Xie Bin chewed it carefully, his eyes were blurred, sometimes burning, sometimes down, and never heard Xie Shang's words.
Xie Shang: "…Forget it."
The only problem with this staple food is that it lacks the crab roe cream one point.
"Um."
Although it was a little bit worse, Xie Shang couldn't help but remember the past when he made the dish that made his father nod.
He thought he had forgotten it long ago. After all, he has achieved success and fame. As a chef, the rest of his life cannot be better than he is now. Although he still cooks, cooks, studies new dishes, and teaches his children and nephews at home, he actually has no other pursuits.
If he doesn't want to be an imperial chef, he is now at the peak.
There is nothing to do in the imperial chef.
Even though the craftsmanship of the imperial chefs in the palace is very good, once they enter the palace, they will only cook.
First, the official family is frugal. Moreover, after becoming an imperial chef, they serve the noble people in the palace, so they naturally dare not add more tricks to cook. Most of them only seek to make achievements and make no mistakes. People can live well without any mistakes. If something goes wrong, they still don’t know what kind of consequences they will end up.
Although the officials are kind and do not like to punish the palace ladies, no matter how kind they are, they are the emperor.
Not to mention the empresses in the palace, even the powerful eunuchs in the palace, they can't afford to provoke them.
Although the imperial chef has achieved what all the chefs in the world can sit in the highest position, their lives may not be comparable to those of the famous chefs of the folk.
Xie Shangzai carefully savored his mood at this moment, couldn't help but smile, and scooped a large spoonful of crab roe fried rice, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully, and decided not to deduct this point.
Not to mention that the fried rice tastes better than imagined, even if it is burnt, muddy, and half-cooked, it can make diners feel happy, which is a good bowl of rice.
While savoring, Xie Shang looked at Xie Bin. Xie Bin's expression was too serious. He obviously did not taste the shortcomings in the meal. Perhaps he did not feel any shortcomings, but his eyes were filled with stars.
Alas, when this child is grown up, he will never look at his elders like this. Instead, he will respect his own elders more.
It's really unwilling.
“This guest.”
Xie Shangzheng was immersed in the beautiful memories of the past and the sudden surging emotions. He smelled a strong aroma of sauce, and immediately came to his senses, and his mouth and tongue became salivating, and he couldn't help but lick his lower lips.
Qiuli came over with a small white jar and smiled and said, "This is the sauce that my little lady cooks. It is said that it is just right with this crab roe fried rice. Why would the guests give it a try?"
Xie Shang nodded repeatedly, opened the small white porcelain jar and saw that it was filled with a can of dark red sauce. The red powder was wrapped in small meat particles. The meat particles looked slightly burnt and slightly red oily, with a full and bright color.
Without Qiu Li's advice, Xie Shang picked up a small spoon and skillfully scooped two spoons, put them in his own fried rice, stirred them gently, dug out a large spoon, and filled them in his mouth in one bite.
"Um."
His eyes couldn't help but widen a little.
That's the taste!
He can't make this taste.
Xie Shang has been cooking for most of his life, and he can cook the delicacies of mountains and seas. He can also pick up these ordinary grains and grains at will, but he can never make them again. On his 23rd birthday, his wife personally tasted the bowl of longevity noodles cooked for him.
It is said that this is crab roe fried rice, with a strong seafood flavor, which is completely different from the longevity noodles made with chicken soup and vegetables. Back then, his wife cooked noodles for him in a country house, and used an old hen that had been raised by the fellow villagers next door for seven years, and the meat was not very good.
His wife seemed to be less cooking when she was at her parents' home. The chicken soup was a bit salty, and the chicken was hard and tidy. He smiled and cleaned up the mess, picked out the chicken and chopped it into chicken glutinous rice balls, made it into small balls and fryed it, and added it to the noodles to eat together.
The meatballs were a little burnt, but they just happened to be his appetite. The taste was so beautiful that he could not forget them for many years. However, since his wife died of dysfunction, he has never made noodles that tasted so good. He cooked a bowl of longevity noodles every year, but it was not right every time.
"Why."
Xie Shang suddenly felt a little melancholy.
Only then did he realize that he had forgotten his wife's voice, appearance, smile, and things that were once unforgettable and thought they would never forget in life can be forgotten.
After all, more than twenty years have passed, and time, although bitter, is also a good medicine.
"It turns out that it was not that Gu Chu's fried rice was incorrect in the heat, but that it was a deliberate flaw."
It may be forgotten after eating something that is too perfect. On the contrary, he may remember this regret for a long time. Whenever he eats similar meals or sees similar meals, he will think of today's meals.
Xie Shang smiled and cleaned up his messy mood, but Chef Fan stared at the golden dumpling soup that he had just served. Oh, it was called golden soup.
Chef Fan looked at the golden foil floating in the clear soup bowl, folded into a cluster of golden roses, stared at the small word "detect" floating on the petals, suddenly raised his hand to cover his heart, the corners of his mouth twitched, and tears rolled down. He quickly turned his head and did not let the tears roll into the bowl.
"Old lady, your golden soup is ready."
A soft and soft voice suddenly came from his ears. Chef Fan turned his head suddenly. An old man next to him who was dressed in luxury was also holding a bowl of golden soup in front of him.
The gold foil in the soup bowl was cut open and cut into stars the size of a thumb belly. The whole bowl of soup was bright and bright. Just by looking at it, it made people feel happy and happy.
Who in the world doesn't love gold?
Who can still feel bad when you see gold?
Fan Chu stood up suddenly and looked around. At least half of the guests had gold foil in their bowls.
Maybe it was the gold foil that the female chef made herself? Maybe it was not gold foil, but pasta that looked like gold foil? Maybe...
"Woo."
Chef Fan knocked on his forehead, no, no! He was almost envious of Xie Shangde's gold foil. He secretly looked at it for a long time, and still held it in his hand to play with it. He hoped that he would have it this year, so this is not ordinary gold, it is clearly the glory of being a chef!
He turned his head stiffly to look at the floating trick next to the water sign, and there were a lot of "precautions for eating gold foil".
Just looking at these things, I feel that eating gold is more difficult than eating puffer fish.
Fan Chu: "...Because the ingredients are rare, the golden soup is only made twenty servings, first come first served, and the sale is suspended after completion."
Read the bottom line of the trick word word one by one.
It turns out that all the gold foils this year, all are here.
Chapter completed!