While the other cooks were still working hard on cooking, something seemed to be eager to burst out of the closed earthen pot.
That strong aroma, even the iron lid of the earthen pot could not restrain it, and began to continuously impact the entire cooking area.
A storm-like breath descended on the cooks who were cooking this time, and their minds were suddenly pulled away from the cooking.
This is also one of Zhao Fuyu’s cooking visions.
The aroma captures the soul!
He hasn't used the power of higher-level aroma to seize the gods, but just relying on this hand has forced many cooks to interrupt their cooking.
The inability to compete with this hand also shows that their qualification level is far from enough to participate in such a competition.
Even though several judges wanted to judge these cooks more strictly, they did not think of screening the level of these cooks. Zhao Fuyu had already done it for them just by relying on the aroma of a dish.
The soul-stealing power of the fragrance gradually spread to the audience area observing from the side.
Each of the cooks is very talented, and their sense of smell is naturally beyond ordinary.
Under such circumstances, a huge change occurred between the two parties. The cook, who was still observing attentively, was suddenly attracted by the aroma of the air.
The ultimate aroma dazzled them.
I can't imagine what kind of dish it is that has such a fragrant aroma.
The expressions of some cooks who knew a little bit about the scent of seizing souls changed slightly.
Because they know that the aroma that captures the soul is based on the extremely high and pure quality of the food.
It can be said that every time there is a vision such as the fragrance taking over the soul, it also means that the quality of the food has reached a level that they can't even imagine and can only read about it through word of mouth and books.
...
"finished!"
Zhao Fuyu murmured, then ignored the high temperature and moved the hot iron lid of the earthen pot away.
Suddenly, strands of golden light gathered into a sea and shot straight into the clouds in the sky.
Even in the Shirin Temple, it made everything around him tremble.
A strange image spread out from the golden light.
It's like countless sounds of nature descending, seemingly real and illusory, flowers raining and fragrance floating.
It is the vision of the kitchen. The statue of God!
The sky is full of excitement!
Extremely fragrant, extremely fresh, transformed into the ultimate beauty.
The mirage scatters across the sky and earth, seducing and resonating with the power of the underworld, turning illusion into reality, and condensing fiction into reality.
It's like giving these smallpox entities, every bit that enters a person's body makes their body stronger and their appetite increases!
"Here comes Fengyuan from the Eastward Journey!"
After hearing Zhao Fuyu's words, the hand holding the tongs continuously took out the soup cups that were still in the earthen pot one by one.
Placed in the tray.
This soup called "Eastward Journey to Fengyuanlai" has been declared completed!
At this time, everyone has just entered the second hour, at the critical point at the end of the last half hour.
Zhao Fuyu once again surpassed time and completed such a soup.
You know, many people want to wait until the last moment before serving the soup, even if they want to make the soup more mellow.
It is extremely rare for someone like Zhao Fuyu to prepare the food as soon as it is cooked.
But now that Zhao Fuyu has reached this point.
Then he will naturally need to pass the test of the judges.
And the people he will meet are not the five Shirin Temple acting teachers who are on the side review. Even if they will participate in the tasting, they will not be able to decide anything.
Everything needs to wait for the four main reviewers to taste it before they can give their opinions!
...
"Sure enough, this kid is the first to come!"
Tokugawa Wind Power's words are unforgiving, but the admiration for Zhao Fuyu in his eyes cannot be deceived, and he is even very envious.
With such talent and demeanor, he almost resembled him when he was young.
Of course, Zhao Fuyu didn't know what this person was thinking.
Otherwise, I might be frightened.
"Before, I could only see Lai try his craftsmanship. Now that I have the opportunity, I won't be polite."
Fenghua Linyue, who obviously looked like a beautiful woman in her forties, also smiled softly, looking forward to her portion of the soup.
With other students from Shirin Temple delivering food, the food was quickly delivered to the judges even though there was a considerable distance between the judges and the cooking area.
At this time, the tinfoil was removed, and under the lid of the soup cup, streams of unimaginable aroma continued to float out.
Many judges present were also excited.
...
'stuck'
The clear clanking sound of the lid sounded, and the first thing that caught the eye was the slightly oily star, but with an amber color and a little bit of golden soup color.
Then there is the aroma that seems to be a mixture of chicken soup, duck soup, pigeon soup, flying dragon soup, meat soup, winter melon soup, and medicinal soup. It is very complex, yet extremely refreshing and stimulates people's appetite.
The extremely complex taste makes people unable to control their appetite.
The snow-white meatballs did not fall apart due to the high-temperature stewing. Instead, they appeared to be quite firm due to the beating.
The winter melon, on the other hand, has been completely soaked in the color of the soup, and no trace of whiteness can be seen anymore, as if it has completely integrated into the soup.
There is no need for too much seasoning, just add a little salt before stewing, and the rest is the natural taste of stewing.
Regardless of his status as the head of the family, Tokugawa Fengden picked up a spoon and directly scooped up a meatball and a piece of winter melon. Ignoring the temperature that was enough to directly burn the esophagus, he put it into his mouth. .
"Hoo~!" "Hoo~!"
"That's what it tastes like!"
"That's the temperature!"
“It’s so comforting to have a piece of hot soup like this right now!”
But what is surprising is that what Tokugawa Fengden admires about this soup is not the extremely delicious and perfectly blended taste, but the temperature of this soup and the refreshing feeling of this soup.
This also made many of the cooks watching on the side puzzled.
On the other hand, the other three reviewers, after tasting the same, understood the reason why Tokugawa Wind Power was so praised.
As soon as the hearty heat rolled into the body, it seemed to open up the tendons in their bodies that had not been normal for many years, making people feel refreshed all over their bodies.
You can feel the coolness when the breeze blows on your face!
At the end of summer, there is nothing more comfortable than feeling cool after sweating profusely.
In addition, the soothing hot soup is like a hot spring. Along with the extremely sweet soup, your whole body and mind are sublimated.
The meatballs were fluffy and delicious, and the winter melon melted in your mouth, completely immersing the four judges in the world of soup.
It was like being in a hot sea, with the sea breeze whistling around you, and soon the clothes of the four judges were completely soaked with sweat!
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
