Chapter 47 Is this tofu soup sour?

Author: round head and round belly

Chapter 47 Is this tofu soup sour?

When Wang Sicong wanted to drink the sour-smelling soup, the internet celebrity beauty's eyes almost popped out of her head.

"Do you want to drink this soup?"

"yes!"

Wang Sicong glanced at her in confusion: "Can I get you a bowl too?"

"No, no, no! I won't drink!"

The internet celebrity beauty waved her hands repeatedly.

"Then just one bowl, how much does it cost?"

Wang Sicong picked up his mobile phone and prepared to scan money.

Li Yi shook his head: "Sorry, this soup is not for sale."

"Um?"

Wang Shicong frowned: "What is not for sale?"

"I ordered this soup for someone else."

Li Yi poured out the remaining soup from the pot and explained at the same time.

"Why are you ordering it for someone else?"

Wang Sicong looked at his unhurried movements and was a little suspicious: "It was like this last time. Do you have a problem with me? Don't you want to sell to me?"

Hearing this, Li Yi shook his head helplessly before explaining: "When this little girl came last time, I promised to help her make this soup. If you want to eat it, you can come tomorrow and I can leave a portion for you.

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Wang Sicong heard this, thought for a moment, and was about to put away his phone when he suddenly smelled the smell wafting from the pot again.

Guchi!

He swallowed.

After swallowing this mouthful of saliva, even he was surprised.

As the son of the richest man and the second generation of the richest man in the country, what hasn’t he eaten?

He was tired of eating all kinds of delicacies from mountains and seas, as well as birds and animals.

But such an ordinary pot of soup made him salivate after a long absence and gave him the idea of ​​greed.

This is so strange!

He couldn't help but take another deep breath and distinguish carefully.

Why does this pot of soup have a strange aroma?

After hesitating for a moment, he asked Li Yi: "I want to eat it now, can you sell it to me? I can add money, you just ask the price."

"It's not about money."

Li Yi glanced at Guo Guo: "I made this soup specially for others. I am a person who specializes in soup. I can't sell it to you."

“Dedicated person, special soup?”

Wang Sicong was confused: "Is there such a thing?"

Only then did he notice Mr. Huang and the other three people beside him: "Are you here again?"

"yes!"

Mr. Huang said with a smile: "We came too late and didn't get to eat the meat and beans. This soup was specially made by the boss for my daughter, saying it can cure her anorexia."

Wang Shicong felt a little embarrassed when he heard what he said.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know I was treating your daughter."

He apologized and then asked curiously: "Is it useful? I haven't had much appetite lately."

"I don't know, Guoguo hasn't drunk it yet!"

Mr. Huang touched Guoguo's head and looked at the soup in front of Li Yi. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should let Guoguo drink the bowl of soup.

The young woman on the side heard Wang Shicong's words and suddenly said: "You don't have an appetite either? That's just right. You can drink this bowl first! We are not in a hurry."

"No, I'll come back tomorrow."

How could Wang Shicong, a grown man, compete with a little girl for soup?

"It's okay, isn't there another bowl?"

The young woman pointed to the second bowl that Li Yisheng brought out: "The fruit is small, just drink the smaller one from this bowl."

"this…"

Wang Shicong hesitated.

He wanted to refuse, but when he smelled the special aroma wafting from the bowl, his words turned into: "Isn't this bad?"

"You're welcome, we're all friends!"

As the young woman spoke, she asked Li Yi: "Boss, for this bowl of soup, I'll tear the onions first, okay?"

Li Yi knew that she was still not sure about the soup, so he wanted Guoguo to drink less.

After explaining for a long time, Li Yi didn't bother to waste any more words.

"random."

He spread his hands.

This bowl of soup was originally made for them. It is up to them whether they want to differentiate between people.

He made this bowl of soup simply because Mr. Huang was the first customer to support his business, and he didn't want to see a very good little girl suffer from gastrointestinal problems at a young age.

After Li Yi agreed, the young woman stepped forward, brought the first bowl of soup, and placed it in front of Wang Sicong.

Smelling the tangy aroma, Wang Sicong couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

With delicious food so close at hand, he no longer had the time to be reserved.

"Thank you!"

He thanked him, took the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of soup, and took a sip.

"Eh?"

He was a little surprised.

The soup base of this bowl of soup seems to be soup stock!

He has drunk a lot of soup stock, but this is the first time for him to drink a soup stock as delicious and balanced as this bowl.

No wonder his mouth watered as soon as he smelled this soup. There was indeed something in it.

What he didn't know was that the soup base of this bowl of soup was made by Li Yi using the leftover soup stock from making meatballs. The ingredients used were unusual, and the taste was naturally even better.

When the surrounding audience saw that he really drank the Pearl Jade White Jade Soup, they all came over curiously, stretched out their necks to look at him, and exclaimed in admiration.

When the Internet celebrity beauty saw Wang Shicong actually drinking the bowl of sour-smelling soup, she was stunned.

She had some doubts about whether there was really something wrong with her sense of smell.

But after hearing the whispers of the spectators behind her, she was sure that the problem was not her, but Wang Shicong!

"Oh my god! Did he really drink it?"

"Can't he smell it? I feel stinky even here, why does he still drink so well?"

"Do rich people have such unique tastes? Do they like to drink sour soup?"

"He actually fished out the tofu in it and ate it! Oh my god!"

Hearing the exclamation, the internet celebrity beauty watched in surprise as Wang Sichuan took spoonful after spoonful of tofu cubes from the bowl and ate them deliciously. It was hard to understand for a while.

Doesn’t Wang Shicong not like to eat tofu?

Why did he drink this bowl of tofu soup so happily?

Wang Shicong didn't know why he suddenly liked tofu.

After tasting a piece of tofu in the soup, he was immediately surprised to find that the tofu was the source of the peculiar aroma!

After tasting the first piece, he was out of control.

Now he just wants to eat all the tofu in his stomach.

Seeing that he was eating deliciously, Guoguo couldn't help it.

"Mom, I want to eat too."

After she said something to the young woman, she ran to Li Yi's stall, picked up the half-filled soup bowl, lowered her head and took a big sip.
To be continued...