Chapter 732 The Face is Gone
Clear soup, thin noodles, stirred by chopsticks, the soup with ripples presents an artistic, winding and soft picture, with a long, distant and light aroma, occupying all the attention of both taste and vision senses with an extremely domineering momentum.
The branches seemed to have awakened their self-awareness and picked up a handful of noodles with chopsticks. The soup flowed back into the bowl along with the noodles that had left the soup bowl and had become straight and no longer twisted into beautiful curves, making the fragrance linger.
The delicate and soft light yellow noodles are actually quite beautiful if you look closely, a simple beauty, a beauty without any embellishment.
I couldn't wait to stuff the noodles into my mouth. Well, it looked soft and seemed like it would break if bent without any strength. But in fact, the chewy and smooth noodles with the pure fragrance of grains were emitted continuously as they moved between my lips and teeth, filling my mouth.
What does it feel like?
It was like when they were in the beginning of their lives, they were in the endless golden wheat fields, smelling the fragrance of wheat, and watching the branches and vines wrap around the sickles to harvest the wheat frantically.
From wheat to flour and then to noodles, there are many processes to go through. The tender green germs break through the soil, thrive in the sun and rain, and finally produce bunches of plump and heavy ears of wheat.
The harvested wheat ears are separated by machines into grains of wheat, which are then processed into flour, and then into noodles.
Rather than tasting a bowl of noodles, it was more like the fruit of nature and the labor of those who worked hard to grow wheat.
This result, through simple and skillful processing and cooking, becomes a sense of happiness that is so rich that it is about to overflow.
The layers of flavor of the noodles are not much inferior to the soup.
The beautiful fragrance of grains is the ultimate taste enjoyment.
At the same time, the salty and fresh taste of scallops emerges from behind the fragrance of grains. This taste originating from rivers, lakes and seas is overbearing and purely primitive.
They perfectly interpret what is fresh and what is salty. Coupled with the fragrance of chicken soup, the original flavors of the bamboo shoots, mushrooms, green vegetables and other ingredients soaked in the chicken soup appear and release in the mouth one after another.
This noodle, like the soup, seems to taste light and simple, but only after putting it in your mouth can you enjoy the delicious feast that various subtle flavor molecules bring to your taste buds.
My body began to tremble uncontrollably, which was the result of being too happy.
Apart from trembling, they could not find any other way to express the happiness in their hearts.
"Slurp, slurp..."
One mouthful after another, swallowing and chewing in big mouthfuls, the noodles in the bowl were decreasing at a very fast rate. Xia Xiaohu looked back and saw Yingchun and the others eating, and swallowed his saliva.
This side...
It seems to have the same meaning as the saying among humans that a real person does not reveal his face.
"Old immortal..."
Xia Xiaohu, whose gluttony was awakened, came over quietly with a face full of saliva.
“Is this noodle delicious?”
Yingchun and the others ignored him and were already immersed in the delicious world of noodles.
After getting no response, Xia Xiaohu turned to look at Jian Yan, "Baby, give me some."
Jian Yan's answer was to smile and hold up the bowl to show him, "Sorry, Uncle Hu, the noodles are gone, and the soup is gone too."
There was a big bowl of noodles, but because Yingchun and the others ate so happily, she kept adding more noodles, and all that was left was the little bit in Yingchun and the others' bowls.
(End of this chapter)
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