Chapter 815

She still remembers her husband saying that it's easy to cook this dish, but it's not easy. Simply put, as long as you are willing to settle down and just want to make a good dish, you can make it.

But it's not easy to calm down.

"Xiao Wei, is this..."

Wei nodded, "that's right, mom!"

The landlady trembled and looked at Yan Chenxi, "how did she... She..."

Soon, the mellow smell filled the whole square.

The fragrance is refreshing, as if it can hit the heart and arouse people's primitive and basic worship and awe of food.

The town leader sat next to Mr. Wu. At the moment, he was completely surrounded by this intoxicating fragrance.

A pair of eyes stared at the dish made by Yan Chenxi for a moment.

"I'd like to see what this is!" konggi walked over with his teeth clenched, and Xiong Wei followed him at this time.

"No matter how fragrant it is, it's only a soup and water dish. I don't believe it. I can turn out flowers..." however, as soon as Xiong Wei's voice fell, the whole person was shocked.

That dish really turned out flowers.

Originally placed quietly on the plate, those vegetables cut into all kinds of vegetables, watered by the white soup, automatically changed their shape, as if they were alive. Spread and grow in the world on the plate.

The flowers and bones bloom, the branches grow, the grass flutters and grows, and the dead wood has vitality

It's obviously a dish, but now it's like a painting with life. Showing the world that everything grows!

"Ten thousand... All things grow?" Kong Ji's eyes trembled and blurted out.

"What are you talking about? What growth?" Xiong Wei looked at Kong Ji puzzled and couldn't understand what he was talking about. He wanted to ask clearly, but Kongji closed her lips tightly and couldn't speak.

The town leaders were also confused. They didn't know what had happened. However, the mellow fragrance lingering at the tip of the nose is real.

At the moment, he looked at Yan Chenxi's dish that he couldn't see before, and had a strong desire to eat.

However, more surprising is still to come.

With the white soup slowly injected into the small pot, the scene on the plate is like a dry land gaining new vitality. All things are growing, a prosperous, just a dish, but it gives people hope.

And the pot of white soup like a soul is like a moist waterfall, watering everything on the earth.

As the white soup in the pot is poured out, the beautiful scenery on the plate is finally in full bloom.

This is not so much a dish as an art.

An art that thrills people's hearts.

Yan Chenxi didn't look at others, but looked at old Wu, "try it."

"OK... OK!" old Wu's voice was shaking. Because of excitement, the chopsticks in his hand fell off twice. Finally, after slowing down, he picked up the chopsticks and trembled to the plate.

Under everyone's notes, he took a chopstick, put it into his mouth, chewed it gently and tasted it carefully.

Almost for a moment, Wu's eyes turned red, and then he began to cry like a child.

"It's the taste. It's the taste. I've been waiting for 80 years. 80 years... I can eat it in my lifetime. I'll die without regret..."

The old man cried bitterly, but now anyone can see that he was excited to cry.

The town leader finally couldn't restrain his curiosity and quickly put a chopstick in his mouth.