It was not until Zhou Dong gave out some beef soup that the chefs present understood why Cang Yun was so out of control.

‘Grape wine luminous cup, and the pipa is urged to drink it immediately’

When the ancient Chinese saw wine for the first time, they were shocked by things in the sky. Then they found that if this wine was placed in a glass, it would be even more beautiful and moving, so the glass also turned into a high-priced luminous cup.

It can be seen that food and wine must first conform to the word "color" and then taste the taste.

The beef soup produced by Zhou Dong was also placed in a glass wine glass with a capacity of about two taels. At this time, the soup color had changed from light yellow to golden, looking clear and transparent, without any impurities. Under the refraction of the light, the whole cup of soup seemed to be shrouded in a layer of golden light mist, with an indescribable sense of mystery.

Only when you look carefully at the mouth of the cup will you know that this seemingly clear beef soup is actually a real soup, because the soup body is two or three millimeters higher than the edge of the cup, but it will not overflow at all. Instead, it accumulates into a small hilly hilly shape at the mouth of the cup. This is a phenomenon that only cellaring rice wine has been around for more than 30 years, but it occurs on a cup of beef soup.

"It's okay, I finally didn't miss it."

Zhou Dong nodded with a smile, but did not move this cup of beef soup. I have "tasted" it in the kitchen of Cai Yao. Although the taste of this beef soup is wonderful, it is no longer fresh to him.

"It seems as clear as water, but its texture is as heavy as lead and mercury. Brother Zhou, I am beginning to believe that this is really a dish."

As the head chef of the Chinese Country, Ling Zhenfeng has always maintained enough reserve. At this moment, he lined up everyone and walked to the side of the case quickly. He looked at the beef soup in the cup, and said with a serious expression: "As the head chef, I have the responsibility to taste the cup of beef soup first. This is a task assigned to me by the country. We must be serious, responsible, and realistic..."

As he said that, he was about to stretch out those Lushan claws...

"Ling Sheng, let's take a break."

Cai Bo, who had been standing in the crowd without saying much, took a step forward and blocked Ling Zhenfeng.

"If I remember correctly, Ling Sheng is the chief chef, and the menu is set, and the cooking is of course your management, but I am the Guoyanmei Food Reviewer, the person who supervises you?

So, even if you want to taste this cup of beef soup, it is my business, so I won’t bother Ling Sheng…”

In theory, Cai Bo's temperament would not be so "snatched" like this. This is not the style of a talented man. But Cai Bo has always been depressed at this banquet and feels particularly lacking in existence.

First of all, the dominance of cold and hot dishes is allowed by Chinese chefs, and whether it is the cold and hot dishes range, Zhou Dong is now the only one who stands out. How can he find fault with supervision?

He loves it, he is now 'loved' Zhou Dong deeply.

After finally waiting for an opportunity to evaluate, of course it is not a problem. With Cai Bo's knowledge of food, how can we not see that 99% of Zhou Dong's "beef soup" is a god-level dish? I was about to enjoy it with my position, but I didn't expect Ling Zhenfeng to grab it in person?

Cai Bo's heart was like Mingjing. Although Zhou Dong used dozens of dollars in beef bones and a few pounds of snowflakes and beef, there were not much soup after it was actually cooked. Can you still count on the rest after walking outside for a round?

Not to mention that this is the soup that just came out of the pot! Are the big guys outside good? They have a high status? But they didn’t have the chance to eat the freshest and hottest head spoon soup!

For this spoon of soup, what about the chef of the Chinese Kingdom’s chief chef? According to his habit, it is “killing”!

"this......"

Ling Zhenfeng was stunned. He was really useless when facing Cai Bo.

I am a young man in front of others, and I have always only eaten but not cooked. I am a serious food industry and known as the God of Food! But I am a diligent person, and I will be suppressed by him innately, let alone every sentence in Cai Bo is reasonable, which makes him unable to refute at all.

"Haha, Ling Sheng, please give it up."

Cai Bo slid and went straight to him. He picked up the wine glass without saying a word, took a few glances before gently lowering his mouth and taking a careful sip along the edge of the glass.

"Si..."

It was so comfortable and fragrant that it made everyone swallow their saliva, and they were also a little worried.

The beef soup in that cup was a little higher than the edge of the cup. Isn’t this old man afraid of spilling it?

"What, it's like this!"

After Cai Bo sucked it, the half "small hill" that was above the edge of the cup suddenly fell into a small pit.

This is nothing. What surprised everyone was that this pit had existed for a full second before it was filled with beef soup flowing from all sides.

This cup of beef soup that looks as clear as water actually reaches the state of "loose on the outside and tight on the inside" in the legend of Qinxing!

It seems that the liquid flows loosely, but it is actually condensed like flesh!

This soup already has some meaning of transcending the essence of food!

This is not a divine dish!

After taking this mouthful of beef soup, Cai Bo was stunned. His eyes, which were bright and clear in color, were even not so romantic enough, suddenly glared at him. It was a pity that he had been raising a talented man for seventy years, and was shattered by this mouthful of soup!

Now everyone can see that Mr. Cai lost his composure and was reluctant to drink with his mouth, and even sucked. The old man stuck out his tongue without hesitation.

Lick it!

All the chefs were shocked.

The God of Cookery has started licking the cup?

"It's true! It's really a dish, not a soup! Zhou Sheng, amazing, amazing!

Starting today, I, Cai Bo, will be your number one fan!

Tsk tsk tsk tsk..."

Lao Cai held the cup tightly and licked it wildly, "I have no three ambitions in my life, and I have no fault of food and sex, but I get a piece of cake and lick it until the mountains are not as important as the food and lump!" What is the special food appraiser hired by the National Banquet, what supervision work, and what bigwigs of the Four Kingdoms outside, Lao Cai does not have this cup of beef soup in his heart at this moment!

"Uh, Mr. Cai has over the award."

Zhou Dong smiled: "Since Mr. Cai has already tasted it, then put it on the table.

By the way, the comrade in charge of serving can explain clearly to the bigwigs of various countries that this soup dish can be eaten alone, or it can be eaten with various pastries, or even various Russian breads..."

Before he finished speaking, Cang Yanshan walked in quickly, rushed into the crowd and grabbed Zhou Dong and said, "Brother Zhou, your wine has caused trouble. Come out with me!"

Zhou Dong frowned and said, "No, I'm all yellow wine. No matter how intoxicating I am, I can't cause too much trouble. What's more, those who drink today are not ordinary people?

Is it a lawsuit to file for a drink? It's not about drinking. Besides, haven't you settled all the Russians' accompanying staff?"

"Hey, it would be great if we really started a lawsuit. Anyway, we are all competing with each other and it doesn't matter to everyone, but...oh, brother, don't ask, go out with me!"

***

The Emperor was stabbed into tears.

It is no joke that alcohol can move sex. The old agent who has been silent for half a century is telling the whole world through this banquet that he can show not only iron fist and muscles, but also chivalrous tenderness.

Three bowls of but the gorge made this big drinker motivate a heroic spirit, and unconsciously recalled the first half of his life when he had cut thorns into the flowers.

The next general and ministers made him silent, and he always felt that the weakest part of his heart was hit hard. When Mr. Shang told him the legendary story behind the wine, the emperor was silent.

Chinese people can really be so moved?

In the career of the Emperor's rule, they often either live or die. Even today when he is in power, he is still like walking on a tightrope, tolerant, mutual understanding, and the sum of generals and ministers? Such a story may only happen in China. Compared to this dragon chanting in the east of the world, Russians will never be a naughty child who does not know how to love...

The more others drink, the more they feel, the more sad the Emperor drinks.

If Lin Xiangru could appear in his life, what's wrong with him even being the reckless Lian Po? But there is really no, Sang Xin...

The cold fragrance and coldness of Yuhuchun made this sad man's mind a little heavier. When the wine reveals the meaning of the earth rejuvenation and the spring wind is warm, perhaps other bigwigs are just marveling at the winemaker's magic method, but the emperor is like a child who finally walked home from the vast white mountains and black waters. What greets him is his mother's gentle caress...

Dialectics tells us that the more cruel and strong a man is, the more soft he will have a heart that desires to be loved!

So the emperor cried.

Of course, the dignified Russian Emperor would not be crying loudly. He just had a trace of sadness on his face and a trace of tears in his eyes. But even so, he still shocked the bigwigs of various countries.

Is this because of eating or drinking?

If you cannot find the essence through phenomena and peel off the wire and pull the cocoon to solve the problem, this may be a very serious serious treatment incident!

So Cang Yanshan was stunned on the spot. What's wrong with the Emperor? He was so spicy that he was drunk? No? He used vodka to add it to the bottle since he was a child...

Mr. Shang frowned on the spot: "Comrade Cang Yanshan, is there something wrong with the alcohol?"

"No, Mr. Shang, we use fine wine brewed by Chef Zhou. After more than a dozen safety tests, all the "safety experts" who have drunk this wine said they can drink some more."

"Oh, is it the wine brewed by Master Xiao Zhou?"

Mr. Shang's face suddenly calmed down, and Mr. Shang made the final decision: "Then there is definitely no problem!

But... Comrade Cang Yanshan, please invite Master Xiao Zhou to come."

Cang Yanshan was sweating coldly at that time, and at this moment, he held Zhou Dong's hand and muttered: "Brother, keep it steady, that's the Russian emperor."

Zhou Dong nodded: "Don't worry, he should have just drunk a little more and remembered the sad things, right? After all, this big guy's experience is too complicated and he can almost write a book."

After all, the Emperor is the Emperor, and he is sad for a while, so how could he always cry? When he saw Zhou Dong again, his eyes were slightly red and his nose was thrusting a few times occasionally, and there was nothing wrong with it.

"Mr. Zhou, thank you for the good wine you brew..."

The emperor took the initiative to walk to Zhou Dong, first patted his shoulder, and felt that he was too out of control, so he took his hand instead. His slender eyes were full of praise: "Mr. Zhou, you reminded me of the past in an instant and found myself.

This is the effect that only top-notch wines can have. You are such an amazing person!”

"Well, in fact, each of us has been confused and often lose ourselves at a certain period of time, but truly kind and wise people will always find their own..."

It is false that Zhou Dong said not to be nervous when facing the Russian emperor, but at this time he represented China, so he naturally could not lose his national character. Suddenly, he remembered a passage that a psychologist often said when he was in the Chudu Mental Hospital.

"This is a good thing. There was a great monk in China who successfully found himself. He said happily at that time, 'I only know that I am me today'."

"I only know today that I am me..."

How have Russians ever heard such thought-provoking words?

The emperor was shocked at that time, and after thinking for a long time, he sighed: "It's a pity that people like me cannot be the real mine."

It became more and more profound if we continued to talk. Zhou Dong felt that the few words of chicken soup he had "plagiarized" were probably unbearable, so he didn't answer, just laughed, and this made the emperor feel even more unpredictable and profound.

"Mr. Zhou, if possible, I wonder if I can buy some of the wine you brew?"
To be continued...