Mo Hai chose three snow silver bluefish, each one was one foot long.
"I won't make many tricks for you today, just make some fish soup."
Mo Hai said.
"Don't let me down."
Yan Qingwu smiled.
Half an hour later.
Yun Shuhe came with the spiritual pulse.
"Master Yun, you came just in time, try my fish soup."
Mo Hai put away his spiritual veins and stopped talking about the spiritual veins. Instead, he invited Yun Shuhe to come and drink fish soup.
Yun Shuhe frowned slightly, but Mo Hai was relieved, actually turning his back on the guests. However, Yun Shuhe glanced at the copper tripod aside, his nose twitched, and he couldn't smell anything at all. This made Yun Shuhe not interested in Mo Hai's cooking skills.
Feeling doubtful.
"Elder Zheng, go and tell the kitchen to prepare a few more dishes to go with the wine, and bring some good wine from our island."
Yun Shouhe ordered.
Elder Zheng took the order and went.
"Mr. Mo Da, your fish soup has been boiled for half an hour, but there is no fragrance at all. Are you sure this fish soup is drinkable?"
Yan Qingwu also stretched her head and said with some worry.
"Although it doesn't smell good, it tastes good when you drink it. Qingwu, go get a bowl and serve a bowl for everyone. Everyone who meets you will have a share today."
Mo Hai smiled.
Although Yan Qingwu was skeptical, she still followed the instructions and brought the porcelain bowl and spoon.
The only people present were Yun Shuhe, Mo Hai, Elder Zheng, Liu Waner, Qingping, and Tonghu.
"Hey, Mr. Mo Da, you cooked the fish too badly, not even the dregs are left."
Yan Qingwu said while ladling soup.
In fact, everyone really didn’t have any expectations for Mo Hai’s fish soup, especially now that they see it.
But Mo Hai cooked it himself, so it was hard for everyone to refuse.
"Then I won't be polite."
Yun Shuhe held the fish soup, said politely, and then took a sip.
Because Yun Shuhe was the first to try it, everyone's eyes were focused on Yun Shuhe except Mo Hai.
As a strong man in the Nascent Soul Realm, Yun Shuhe felt uncomfortable for the first time because of being stared at.
Yun Shuhe was ready to take a casual sip and finish, but after taking a sip, Yun Shuhe's expression changed.
Seeing the change in Yun Shuhe's expression, everyone's hearts were lifted, and they thought they had overturned.
But soon, Yun Shuhe's next move shocked people.
Yun Shuhe did not put down the bowl, but continued to drink heavily. He quickly drank the whole night's fish soup in one gulp, and finally made a "chip" sound.
"one more bowl."
Yun Shouhe handed the empty bowl to Yan Qingwu, looking unhappy.
"Uh..." Yan Qingwu was confused. She realized what she was doing and quickly looked at the bronze cauldron. There was not a lot of fish soup in the bronze cauldron. After one bowl per person, there wasn't much left.
"Master Yun, please wait a moment. Mr. Mo Da said that each person should have a bowl first. I will serve a bowl to each person first. If there is any leftover, I will serve it to you."
Yan Qingwu said.
"Okay, okay."
Yun Shuhe was also a little embarrassed. He had lost his composure, but there was nothing he could do about it. This fish soup was simply too delicious. This was the first time Yun Shuhe had tasted such delicious fish soup in so many years of his life. Unlike Mo Hai,
Comparing the fish soup, the fish soup cooked by Beicang Xiandao chef is simply garbage.
Yan Qingwu speeded up and served a bowl to everyone, and then she couldn't wait to serve a bowl herself.
How delicious and special it is, you can only know it by trying it yourself.
Yan Qingwu first took a sip. As soon as the warm fish soup entered her mouth, Yan Qingwu could not help but shudder.
This, this taste can't be described in words. If you don't drink this fish soup, it looks like a bowl of milky white rice soup. It doesn't even have aroma. But as soon as you drink it, it feels like sitting down.
After getting on the rocket, it flew into the sky quickly, giving people a ethereal and empty feeling of being in the clouds. However, this feeling quickly disappeared, and in an instant, people fell into a world of ice and snow again, but there was no severe cold.
It feels like you are in a cabin in a snowy forest. The stove in the cabin is burning slowly, providing heat, and you are looking at the snowy scene outside the window. This is a quiet and peaceful feeling.
, after this feeling, you quickly changed the venue and came to a garden with a gloomy spring.
Just taking a sip of the fish soup, Yan Qingwu felt as if she had traveled to many places. This feeling was unprecedented and wonderful.
For monks like Yun Shuhe and Yan Qingwu, this fish soup is so delicious, let alone ordinary people like Liu Waner.
After everyone drank the fish soup, they felt refreshed and a wonderful power was flowing through their bodies. All fatigue was swept away, and they felt as full as if they could run ten thousand miles without rest.
However, seeing how little fish soup was left in the bronze cauldron, everyone was too embarrassed to ask for any more.
"Mr. Mo, I really didn't expect that not only are you highly skilled in cultivation, but your cooking skills are also so superb."
Yun Shuhe now has some sincere admiration for Mo Hai.
As the saying goes, a gentleman cooks far away, and the same is true for monks, especially monks who hold high positions and have advanced cultivation. They can eat whatever they want and there is no need to cook at all.
It is simply surprising that a person like Mo Hai has such cooking skills.
Mo Hai was also not modest about Yun Shuhe's praise.
"Master Yun, in the entire secret realm of mountains and seas, I'm afraid there is no one who can cook better than me. But thanks to such delicious ingredients as snow silver bluefish, I hope Island Master Yun won't refuse when I come to ask for fish in the future.
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Mo Hai smiled.
Mo Hai is not joking. When the door to the secret realm of mountains and seas is fully opened in the future, Mo Hai is going to cook it himself and have a spiritual food banquet for his parents, sister, and friends to taste.
"Mr. Mo is joking, you can come and get as many of these snow silver bluefish as you want at any time."
Yun Shuhe smiled silently, why weren't you so polite when you asked for the spiritual pulse just now?
Now he's just pretending again. Isn't his spiritual vein inferior to a few snow silver bluefishes?
Although he was slandering in his heart, on the surface, Yun Shuhe's attitude towards Mo Hai has improved a lot. It seems that delicious food can really bring the distance between them.