Chapter 170: Leave a taste of regret, a delicacy of regret?

Author: Heart of Light and Darkness

Chapter 170: Leave a taste of regret, a delicacy of regret?

Cheng Lin suppressed his anger and finally didn't bother with Li Xueru, the little girl. Seeing the judges drinking soy milk in the bowl without leaving any drops, he laughed and said, "Dear judges, I don't know how to rate Cheng's bowl of soy milk?"

Now even Cheng Lin has to admit that Zhouzhou has put a lot of pressure on him. From the moment he ate edamame, his name as "tofu holy hand" was very likely to be taken away by this young man. This is his greatest source of wealth. Those monks, handsome monks and pretty nuns in famous ancient temples may not care whether he is listed in the Qinxing Weapons Chart, but they will care very much about who is the best chef in the world to make tofu dishes.

It is easy for monks to make money, so it is also very easy for monks to make money. Legend has it that all the characters on the divine weapon list regard money as dirt. First of all, it is because they have money. If they cut off their source of wealth, they will try it? They all have to be crazy!

‘This is not easy to deal with’

Mr. Zhang Zhouxuan looked at Wu Jiushe. Among the judges present, they were the most prestigious, but they were both loyal fans of Zhouzhou. This score was hard to beat.

To be honest, even the most picky Wu Jiu tongue cannot find any problem. If ten is the perfect score, Cheng Lin should be ten. If percent is full, it would be a shame to give someone a 99-point score.

But if you give a full mark now, Zhouzhou will be under too much pressure. What if you fail? How many genius chefs have a smooth journey, but they have a knot in their hearts because of a failure and eventually become passers-by?

Even if he is not selfish, Cheng Lin is already in his forties, and for many years he has been ranked in the rear of the weapon list. It can be said that his potential has been exhausted. Zhouzhou is only in his early twenties and has a bright future. Even if he does not lose a genius for China Qinxing, the two of them do not want to personally announce that the soy milk made by Cheng Lin can get full marks.

Moreover, Cheng Lin is so ugly, so Master Zhou is different. He is young and a little handsome. He can make money and can also make side dishes. Not to mention Li Xueru, Su Rou, a girl who doesn’t have a boyfriend yet, even Gu Xiangyuxin, a big sister who is still charming in the seventh girl in Huizhou, turned to Zhouzhou. She clearly felt that Cheng Lin’s soy milk was perfect, but she kept silent and pretended not to hear Cheng Lin’s question.

"Hehe, are you all stupid? Why don't you answer my master's words?

The master also said I was stupid, hehe, I see you guys are stupider than me."

Seeing that these judges were "silly" and didn't speak, Niu Yong felt confident. It turned out that there were many people in this world who were like me, most of them were fools who were not very good at speaking. I understood what the master said.

"Haha, Master Cheng has had at least thirty years of grinding soy milk by hand? The beans are all over, and they will be broken when they are ground. They will simmer slowly and simmer and steam the oil! If I read correctly, this is the trick of Master Cheng's hand-grinding soy milk."

Unexpectedly, the first one to speak was Zhouzhou.

Zhou Zhou gently put down the bowl in his hand, nodded and exclaimed: "A porridge, rice, water and pulp, it looks like the most basic cooking skills. It seems very simple, but isn't it the most difficult?

Just talking about this soy milk, I'm afraid not many chefs will appreciate it. Even if they want to provide it to customers, they are mostly for apprentice chefs to make it. If you can still use ready-made soy milk powder and not use a soy milk maker, it would be considered very rare.

How many people can study soy milk with a hand-grinding process to such an extent like Master Cheng?

So, for me, Master Cheng’s hand-grinding soy milk is perfect and you can get full marks!”

Zhouzhou did not turn on the "Myth on the Tip of the Tongue" function at this moment, but with the taste level of a special chef, he enjoyed the most delicious soy milk that he had tasted for two lives. He sincerely appreciated it.

Mr. Zhang Zhouxuan frowned: "Xiao Zhou, you have thought about it before talking about it. Master Cheng's soy milk is really good, but to talk about perfection, full marks, isn't it an exaggeration? There is no perfect person in this world, so how can there be perfect food?

Also, if you are a person who is involved in the cooking, how can you give the other party a score? It’s not in line with the rules.”

Wu Jiushu looked at Mr. Zhang Zhouxuan, then looked at Zhouzhou, and nodded, "What Mr. Zhang said this time is right, it is not in line with the rules."

Zhou Zhou smiled and said, "The two old men have no disobedience to the rules. Good is good. This is just what I said in my heart."

"I didn't expect this to be a little unexpected to Old Cheng. Master Zhou, you are a good person. No wonder even the 'venomous snake' named Wu is thinking about protecting you."

Cheng Lin looked at Zhouzhou carefully and finally showed an admiring smile: "Thank you for your words just now, but Doucai is Doucai. Although I was a little moved by what you said just now, I won't let you go. Since you said that, would you admit defeat?"

Everyone shook their heads secretly when they heard this. Master Zhou was so kind, and he didn't think about who the people on the diligent weapon recipe were? These people didn't even take national cooking masters seriously. Maybe they didn't value money, but they were all guys who valued fame in great importance. Wouldn't the man surnamed Cheng show his fangs?

"Master Cheng is probably a misunderstanding. I didn't say I wanted to give in?"

Zhou Zhou smiled and said, "Although your soy milk is perfect, how do you know that I can't make the same perfect soy milk? At most, this is a tie.

What's more, I once heard Mr. Zhang say that there is another flavor in this world that can surpass perfection, that is, the flavor of 'beauty is not enough, leaving regret'."

"What?"

Cheng Lin was stunned. His stupid disciple Niu Yong was even more stunned. ‘It’s over. It seems that the master is really right. I. I should be a real fool, otherwise why can’t I understand what this little guy said?

Hehe, it's not right. Master doesn't seem to be much better than me, and he doesn't seem to understand it either.'

"Master Zhou, are you nothing? How could there be such a saying in the world, leaving a taste of regret, and still have the only shortcomings? You."

Cheng Lin suddenly turned his head and looked at Mr. Zhang Zhouxuan: "Old man Zhang, he will do it. Old Cheng, I think this young man is really good. You can't just run the train and fool others around!"

Mr. Zhang Zhouxuan smiled and shook his head: "My surname is Cheng, is my old man such a person?

Besides, I don't have the ability to say such things.

Do you know that senior from Zangdu?

My old man was also lucky that day. He once heard him say with his own ears that although the taste of perfection is good, it is too perfect and becomes false and not real enough.

Therefore, if there is a little beauty and a little regret, it may be more realistic and the taste is called the beauty of defects.

It can also be said that it is because of some shortcomings that chefs and diners can truly find a certain beautiful taste.”
Chapter completed!