Chapter 822： : Normal operation (on)

"Try it, please like it if you are satisfied."

"Also, don't eat overlord meal!"

Xia Yu said seriously.

Mrs. Tang and the middle-aged man next to each other stared at the fish pot on the tray.

The lens was pulled in to give a close-up of the dishes, and the audience rioted.

A pot of soup was full of clear water, and there were three-tailed pine bass.

The key is that these three fish have been fried and boiled through two heat treatment processes, and the skin is smooth, just like the fisherman just fell back from Songjiang. At first glance, it is intimidating.

"This, this is definitely not a live fish?"

"Fool, pay attention to the green onion of the fish body! There is also a "sword knife". Did you see that the knife around the fish body is spent, this is a dead fish!"

Vegetarian!

light!

There is nothing more to say about this fish soup of Xia Yu. Apart from the clear and colorless soup in the clay pot, the green onion is dotted with green onions.

"Douchi?"

However, after all, it was the elderly, with a savage vision. Mrs. Tang pointed to a few black beans hidden under the body of the casserole fish, and the eyes showed a smile, "You have added some tempeh in addition to the medicine soup. ?"

"Yes."

Xia Yu replied calmly, and Yu Feng turned, "But this tempeh is not the other tempeh."

Is this tempeh, not tempeh?

Mysterious words spread to the venue, and immediately triggered a dense whisper of whispers.

Mrs. Tang froze for a moment, but in just two or three seconds, his mind reacted, and there was a comprehension in his eyes, "So, I probably understand your idea..."

The middle-aged man next to the old lady is obviously an important figure of the Tang family. She helped the old lady to the stage before. Now she is sitting beside her again. Her status and identity are self-evident. He pressed his chin and stared at Xia Yu's beautiful face with curiosity. "Did you use two different tempeh?"

Xia Yu nodded with a smile, "Your Excellency is right, you know I can't hide you."

"what!"

At the same time, Li Han, Tang Yuqiong, and Wu Yingying, who were in the box above the head, also responded very quickly, "I understand!"

Zhao Zhen, who had hair clips and waist skirts and undergarments, was squatting on an embroidered pier, looking across the window sill to see the fish soup. About a dozen meters away, Zhao Zhen sniffed the delicate nose, thinking about a naughty smile on his face, and the free and easy-to-wear women's lord, "Medicinal, it is'light tempeh.'"

"Eat, it's "salted tempeh!""

He solved the puzzle a little bit.

"Light tempeh and salted tempeh, although they are tempeh, but the production method is very different. The process of making light tempeh is cumbersome. You need to take the mulberry leaves and Artemisia annua, and soak the soybeans in the boiling water, and then use the boiling. The mulberry leaves and artemisia annua are covered with soybean fermentation. This is the first step of fermentation, and the second step is to discard the redundant impurities of mulberry leaf and artemisia annua, wash the newly fermented soybeans, put them in a closed container, and let them sit for another ten and a half months. When the aroma overflows, you can take out the cooking and let it dry..."

Wei Qinglian said so on the jury.

At this time, on stage and off stage, Wei Qinglian and Mrs. Tang had overlapping voices.

"As for the salted tempeh, there is no need to add Chinese herbs such as mulberry leaves, artemisia annua, etc. during the production, it is simply cooking and fermentation, but due to the different details of the production process, regardless of the light salty tempeh, there are many genres."

Mrs. Tang finished, sniffing the faint smell of medicinal herbs, "So, what genre of light tempeh and salty tempeh do you use?"

Wei Qinglian is also staring at him.

"Taste it--" Xia Yu just smiled and made a gesture of invitation. This is his answer.

"Is this..."

Mrs. Tang was slightly funny.

"Mother, please use it!" The middle-aged man next to him took the initiative to take the spoon and scoop the soup, especially when taking the fish. He seemed cautious. A spoonful of fish was perfectly packed in a white porcelain bowl without breaking into pieces.

The soup and fish were hot as soon as they came out of the pot, and the old lady had no idea about the fish. After taking a look, he took a spoon and sent a hot soup into his mouth.

what!

The old man's surprise was written on his face.

Obviously hot and even hot fish soup, imported unexpectedly cool, did not give a touch of pressure on the mouth and tongue.

Moreover, the seemingly light soup is instantly turned into a rich fish juice liquid.

Is the perch delicious?

Is the herbal soup comfortable?

What if it is delicious and comfortable to stack?

The taste of the coincidence of collision is simply a match made in heaven.

"Wait, medicinal herbs!" Mrs. Tang's eyes barely kept a sense of reason, and the spoon sent hot soup to her mouth again. "Gamson, cinnamon, star anise, cloves, sanna, white tofu..."

Suddenly, Mrs. Tang ate all the herbs inside.

However, it does not mean that she can understand the melodies formed by these medicinal materials around "douchi", that is, the mysterious spice formula.

"Two melodies, what can he do?"

At the same time, Wei Qinglian was frozen at the jury.

The mouth, the delicious fish soup, mixed with ‘salted lobster sauce’, the scented lobster sauce, which is like a multiplication symbol in the spice formula, and the deliciousness of the fish soup is not multiplied, which is confusing.

But this is just the first melody.

Fish soup is imported from the throat and esophagus into the body.

Wow--

Wei Qinglian was originally washed away by the flood of fresh water, and his empty eyes suddenly rose into greenery.

The mulberry leaf and artemisia annua implied in "Dan Douchi" broke out, and another world emerged.

Open your eyes, it is a field of ridges, mulberry leaves are just growing season, lush and green.

There is a stream under the **** of Tianlong, where perch frolics, and Wei Qinglian only feels like she is a female medicine guest returning from medicine. Perhaps she was exhausted on the road, lying on the slope, and the medicine basket filled with artemisia annua left beside her. Just kneeling and gazing quietly at the swimming fish in the stream, the clouds gathered and spread out above his head...

She is still, as if frozen by time, but the surrounding environment is changing, and the clouds are changing, changing day and night.

A lock!

The locked door!

In the end, what the eyes saw turned into a dark dark room with no fingers, and Wei Qinglian could only see the gate with metallic luster and the glittering lock.

"Bang! Bang!"

"I want to go out--"

An unspeakable panic struck. Wei Qinglian kept patting the door. Suddenly, she heard a crackling sound in her ears. The lock was broken, and the solid door opened. She rushed out regardless of everything.

Ho!

Looking back, it is already a reality.

In the main judging position, Wei Qinglian opened her mouth lightly and spit out a scent of fresh fragrance. "Did it save me?" Gratefulness appeared in her eyes, but just as she blurted out, she seemed to be thundering.

If it was Wei Qinglian in her teenage years, she must have exclaimed, and now Wei Qinglian put the shock in her heart.

"I get it..." She murmured This time I really realized it.

"Captivity, save!"

Mrs. Tang, who was under the stage, was shaking with her hands, and the spoon swayed obviously.

Next to her, a middle-aged man who called her mother, sitting stiffly in a chair, her eyes stunned by such a spicy formula.

Is there such an operation?

The head of the Tang family was shocked and actively spoke to the microphone: "The ultimate umami taste can be constructed by any qualified top chef, and any special killer recipe can be perfectly inked on the umami taste, and no one dares to say himself Make a break. But, is the ultimate taste really over? At the Lin level, is there no more shocking expression?"

"call--"

He inhaled and then vetoed loudly, "No!"

"Higher expressiveness requires deeper skills to build, just like this bowl of fish soup--" Tang Tianxing pointed to the clay pot on the table.