Other-Worldly Restaurant of A Stay-at-Home Dad

Chapter 1487

Five bowls of thick white beef bone sour soup were put into the soup bowl. Chebman came forward, took up the tray and put the thick soup in front of the judges.

The attention of the judges has been completely attracted by the sour soup in front of them. The hot air mixed with the smell of beef bone sour soup swept away all the chill in an instant, and the sour taste made people salivate and couldn't help swallowing.

"There's nothing more comfortable with hot soup in winter." Michael reached out and picked up the soup bowl. Some of the hot bowls warmed his calloused hands. He opened his mouth and blew the hot air. Then he took a sip of the soup close to the edge of the bowl.

There are also some hot soup entrance, the sour taste is not sharp, on the contrary, it is very mild, perfectly blended with the fragrant bone soup, bringing a very distinct sense of hierarchy.

Sour, brings a pleasant taste experience.

Warm soup brings warmth.

"It's still the sour soup that makes people feel happy and warm." Michael drank three mouthfuls of soup in succession, then commented with a smile: "this is the soup I should drink in winter, and it's also the most delicious beef bone soup I've ever drunk. I think I can drink two more bowls after drinking this bowl."

With that, he continued to drink soup, Gulu Gulu, completely immersed in it.

Hill's eyes brightened as he looked at the sour soup in front of him.

When she was a child, she often heard his grandfather tell the story of harshwitz. He was the only cook who could be mentioned by him frequently. Every time she mentioned him, she would surely mention his famous dish - sour beef soup.

Five years ago, harshwitz came to the city of chaos. She was lucky to join her grandfather in the party. The people present were the people sitting on the judges today, as well as Roland, the Lord of the grey temple.

It was also winter that year.

It was her first time to taste the sour soup of beef bones. Even five years later, the wonderful taste still lingered in her mind.

Now, in front of her, there is a bowl of sour beef soup.

There are several green scallions floating on the thick white sour soup, and a few dark yellow radish floating in the soup.

The sour taste of pickled radish and the strong smell of beef bone blend together, which makes the soul feel warm. Simple ingredients and simple cooking methods make the wonderful taste of the ingredients bloom completely in the ingenious collision.

Hill picked up the spoon, gently plucked the onion, and then scooped up a spoonful of thick soup.

Thick white soup, derived from the bones of cattle, but also because of sour soup can be so rich.

Hill opened her lips slightly, blew gently at the spoon, and then fed it to her mouth.

It's a familiar taste.

Mild sour taste with a bit back to sweet, beef bone aroma into the soup, mellow and wonderful.

It's like soaking in the warm spring water, relaxing the whole body and soul.

After a long time, hill slowly opened his eyes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. He looked at HA Sui and said, "it's the same taste as the first time, but there are some changes. It's a warm taste, which makes people want to be immersed in it."

"Last time I met, I was a little girl." Ha, Switzerland said with a smile.

"But I'm still captured by the sour soup." Hill also said with a smile, holding a spoon and scooping up a spoonful of soup, the same elegant blow, and then fed to the mouth, continue to enjoy the simple happiness of this bowl of soup.

"With the high recognition of the two judges, it seems that the Swiss master will win with his signature dishes."

"That's not necessarily. Boss Mai hasn't served the dishes yet. You don't know what kind of fairy food Buddha jumps over the wall is!"

"I heard that a prisoner in Bastille prison next door couldn't help jumping over the wall because he smelled the smell of Buddha jumping off the wall, just to have a share of Buddha jumping off the wall."

The audience whispered that both Michael and hill spoke highly of the sour soup, which made people curious about the real taste of the sour soup. At the same time, they also had some differences on the direction of the game.

"Miss Hill's evaluation is warm and happy. It seems that this bowl of sour beef bone soup is really delicious." Vanessa smacked her lips and swallowed her saliva quietly, but she had no formal identity to taste.

"Although the sour soup is delicious, what boss Mai offered is Buddha jumping over the wall, so there are some." Abraham looked at the Shaoxing wine jar in front of McGonagall with a smile. Recently, he occasionally ordered a cup of Buddha to jump over the wall to taste it. Even he did not dare to eat it every day. However, when he came to the city of chaos, he became healthy every day, and some minor problems would be better unconsciously.

"It's the best duel I've ever seen, better than any I've ever seen in a book." Said Vanessa, a little excited.

Jeffrey took a sip of the soup, picked up a sour radish with his chopsticks, took a bite, and there was a smile on his face.

The soft and rotten radish almost melts in the mouth. The sour taste is almost diluted by the soup, and then soaked by the beef bone soup. It's sweet and sour, and it's still a familiar taste.

About 30 years ago, he and Ian went to Eisen iron fort to talk about a business. At that time, they were still close partners. They did not want to encounter a robber outside Eisen iron fort. His entourage was killed and all his money was robbed. He was beaten and only half his life was left. It was Ian who dragged him into Eisen iron fort.

There was no way for them to ask for help. They fell on the icy street and woke up in a luxurious room.

A young man brought them two bowls of soup, warm and thick, with a sour smell.

It was the most delicious soup his generation had ever drunk. It was sweet and sour, with strong bone fragrance. After drinking it, I felt that my cold body became warm, and my pain was greatly relieved.

The young man was harshwitz. He had no friends when he arrived at Eisenberg. When he saw the two people lying in the street unattended, he asked them to take them back to his house.

Without that bowl of soup, there would be no Aden chamber of Commerce later, and there would be no Warren Buffet bank now all over the continent of Nolan.

He will never forget the taste of this bowl of soup.

So even if we haven't seen each other for many years, when the invitation was sent to him, he still appeared here to act as a judge for him.

"Good soup." Geoffrey looked at HA Switzerland and said, just like the two words he said after drinking that bowl of soup, he couldn't find adjectives and thanks for a long time.

"Of course." Ha Switzerland also said with a smile, just like the answer of that year.

Robert tasted a mouthful of sour soup and couldn't help exclaiming: "sour radish stimulates the concentration of bone soup and makes the original tasteless bone soup colorful. No matter the sense of hierarchy or taste, it's amazing. In the soup, it's also the best."

On the other hand, he had finished the soup in the bowl. He put down the bowl and motioned to harshwitz, "another bowl?"

"You're asking too much." Ha Switzerland, while disgusting, picked up a spoon and served him a bowl.

"Ah, I really want to drink this sour soup."

People already don't know how many times to swallow saliva, looking at, only feel that the heart and mouth are sour.

This bowl of sour beef bone soup has brought infinite reverie to everyone.

"Such soup, should be the best in the world?"

Someone whispered.

Just then McGonagall's bell rang.

MEG turned off the stove, picked up a small hammer, knocked on the seal of the wine jar, and then slowly opened the seal.

A strong smell of meat suddenly appeared, and then swept away like a wave in all directions~~