Chapter 447 Forget Worry Soup
At this point, the tasting banquet should have come to a successful conclusion.
Just at this moment, the waiter finally brought a big pot of soup.
It doesn’t look much like soup, exactly—
In the small white ceramic soup bowl, there was a soup as light as water, with a few vegetable leaves floating on the surface. It looked like the vegetable leaves were just thrown into the water, cooked casually and then served. At one point, people wondered if the waiter had served the wrong dish.
Someone asked directly:
"Waiter, is this soup?"
The waiter nodded and said yes.
The man hinted wildly:
"It doesn't look like that to me. It should be white water. Why don't you go ask the kitchen?"
This is because I have developed a good impression of Nanzhi at today's tasting banquet, and I don't want Nanzhi's wonderful banquet to be ruined by this ending.
Unexpectedly, the waiter seemed not to understand his hint and continued nodding:
"That's right, it's soup, and its name is Forget-Sorrow Soup."
After this name came out, many people present were silent.
Some people didn't remember or didn't know what the name meant, so they asked with a chuckle:
"Forget Worry Soup? This name sounds familiar, I seem to have heard it somewhere before."
"Haha, what an abstract name!"
"Wow, such a high-sounding name for Baishui!"
“…”
Those who were joking turned around and saw that many people around them had expressionless faces.
What, what is going on?
Someone present murmured sadly:
"Forget Worry Soup? Is it really that Forget Worry Soup? Could it be a coincidence?"
Another replied:
"You'll know if it's true or not if you try it!"
As he said that, he scooped himself a bowl of soup!
He sniffed it first, but didn't smell anything strange. It was still the same light, almost invisible fragrance, very similar to what he remembered.
The Forget-Your-Worries Soup in his memory had no fixed taste. It was usually determined by the main ingredients of the banquet that day.
If the banquet is rich in flavor, the soup at the end must be extremely bland;
If the banquet is light overall, the soup at the end will be sweet, sour, bitter and spicy with a variety of flavors.
Only those who are extremely confident in their cooking skills are qualified to do this.
There is no fixed procedure, it all depends on inspiration...
It sounds like a sign of a car crash!
However, there was once a person who, relying on his superb cooking skills, dared to show off his skills on a bowl of soup.
Yes, in the eyes of many people, it is just a show of skill.
It’s a pity that with the passing of that person, a bowl of forget-me-not soup was never made again.
Later, some people tried to do it, but they were just imitating others and brought shame upon themselves.
So what about Nanzhi’s bowl of forget-worry soup today?
Was it amazing? Or was it something ridiculous that they had seen countless times before? Many people picked up the soup, brought it to their mouths, and took a sip.
Everyone in the hall fell silent.
They felt the soup, which did not have much strong flavor, rolling from the tip of their tongue to the root of their tongue and then into their stomach.
A strange smell, which I couldn't tell whether it was delicious or unpalatable, came up belatedly.
The magical aroma lingers in the throat, like a wave, washing over the taste buds again and again.
During these several cleansings, it was like a big wave washing away the sand, and all the remaining emotions in the body were taken away.
The ups and downs, joys and sorrows, all settle into the deeper part of the soul, leaving only the empty mind and the taste of the soup.
"Forget-Me-Not Soup...it's really that Forget-Me-Not Soup..."
Shocked murmurs echoed softly at the scene, and many people felt the same way.
Because they recognized it, it was nothing else but——
Nanping Mountain’s Forget-Your-Sorrow Soup! The most authentic Forget-Your-Sorrow Soup!
Even after drinking it, I felt warm all over as if I had been exposed to the sun! Nanzhi...
Nanping Mountain...
They all have the surname Nan! Why did they only think of this now?
Many people present were veterans in the culinary world or experienced gourmets. They still remembered the Nanping Mountain that once shone like a comet over the entire Yanjing.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
As long-lost memories were revived, further speculation began.
Many people were whispering, "It looks like she's the granddaughter, right? No wonder, she has such amazing cooking skills at such a young age. She seems to be as good as her grandfather."
"Are you sure? Could it be just a coincidence? The recipe for Forget Worry Soup is known to the whole world. What if she just copied it by chance?"
"Do you believe what I said? Could it be such a coincidence?"
"No, then I don't think that if she is really the granddaughter of that person, then why would Yongnianlou invite her in as a chef?"
"They said it was for a variety show. I guess Yongnianlou didn't know about it before."
"You didn't know before, and you don't know now? The Wang family spent a lot of effort to pave the way for her to hire someone!"
"Maybe they have finally made peace. After all, after so many years, this child is a promising talent."
"How is that possible! In our business, in the past, stealing recipes would be punishable by public beating! He, ahem, why can that person be forgiven?"
"I see you are more excited than the Wang family. Why are you still jealous of him?"
"Bullshit!"
“…”
Seeing the argument getting louder, Xiao Cai eavesdropped on a few words.
She looked confused and asked the old man beside her: "Grandpa, what are they talking about? Why can't I understand a word?"
The people at the same table had similar expressions as her, all looking at the old man with stupid and curious eyes, waiting for his answer.
The old man smiled and asked instead, "How does this bowl of Forget-Your-Worries Soup taste?"
She had already sucked up Xiao Cai's bowl of soup, not even leaving the remaining soup at the bottom of the bowl.
She licked the remaining taste from her lips: "Excellent! Very...wonderful!"
Xiao Cai can only be described with these two words.
I can’t say it tastes good, but I can’t say it tastes bad either.
It's obviously a bit strange, but you can't stop drinking it.
It all comes down to the word "weird".
But Xiao Cai could only think of the word "suitable".
So she said, "Nothing could be more suitable for the ending than this bowl of Forget-Your-Worries Soup! No wonder it was given this name! But which teacher invented this bowl of soup? We have never heard of it before."
Xiao Cai considered himself a level 10 surfer, but he had never seen anything like this bowl of wonderful soup on the Internet! The people at the same table who listened attentively nodded in unison, with "curiosity seeking solutions" written in their eyes.
The old man looked around and said with a sigh, "It's normal, because the person who created this menu is also a taboo in the chef world. He is also the original owner of this restaurant and was once the number one chef in China."
"What do you mean? Isn't this a branch of Yongnianlou?"
Xiao Cai was a little confused.
The old man shook his head slowly: "Of course not. Many years ago, its name was - Nanfeng Tower."