Chapter nine hundred and sixty seventh the sea laughs
Qin Haodong smiled slightly, reached out and took the third dish. After opening the lid, a spicy aroma filled the air.
He Ziwei twitched her pretty little nose and said, "What is this smell? It smells weird, but it seems pretty good!"
"This dish is called boiled fish. Please try it, Miss."
He Ziwei picked up a piece of fish meat with her chopsticks and put it into her mouth. After chewing it for a few times, she stretched out her chopsticks again and put the white and tender fish meat into her mouth one after another.
Generally speaking, few girls can resist the temptation of boiled fish, and she is no exception.
However, after taking a few bites, the numbing and spicy taste filled her mouth, and she began to wave her little hands to fan her mouth.
"What does this taste like? It's so delicious, but it's also so exciting!"
Qin Haodong took out a bottle of Sprite, opened it and handed it over, "This is called boiled fish. It is characterized by spicy and delicious flavor. The exciting taste you feel is spicy!"
He Ziwei picked up the Sprite and took two sips, and the spicy feeling in her mouth became better.
"Your water tastes so special and delicious."
She said and burped.
After hearing the conversation between the two people, Zhuo Wengong didn't say anything this time and just picked up the chopsticks and started tasting.
He Ziwei said to He Zhong and others next to her: "Everyone, please try it. I guarantee that you have never tasted this kind of delicacy before."
These people looked curious and came over to try it out.
Soon everyone was conquered by the charm of boiled fish, and a large bowl of fish fillets was devoured in the blink of an eye.
"The spicy taste is really special and delicious. I have never eaten such delicious fish!"
Listening to the praises around him, Zhuo Wengong really couldn't say anything and could only silently admit defeat.
Qin Haodong took the last tray and said, "Miss Ziwei, this is the last dish I made. It tastes a little special, so you have to be mentally prepared!"
"The taste is special. Aren't the previous three dishes not special?"
He Ziwei had never tasted such a special dish before, and was even more curious about the plate in Qin Haodong's hand.
"You'll know after you taste it."
As Qin Haodong spoke, he opened the tray in his hand, and a strong odor suddenly filled the air.
"Oh my god, what does this smell like? Why does it smell so bad?"
"Is this still a dish? There must have been a mistake, using spoiled ingredients..."
"This thing is so smelly, how can you eat it..."
Everyone looked at the dark things on the tray and stepped back one after another, wondering what Qin Haodong had made.
Zhuo Wengong was frustrated one after another. After seeing this dish, he immediately became energetic and shouted: "Qin Haodong, what are you doing? You are using broken things to eat for Ziwei!"
Qin Haodong smiled slightly: "My dish is called stinky tofu, and its characteristic is that it smells bad but tastes delicious.
At the same time, it also tells everyone a truth: smelly things are not necessarily bad things."
After saying that, he picked up a toothpick on the dinner plate, put a piece of stinky tofu into his mouth, then closed his eyes slightly, and ate it deliciously.
Seeing the expression of enjoyment on his face, He Ziwei asked doubtfully: "Mr. Qin, is this food really edible?"
Qin Haodong smiled and said, "I promise, as long as you eat, you won't be able to put down your chopsticks."
If it hadn't been for the three dishes before, He Ziwei really wouldn't have been able to make this determination. At this moment, she had already experienced this special man's cooking skills, so she picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of stinky tofu into her mouth.
Facts have proven that women love stinky tofu far more than men.
When I was on Earth, I would often see beautiful girls holding a box of stinky tofu snacks in their hands.
This principle also applies to He Ziwei. She carefully put a piece of stinky tofu into her mouth and bit it gently. The outer shell was a bit crispy. When she bit into the inside, the tender and smooth aroma filled her mouth.
"It's delicious. It smells stinky but tastes delicious. It's really weird!"
After giving a speech, she attacked the stinky tofu in front of her opponent one after another.
I quickly ate the last piece left, and then I remembered Zhuo Wengong next to me: "There is only the last piece left, do you want to appraise it? If not, I will eat it."
"this……"
Zhuo Wengong looked confused. He had coveted He Ziwei for a long time. He knew this woman's preferences and was very picky about food. If it was not delicious, he would never be able to work up an appetite and eat so much at once.
But if it's delicious, how can such a black and smelly thing taste so good? It's totally unreasonable.
With curiosity, he put the last piece of stinky tofu into his mouth, and finally experienced with his taste buds what it meant to smell smelly and eat deliciously.
After eating, he closed his mouth in a rare move. The smell of stinky tofu left him speechless.
He Ziwei said: "Mr. Qin, the food you made is so delicious that I almost ate too much."
"In our place, girls like to eat some desserts after meals."
Qin Haodong said as he delivered a big crispy ice cream in front of He Ziwei.
"What is this? It looks so strange, it's still steaming."
He Ziwei took the ice cream in her hand and licked it carefully. She found that even though it was steaming, it was still cool.
He took a bite and exclaimed excitedly: "It's so sweet. This thing is really sweet and delicious!"
After taking two bites of the ice cream, she said excitedly: "Mr. Qin, the food you cook is so delicious. I'm afraid I won't be able to do without you in the future."
After saying this, she realized that she was a little too straightforward, and her cheeks turned red.
Plus, holding ice cream and looking like a snack, she looks extremely cute.
He Zhong stood nearby, secretly tugging on her sleeve and saying, "Miss, it's time to announce the results of this round of competition!"
He Ziwei came back to her senses, glanced at Qin Haodong shyly, and then said: "I declare that Mr. Qin wins this round of cooking competition!"
Zhuo Wengong's face was ashen. He never expected that his best cooking skills would fail so miserably.
The guy in front of me doesn't follow the usual rules at all. Every dish has a new taste that I have never tasted before.
He Ziwei said: "Mr. Zhuo, do you want to continue the competition? I advise you to stop here and just pretend that nothing happened."
She has made a secret promise to Qin Haodong and doesn't want any accidents to happen. Besides, he is also the city lord's son, so she won't provoke him if she can.
Unexpectedly, Zhuo Wengong shook his head repeatedly: "This is absolutely impossible! Isn't it just a loss?
That kid got lucky and didn't follow the routine. I will definitely beat him in the next music competition."
In his opinion, Qin Haodong's success in cooking was due to the element of cleverness, creating four flavors that were not available before.
But the rhythm is different, this thing has no foundation and cannot be used at all.
He has been studying and practicing diligently with the senior musicians in the city lord's palace for these years, and he is confident that his attainments in music are unparalleled.
He Ziwei shook her head helplessly: "Since Mr. Zhuo insists, let's move on to the next game. Which of you will come first?"
She is a well-known talented woman, and she also has profound attainments in music, even as good as Zhuo Wengong, but she rarely shows it in daily life.
Because of this, she knew very well how difficult it was to practice music and felt that Qin Haodong would definitely lose this game.
"I'll go first." Zhuo Wengong said confidently, "Boy, when I play a song, you won't even have the courage to take out the piano."
After saying that, he took out a guqin from the storage ring, sat on the ground and started playing melodiously.
He was playing the piece he was best at, called "Before the Flowers and Under the Moon," and he used it to suit the current situation.
The sound of the piano was melodious, and he played and sang at the same time. The whole music was so beautiful that everyone present could not help but nod their heads.
Zhuo Wengong looked proud. His piece had been praised many times by his father, Zhuo Wangsun, and was also highly sought after by musicians in the mansion.
As the song ended, He Ziwei's face became more and more ugly. Even if she played the song herself, she would not be able to play it at this level, and her singing skills were also very good.
After finishing playing, Zhuo Wengong put away his guqin and said arrogantly: "How was it? The boy named Qin, does he still have the courage to compete again?"
Qin Haodong smiled and said: "You play the piano softly and softly, and you sing like a girl. Is there anything I can't compare to?"
"Nonsense, do you know what temperament is?" Seeing his song being belittled, Zhuo Wengong jumped up and shouted, "Sing a heroic song for me if you can!"
Qin Haodong glanced at him, turned back and said to He Ziwei: "Miss Ziwei, can you play the flute? How about playing a song with me?"
He Ziwei said with some embarrassment: "I can play the flute, but this is not suitable. I'm afraid Mr. Zhuo won't agree."
She wanted to help Qin Haodong through her musical attainments, but she was worried that Zhuo Wengong would not agree.
"It doesn't matter, I want this kid to be convinced of his defeat."
Zhuo Wengong didn't care at all. He knew that He Ziwei's musical skills were even worse than his own. It was the first time for the two of them to play together. How could it be any better?
"In this case, please ask Miss Ziwei to play according to this score."
Qin Haodong said as he took out a sheet of music and put it in front of He Ziwei, and at the same time took out a jade flute and sent it over.
He Ziwei took the flute and played it twice, then nodded and said, "Mr. Qin, I'm ready!"
Qin Haodong sat down, took out another guqin, and started playing melodiously, it was "Swordsman" that once shocked the Chinese music world.
As soon as the music sounded, everyone's hearts trembled. The music was so beautiful and penetrating that it could shake people's minds.
At that time, Mr. Huang Zhan's song was resounding all over the country. Qin Haodong was also deeply fascinated by it, so he practiced it more than once.
At this moment, it was easy to start playing. After the prelude, He Ziwei's flute started playing along with the music score. The two played the piano and the harp in harmony, and there was no awkwardness at all like the first time they collaborated.
Immediately afterwards, Qin Haodong opened his voice and sang.
"The sea laughs, and the tides on both sides of the bank surge. The ups and downs follow the waves. Remember the present day. The sky laughs, and the tides are coming one after another in the world. God knows who will lose and who will win. The country laughs, and the mist and rain are far away. The waves wash away the world of mortals. How much do we know in this world..."
As soon as the song came out, a desolate atmosphere from the rivers and lakes suddenly filled the whole place, and at the same time, there was no lack of the overwhelming pride of the tide on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.
Lingwu Continent has always valued martial arts, and everyone present was a warrior, so it was easy to feel the charm of the music.
He Ziwei played this piece according to the score, and unknowingly she was deeply immersed in it, as if her soul was melted by this song.