"Mr. Zhao, you go first!"

The fat chef poured chicken soup into the bowl.

It was just a bowl of soup with no garnish.

Even though Zhao Xiaoyang is used to drinking first-spring tea and can eat tea eggs as a meal, he can hardly hold back!

As for the rest of the group, although they were used to eating delicacies from land and sea, they could also recognize good food by its fragrance. They stared with their eyes wide open and their Adam's apples rolled slightly.

Of the four great desires in life, eating is the most important!

Who isn’t a foodie?

"Huh? Ping An, what are you doing?"

At this moment, Li Qiangdong felt something was wrong. He looked up and saw his son stood up and picked up a soup spoon.

"Hey...hey, Dad, let me serve you a bowl of soup!"

"Fatty, don't move!"

Seeing this, Guan Yu quickly took the soup spoon from the chef and said, "Let me distribute it to you uncles!"

The fat man immediately stretched his neck and was about to pick up the bowl of soup.

Zhou Fuhai eagerly picked up the small spoon and said, "Don't be polite! We can do it ourselves!"

"Yes, yes, do it yourself, do it yourself!"

Zhou Fuhai had just said this when everyone responded by looking at the expressions of the fat man and Guan Yu.

Zhao Xiaoyang suddenly felt that the stable table began to shake.

This group of people, please stop fighting over the table.

Who here hasn’t had chicken soup?

But this chicken soup instantly caught everyone's attention.

Sometimes, taste has power.

The aroma filling the restaurant makes passers-by want to come in and sit down.

A bowl of hot and spicy noodles with oil can help a thresher harvest an extra acre of land.

The stinky tofu swelling in the oil pan downstairs can make young girls stop in their tracks.

My mother’s specialty, braised pork, can make wanderers yearn for it.

The seemingly ordinary taste has great power.

At this moment, a bowl of black feather chicken soup made a group of successful people worry that Fatty and Guan Yu would fight.

It's also reasonable!

Well, that's it.

The most important thing is, if you want to compete, you can go to the yard, it’s a big place!

Don't disturb everyone's soup.

"Okay!"

Zhao Xiaoyang finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Why don't you let me come? I'm the landlord too!"

As he spoke, Zhao Xiaoyang slapped each of their shoulders.

Plop.

The fat man was once again pressed down by Zhao Xiaoyang's powerful arm strength. Guan Yu struggled desperately, and finally his face turned red, and he handed over the soup spoon under the attention of everyone.

Zhao Xiaoyang smiled slightly and began to divide the food.

After a while, the soup was divided.

Finished drinking too.

After drinking the hot soup, everyone's faces showed a look of aftertaste.

Oddly enough, the chicken soup smelled really delicious.

The feeling when I drank it was not that strong, I just felt a warm taste from my mouth to my stomach.

An indescribable sense of satisfaction.

"What a good soup!"

Xiao Jin, who was usually quiet, couldn't help but admire it and looked at Guan Yu: "Xiao Guan, this soup has tea leaves as the base, right? But how can such a clear soup be made in such a short time?"

Guan Yu looked at the head chef standing beside him and stared blankly, "Old Zhu, yes, how did you do that?"

Xiao Jin is Lu Qingquan's assistant and a true expert in tea ceremony. He has seen many dishes made with tea and pointed out the key points right away.

Zhao Xiaoyang was just improvising here, and this wasn't the kitchen of a five-star hotel. No one could make such a perfect broth without more than ten hours of effort!

After hearing this, the chef finally reacted, picked up a chopstick and gently cut open the chicken's belly.

Suddenly, several round tea eggs slid out.

"Tea eggs! He added tea eggs!"

The fat man shouted, "I know! I know!"

"Xiaoyang's tea egg can absorb the aroma of tea, but it is filtered through the eggshell and egg coating, right?"

The head chef nodded and said, "That's right. This chicken soup is made with freshly slaughtered chickens, so it's surprisingly tender. I didn't add any seasonings. Can you taste it?"

"ah?"

The fat man was stunned. He picked up the bowl and licked it. No wonder the taste was not as strong as he had imagined when he put it in his mouth just now.

The head chef then explained, "The chicken's subcutaneous fat is rich in amino acids, which is a natural flavor enhancer. I didn't ruin the original flavor of such a good ingredient."

"It just so happens that Mr. Zhao has some green-shelled eggs at home. I cooked them a few days ago and thought they would be a good seasoning. So I tried it and it seems to work quite well."

Several food connoisseurs at the table all gave thumbs up: "Beautiful, a stroke of genius!"

"I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it! It's mainly because Mr. Zhao has good materials. If you give me some time and try a few more times, I can do even better!"

As he spoke, the chef had already deftly cut open a few tea eggs in the chicken's belly and served them out along with the remaining soup and chicken.

After eating it, everyone was amazed.

It was really worth the trip today to have such delicious chicken soup!

After drinking chicken soup, eating other things will not affect the taste of other dishes, but will stimulate your taste buds!

A group of big guys who usually say they want to eat less and exercise more actually ate up a whole table of food.

Afterwards, the few people Guan Yu brought with him cleaned up the table neatly.

Everyone sat where they were, savoring the experience with lingering interest.

"Old Wang, go back and study it carefully. I'll try it another day."

Zhou Fuhai looked at the head chef Lao Wang with satisfaction.

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