetheart inside, and the aroma immediately brought a little bit of sweetness and freshness.Then, he closed the lid and let the soup cook quietly for a while, and then he announced that he was done.

He Chen first filled a small bowl and handed it to Feng Suisui, letting him taste the saltiness.Feng Suisui opened his mouth anxiously and poured the whole bowl of soup into his mouth before he could blow it in time.After swallowing the soup, he wiped his mouth and said loudly, "It's super delicious." Even though he knew that Feng Suisui's words contained exaggeration, He Chen still felt relieved.

He took out the largest insulated food box in the house and filled the soup into the food box.Si Buhui, who had cleaned up the stove a long time ago, walked forward naturally, holding the heavy food box in his hand, "Ma'am, let's go."

Seeing the two going away, Feng Suisui stomped his feet, picked up Corgi and followed, "Wait for me"

Because of the Chinese New Year, all the shops on the street were closed, and no trace of pedestrians could be seen.Occasionally, a few monsters who flaunted themselves through the streets because no one was there, also left the street in the second they saw Si Buhui.

After a while, several people came to the back door of Huaicheng Nursing Home.When he left last time, Feng Suisui paid special attention to the terrain here, and found that there was an imperceptible small door at the back door, which seemed to be specially prepared for someone.

Needless to say, Dean Chang must have secretly left such a door in order to prevent those monsters from being discovered by the elderly in the nursing home. Now, it is even more convenient for He Chen and others who secretly visit.