v3 Chapter 633： Home taste

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The soup is drinkable, but it's not particularly delicious.

There is no cooked cabbage in this small bowl of Jiang Feng. There is only one piece of pork belly. A lot of diced beef sinks underneath. The minced onion and tomato grains are invisible and difficult to taste. Vaguely felt an onion smell obscured by a strong tomato sauce.

Because Jiang San added a lot of tomato sauce, the color of the soup is similar to that of borscht, and the taste is a bit like that of borscht, but if you take a few sips, you can find that the borscht is different.

There is a strange taste that cannot be said, but also a delicious taste that cannot be said.

This bowl of soup can bring warmth, this warmth is not just brought by temperature. From the moment of the entrance, the soup entered the mouth and crossed the esophagus and finally reached the stomach. The warm feeling followed the trajectory of soup flowing into the stomach, spreading to the limbs and body.

With a small bowl of soup, Jiang Feng only felt that his body was warm and warm, as if it was shining by the warm afternoon sun. It was very pleasant, as if not lying in the cafeteria but lying on the sun-drenched lawn. Keep your eyes closed.

"How's that?" Jiang Jie looked expectant.

"It's delicious, and I feel warm after drinking." Jiang Feng tells the truth, just a little modification.

Hearing Jiang Feng's words, Jiang Jiesheng was very happy. If it wasn't for the small books, he would have liked to remember the words of the time and place characters and Jiang Feng just now.

"I called to ask if my wife ’s master is still walking down. Today, the sun is so good, Master may not have returned." Jiang Sanjie said, and took out his cell phone to call Zhang Li.

After learning that Jiang Weiming was still basking in the sun below, Jiang Sanjie found a large bowl filled with half a bowl of soup from the depths of the cabinet, took another iron spoon, and carried the bowl to Jiang Weiming to send the soup.

The bowl Jiang Feng had never seen a similar model in a small cafeteria before. It is estimated that Jiang San bought it himself, and put it directly in the cabinet in order to save trouble. The reason why it is hidden inside is probably afraid of others taking it by mistake.

As soon as Jiang San walked in the small kitchen, there was no one else. Jiang Feng went to the door and took a look. The administrator was not there, so he relaxed and opened the properties panel to see what Jiang San's recipe was.

A new character lights up in the recipe bar.

Ginger Health (1/1)

Weird Soup Level B

Produced by Jiang San

This is a magical soup full of flaws, but also full of emotions. The wonderful combination of ingredients, simple and rough cooking methods, contains the precious and intense feelings, which constitutes this strange soup with sour, sweet and bitter flavors that is not just life's taste but also life's taste. Sweetness comes from the happiness of the family, sourness comes from caring about the family, and suffering comes from worrying about the loved ones. This is a dish that is born for the family and is also wonderful for the family. It will also be one of the most proud dishes in the life of the producer. You can get a warm feeling within two hours after eating. (If there are serums within four generations in the same table, it will slightly improve the feeling of warmth.)

There is no limit to the number of times this dish can be made.

Friendship reminds the original producer to produce better results.

This is Weiwei soup, not Baiwei soup, Baiwei soup is Jiang Weiming's, Weiwei soup is **** health.

Jiang Feng looked at the details of the dishes a bit stunned.

This is the first time he has seen such a long and special dish with details that are not emotional enough to make up. Jiang Sanjiu, with his abundant and sunny feelings, just put this dish on the b-level.

There is still half a pot of soup in the pot, which is steaming, exuding a scent like borscht but not borscht.

Before trying this pot of soup, Jiang Feng smelled the borscht first when he smelled the taste, but after he tasted the taste, Jiang Feng first thought of the warmth in his body.

If you want to use Wang Hao's tone to make a bit of exaggeration, it is the feeling of being surrounded by the sun.

The sun is covered with blood, warm and comfortable.

Jiang Feng thought about it, picked up the bowl he had just drank the soup from, and simmered it again. He held the bowl and drank the soup, and ate the meat.

Although Jiang Jian's weird soup is not so delicious, it does taste different. There is a magical power of drinking a bowl and wanting to drink a second bowl, even if you drink it, and you want to drink it today and tomorrow.

Different from pure meat, it's just two extremes.

Just when Jiang Feng was still drinking the soup in the kitchen, Jiang Sanitary had brought the soup to Jiang Weiming.

Today the sun is good. There are a large number of elderly patients walking downstairs to chat and bask in the sun. There is no shortage of family members of patients who send water and fruits. It is the first one to bring a bowl of hot soup like Jiang Sanitary.

The old patient who was still praising Jiang Weiming for giving him an apple to his filial son immediately felt that his son was not so filial, and the apple in his hand was no longer fragrant.

Ginger's bowl of soup is more fragrant than apples.

The elderly patient said that he also wanted to drink, the kind cooked by his own son.

Former filial son?

"Master, there are really no ingredients, and I don't know what to do for you, so I made this bowl of 100 ... weiwei soup." Jiang Sanjian originally wanted to talk about Baiwei soup, but he thought that He couldn't make Jiang Weiming's Baiwei soup, so he changed his tongue to strange soup.

Jiang Weiming took Tang with a smile and said, "I haven't seen you make such a weird soup before, has it been researched recently?"

"Yeah, I've been thinking about this for a while." Jiang Sanjian started lying subconsciously.

Jiang Weiming started to drink soup.

After completely losing his sense of taste, eating became a very mechanical thing. He no longer had expectations for three meals, and no longer used to comment on each dish as usual.

Eating and drinking has changed from work and enjoyment to the most basic guarantee for survival. Can not taste, the taste has changed from icing on the cake to adding superfluity.

Speaking of it, no one may believe that during the time when he lost his sense of taste, Jiang Weiming's most wanted to eat is Jiang Feng's pure meat 馄饨 ~ www.novelhall.com ~ he just wanted to try whether the pure meat 带 can bring him once. Feeling when something.

It is not necessary to have a baggage of Hongzhang, as long as he can get the feeling he had when eating, even if it is crying and uncomfortable.

Jiang Weiming started to drink soup.

He found that the sun, which already had a tendency to fall, suddenly became energetic, the sunlight became intense, and it was very comfortable to sprinkle on his body, more comfortable than lying on a massage chair for a body massage.

Originally, he planned to stay down for another five or six minutes, but now he just wants to stay here for a while, preferably until the sun goes down.

The sun became very warm, so warm that people wanted to close their eyes and enjoy it quietly.

Jiang Weiming closed his eyes comfortably.

After opening his eyes, Jiang Weiming found that there was no sunlight, and the only trace of sunlight was blocked by a cloud.

But the feeling of warmth did not disappear.

Jiang Weiming seemed to realize something, took a look at the soup in his hand and took another sip.

He couldn't taste it, but he was very happy.

Jiang Weiming changed from a small sip of soup to a big sip of soup. After drinking the soup, he did not forget to use a spoon to chop off the rest of the ingredients in the bowl.

"Hygiene, do you still remember when you asked me, what level did you have to learn to be a teacher?" Jiang Weiming asked.

Jiang Sanji certainly remembers, "When you say I can make the dishes I want to make, I will be a teacher."

"Then do you remember what kind of dishes you want to make?"

"I want to make the same dish as Master and you can remember for diners." Jiang Sanitary also thought silly that this was just a daily Q & A with teachers and apprentices.

Jiang Weiming smiled gently. "Good boy, congratulations, you have finally graduated."

"Ding, the side mission Jiang Weiming's wish was completed, and the mission rewarded Jiang Weiming with a memory."

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