Chapter 275： Drink it, drink it

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As Liu Zhongguo's voice fell, someone came over. He saw Qin Lao and Liu Zhongguo's expression of enjoyment, and had long been attracted.

And the food I just ate was not full.

The soup smelled incredibly fragrant, so he walked up first, and the others, who had no action, looked at them, and some people whispered.

"Look first, is it really delicious."

"Give me a bowl." The man approached the cauldron and said to the waiters who distribute soup.

The first bowl of Xianlan Lingbao soup was quickly filled, and the scent made the appetite wide open. This person looked at the soup in front of him.

His eyes lit up.

The white smoke floated up from the bowl, hit a roll in front of this person and then dissipated, like a cracked scent bomb, white mist and scent, all exploded on his face, let He couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"This soup is so fragrant. Is it really soup? I have never smelled such a fragrant flavor in my life."

This man's gaze fell directly on this bowl of Xianlan Lingbao soup, and the soup dared to be taken from the Liu's house, and the soup from the master chef was definitely not ordinary soup.

The white porcelain bowl is filled with clear water like mountain springs and ripples like blue waves, and in the clear soup, there is a uniform purple, and this ray of purple is like life.

Constantly swimming in this clear soup.

But the soup was steaming with white mist, but the temperature was just right. A small piece of abalone was floating at the bottom of the bowl, like a pearl in a golden gauze and a golden light.

"This... this really shines."

The man stared blankly at the bowl of soup he had never seen before.

He couldn't even think of breaking his head. What kind of soup can it be made like this? It's just like a piece of art. It's moving and impeccable.

His status is not ordinary. He has a lot of money at home. He occasionally goes to a big hotel to eat. He has tasted all kinds of food in the big hotel. He has drunk a lot of soup naturally.

He had drunk the appetizing soup before meals and the digestive soup after meals, and it was rarely repeated.

He even drank various famous soups made by famous chefs.

However, he now has a feeling that all the soups he had previously drank, compared with the radiant Cinnamon Lingbao soup in front of him, the soups are a bit eclipsed in terms of fragrance and sale.

In fact, this soup only contains water and abalone, as well as a ray of purple orchid juice, no other extra ingredients, not even chopped green onion, but this person has an inexplicable feeling.

This Xianlan Lingbao soup is definitely better than any of the famous chefs in Songjiang.

Therefore, he no longer hesitated and picked up the bowl.

"Goo..."

The fragrance came again, and the man's stomach cried out.

"Hot, be careful." The waiter reminded kindly, but the person didn't listen at all. The people around were still curious, could it really be so delicious?

The waiter gave him a small spoon made of blue and white porcelain.

The man grabbed the blue-and-white spoon in the bowl, licked his lips, and then carefully scooped a spoonful of soup. The clear soup suddenly rippled like a stone hitting the lake.

The soup was scooped up, and the rich aroma immediately spread over the surface, impacting the person's taste.

Drank it.

Drink it!

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