Star Chef, She Can Be Salty Or Sweet

   Chapter 732

The clear soup, the fine noodles, and the chopsticks stir, the soup that raises the water presents an artistic, winding and soft picture, with a long and long-lasting light aroma, occupying the taste and vision with an extremely domineering aura All the attention of the dual senses.

As if he had awakened his self-consciousness, the branch picked up a chopstick noodle with his chopsticks. The soup went straight away from the soup bowl and no longer snaked out the beautiful curve. The noodles rushed back into the bowl, and the fragrance was endless. .

  The delicate and soft light yellow noodles are actually quite beautiful when you look at it seriously. Simple beauty, unrefined beauty.

I can’t wait to put the noodles into my mouth, okay, it seems soft as if it breaks with no effort, but the firm and silky noodles with the fragrance of pure grains are constantly emitted as the lips and teeth squirm. Overfill the mouth.

  What kind of feeling is this?

  It is as if they were in the life space of Chuchu. They were in the endless golden wheat field, smelling the smell of wheat, and the branches and vines rolled the sickle and harvested the wheat madly.

  From wheat to flour to noodles, there are many processes to go through. The green malt burrows out of the soil, thrives in the sun and rain, and finally produces bunches of full and heavy wheat ears.

  The harvested wheat ears are separated from the machine and turned into grains of wheat, which are then processed into flour, and then turned into noodles through the flour.

  It is not so much what they are tasting now is a bowl of noodles, as it is the fruit of nature and the fruit of the labor of people who work hard to grow wheat.

  This result, through simple and skillful processing and cooking, has become a feeling of happiness that is about to overflow.

  The layered taste of noodles is not much inferior to that of soup.

  The beauty of the fragrance of grains is the ultimate taste enjoyment.

  At the same time, the salty and savory taste of scallops emerges from the fragrance of the grains. This taste from rivers, lakes and seas is domineering and purely primitive.

They perfectly interpret what is fresh and what is salty, coupled with the fragrance of chicken soup, the original taste of the bamboo shoots, mushrooms, green green vegetables and other ingredients soaked in the chicken soup, wave after wave in the mouth Appear, release.

  The noodles are the same as the soup. The taste seems plain and simple, but only after you put it in your mouth, you can enjoy the delicious peak feast brought by the various subtle flavor molecules to the taste buds.

  The body trembles uncontrollably, which is the result of being too full of happiness.

  In addition to trembling, they have no other way to express their happiness.

  "Suck, suck..."

  One mouthful after another, swallowing and chewing, the noodles in the bowl are decreasing at an extremely fast speed. Xia Xiaohu, who looked back, saw Yingchun and the others eating, and snorted.

  This side...

  It seems to be similar to the human being's unrecognizable sentence.

  "The old immortal..."

   Xia Xiaohu, who was awakened by the worm, touched it silently, with a look of salivation.

   "Is this noodle delicious?"

  Yingchun, they ignored him and were already immersed in the delicious world of noodles.

   did not get a response, Xia Xiaohu turned to look at the brief words, "Baby, give me something."

  The short answer was to smile and show him the pot, "Sorry, Uncle Tiger, there is no noodles and no soup."

  A large bowl of noodles, because Yingchun they ate too much, she added noodles seamlessly here, and only the portion in Yingchun's bowl has been eaten.

  (End of this chapter)