A pot of white rice porridge, without any other accompaniment or any color embellishment.
"Old Man Mo, is this the peerless delicacy you mentioned?" Old Man Xie asked with some disbelief.
Old Master Mo also looked at Luo Yu in confusion, waiting for his explanation. Meanwhile, Mo Han, standing beside Luo Yu, remained silent from beginning to end, the calmest of the group.
"Uncle Mo, have a try." Luo Yu picked up a small bowl on the tray, filled it with white porridge, and placed it in front of Grandpa Mo. Although Luo Yu had lost his sense of taste, he still had a good control over the fire for cooking porridge, so even the white porridge cooked in his hands had a faint rice aroma.
Although Mr. Mo didn't know why the original "delicious" dish turned into a pot of white porridge, considering that it was made by Luo Yu himself, Mr. Mo decided to try it.
After stirring it gently with a spoon, Mr. Mo said, "This porridge is well cooked."
The old man was disdainful, saying that no matter how well it was cooked, it was still a bowl of white porridge.
After blowing on the porridge on the spoon and finding it to be the right temperature, Mr. Mo put it in his mouth. Uncle Zhou used to send Luo Yu's breakfast every day, but this morning, because Luo Yu's breakfast was too hard to eat, Uncle Zhou didn't send it. At noon, Mr. Mo only ate a little, and he was actually very hungry at this time.
As the porridge entered his mouth, a rich rice aroma immediately filled his taste buds, and his already hungry stomach growled even more. Mr. Mo quickly swallowed it, the warm porridge melting through his throat, gliding through his intestines, and finally warming his hungry stomach. He felt a warm sensation all over his body. It didn't have the same amazing flavor as before, but it was so simple that it almost brought tears to his eyes.
"Old man, what's wrong with you?" Old Mrs. Mo looked at Old Man Mo with moist eyes, wondering what was wrong with him. Wasn't it just a bowl of porridge?
The other old men also looked confused. What was wrong with this porridge? It made the fearless old man Mo cry after eating it. Is it really necessary to be so exaggerated?
"You guys try it too." Mr. Mo didn't want to say much and just asked them to try it.
Old Mrs. Mo was the first to take action. After drinking the first mouthful of porridge, although not as exaggerated as Old Man Mo, she also sighed. It was unknown what she was thinking about. The other old men were also silent.
The other people in the banquet hall watched as these top old gentlemen drank a mouthful of porridge and then fell silent. They also fell silent. For a moment, the banquet hall was unusually quiet.
Only Sun Minghao, Zhou Jiazhi and the other two looked at Luo Yu worriedly.
After a long while, Mr. Mo's voice finally rang out. "This bowl of porridge reminds me of the war-torn era. Back then, it was a luxury for ordinary people to have a bowl of porridge. Now, life is better, and we have plenty of meat and fish every day. It's shameful to think that we still complain about this and that. We've eaten all kinds of delicacies from land and sea, and our taste buds have been numb. After that, drinking a bowl of porridge like this, I suddenly feel that nothing can compare to it."
"Yeah..." Old Master Xie also nodded with emotion. Although this porridge had no taste, no seasoning, and no other messy things, it was precisely because of this purest taste that people felt unusually comfortable.
"Boy Luo, I like this dish and this birthday gift of yours very much." Grandpa Mo said to Luo Yu with a smile.
Luo Yu also smiled when he received the praise, not knowing whether it was because of the recognition he received or because of his good luck again.
Hearing the old man's praise, the eyes of others looking at Luo Yu changed. Looking at Mr. Mo's attitude towards the young man, and then looking at Mrs. Mo looking at the young man with a kind face, they knew that the young man must have been recognized by the two big men of the Mo family.
Suddenly, the girls who had come to the banquet for Mo Han looked at Luo Yu with envy and jealousy. To be recognized by the Mo family, that young man was about to soar to fame and become a phoenix.
"Luo Yu, congratulations." Sun Minghao said with a happy smile: "I didn't expect you to be able to deal with my grandparents so easily. I was worried about you just now."
"Okay, Luo Yu, you can conquer that difficult character, Grandpa Mo. Luo Yu, you will be my male god from now on." Zhou Jiahao said frankly.
Zhou Jiazhi also said with a smile: "Now the problem between you and Uncle Mo is no longer a problem, Luo Yu. That's great."
Luo Yu looked at the three people who were worried and sincere about starting for him, and was moved. He smiled and said, "Thank you."
"We are just friends, why should I thank you?" Sun Minghao wanted to put his arm around Luo Yu's shoulder, but before his hand even touched Luo Yu, it was opened with a "snap" by a snow-white hand.
"Wow, it hurts so much, Xie Minna, what are you doing?" Sun Minghao wiped the back of his hand that was hurt and glared at Xie Minna, not even calling her by her usual nickname.
"I'm hitting you. Isn't that obvious?" Because this was the Mo family's back garden, with no outsiders around, Xie Minna, who had been pretending to be a lady for a while, could no longer pretend and revealed her true nature. After beating Sun Minghao, she smiled and said to Luo Yu, "Hello, handsome guy. Your name is Luo Yu, right? My name is Xie Minna, and I'm a good friend of Sun Minghao and the others."
"Hello." When facing strangers, Luo Yu always adopts a polite but distanced attitude.
Xie Minna didn't care about Luo Yu's somewhat cold attitude and continued, "I just came back from abroad and will go to Peking University. We will be classmates in the future. I would like to ask Luo Yu for guidance."
Xie Minna generously extended her right hand to Luo Yu. Out of courtesy, Luo Yu also extended his left hand to shake hers. However, it only stayed for two seconds. When Luo Yu wanted to withdraw his hand, Xie Minna grabbed it and refused to let go.
"Wow, your hands are so smooth and your skin is so white. Most importantly, your fingers are so long. Your hands are so beautiful." Xie Minna said as she touched Luo Yu's hand.
This female Tyrannosaurus actually teased Luo Yu in front of them. Although Sun Minghao was a little embarrassed about Luo Yu's identity, but no matter what, apart from that embarrassing identity, Luo Yu was still their good friend. How could they watch Luo Yu being eaten by the female Tyrannosaurus in front of them?
So, Sun Minghao quickly pulled Xie Minna away and said, "Just talk, why are you touching me?"
"I like it, what's it to you?" Xie Minna said this, but she didn't struggle. In order to prevent the female Tyrannosaurus from harming Luo Yu, Sun Minghao quickly pulled Xie Minna away, "Luo Yu, I have something to do, I have to leave first."
Looking at the background of the two people leaving, Luo Yu was thoughtful.
Zhou Jiazhi walked over to Luo Yu and explained, "Xiao Na is Minghao's fiancée. She is just like that. Don't take it to heart."
Luo Yu smiled but said nothing. Zhou Jiahao couldn't help but said, "Sister Na is really scary. Judging from her expression just now, it seems like she's attracted to you. Luo Yu, you'd better stay away from her."
"Really?" Luo Yu turned his head and happened to meet Zhou Jiazhi's meaningful gaze. He smiled at him and said, "Maybe!"
After finishing his business, Mo Han finally came to find Luo Yu, and Luo Yu followed him out. The banquet was almost over. Although Mr. Mo hadn't announced it publicly, everyone who had attended knew that Mr. Mo had approved of Luo Yu as his "son's daughter-in-law." Many families decided to go back and thoroughly investigate Luo Yu's background to see how this young man had managed to climb the Mo family's powerful tree.
The former retired leader also learned the news soon and called Mr. Mo immediately.
"Haha, Old Mo, I thought that after becoming a businessman, even your thoughts have become more open. I never thought of it!" The old leader began to tease Old Mo.
"People always change. What can I do if that brat likes it? Besides, same-sex marriage is legal in our China. It was passed when you were in office. Have you forgotten?" Others may not dare to speak to the old leader like this, but Mr. Mo has been through life and death with the old leader countless times and has no such concerns at all.
"You, you, are always unwilling to suffer any loss." After a few seconds, the old commander sighed, "Come to think of it, I watched Mo Han grow up. That kid is a good soldier. It's a pity."
Mr. Mo was unconvinced and said, "I don't agree with what you said. What's wrong with that brat inheriting my business? Isn't that a contribution to the country?"
"Okay, I can't convince you. You must let me know when you have a wedding."
"Of course, you can't do that without giving her a big red envelope. But the child is still in school, so it might take a while. When the time comes, you must be there so we can have a good drink together."
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On the way back, Luo Yu leaned on Mo Han's shoulder and fell asleep. In reality, he had entered a virtual space and begun the final challenge. The system no longer held out hope that Luo Yu could successfully complete the challenge. How could a host who had lost his sense of taste possibly defeat a perfect chef?
At this moment, the result was no longer important. Luo Yu just wanted to use all his efforts to complete the final challenge. What happened at the banquet tonight gave him inspiration.
At the last countdown, Falak and Luo Yu finished their last dish at the same time. However, Luo Yu did not try Falak's dish. After all, he had lost his sense of taste and could not taste anything in Falak's dish.
On the contrary, when Falak saw Luo Yu making that pot of white porridge, he was stunned for a moment, and then began to taste it.
Seeing that Luo Yu had made a pot of white porridge, the system said unhappily, "This is terrible. The host has given up on himself. This time he is definitely going to lose. There is no hope at all."
Just when Luo Yu was ready to lose the game, he was suddenly stunned by Falak's words.
"You win."
What? Luo Yu was shocked and looked at Falak in disbelief, "Why?"
"For us chefs, porridge is also a dish. Your porridge makes me feel the taste of happiness, just like life. No matter how colorful and wonderful it was before, it will eventually return to the ordinary. Just like your white porridge, although it is plain, it makes people feel the happiness of the ordinary taste. A good chef's dishes are not made to make people feel how delicious they are, but to make people feel happy and satisfied after tasting them. You have understood the meaning of this. Congratulations, host."
Falak looked at Luo Yu and felt relieved.
"Ding... Challenge successful. Advanced cooking skill upgraded to perfect cooking skill. Reward the host with 1000 attribute points and one intermediate disc lottery."
"Ding... The host has successfully repaid 1,000 attribute points. The host's sense of taste has been restored. Falak's perfect-level cooking instructor has rewarded the host with a copy of 'Falak's Cooking Encyclopedia'. Please check it out."
Luo Yu held the "Falak's Cooking Encyclopedia" in his hand and bowed deeply to Falak who was slowly disappearing.
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