"Gourmet picture scroll!"

This is Xia Yu ate the old man's bamboo rice, and the first strong impression he realized.

In the past, Xia Yu told his opponents more than once that the chef was actually the painter who wrote on blank canvases.

Food ingredients are naturally the chef's pigment material.

Understanding the way of "painting" early, so along the way, Xia Yu created many exquisite works, such as the magical beast Vermilion Bird reborn in the fire in "Nine-Fedling Fire Phoenix", and the Peacock King with five feathers shining with five elements in "Peacock Dance"...

Before tasting the old man's bamboo rice, if someone dares to challenge him in terms of "painting", Xia Yu must have hummed confidently and threw out a ruthless saying, "You know nothing about food."

However.

At this moment, using a dragon chef's food and halberd cuisine, Xia Yu's worldview was refreshed.

I couldn't help but put the chopsticks on again and stuffed my second mouthful of bamboo rice into my mouth.

Chew and chew.

The cooked rice grains are fragrant and have the original flavor of flame.

In addition to the softness of glutinous rice, it also has the broken grain taste of chewed japonica rice.

That's right.

Bamboo rice is not just glutinous rice or only japonica rice. The old man takes both. The ratio of glutinous rice to japonica rice is about 3 to 1. This greatly enriches the layering of the rice. If you chew it in one bite, it will be soft and crispy, which is very refreshing.

"Rice grains form that white canvas, so that the old man can have room to play." Xia Yu's eyes had an insight.

The staple food, rice, is actually the basis for painting!

The old man used only ordinary glutinous rice and japonica rice to pull out a spacious enough canvas.

“Try it again!”

After understanding the meaning of "Ranwu" food, Xia Yu also used ordinary ingredients to construct a huge and complex food artistic conception to defeat exquisite objects on the surface. Therefore, the old man's ink here only made Xia Yu amazed, not yet ashamed of himself.

What really shocked him and his chest was filled with long-lost touching emotions was the splendor that suddenly burst out from his mouth during the process of chewing rice grains.

Bamboo leaves.

Fresh bamboo shoots.

And the game meat that was cooked fragrantly in bibimbap.

The bamboo forest is quiet, Xia Yu flows barefoot across the stream, standing next to the piano platform of the thatched hut, closing his eyes lightly, listening quietly to the piano music.

With the rice grains that were eaten into her mouth, what Xia Yu saw and heard was so vivid and vivid.

After a while, he opened his eyes and woke up, and met Zhu Qing, the old man's eyes.

"How about it? Is it delicious?"

Zhu Qing asked impatiently, his eyes flashing with curiosity.

Xia Yu opened his mouth, "It's delicious?"

He shook his head.

“I don’t want to use ‘delicious’ evaluation.”

Upon hearing this, Yan Qi and Xia Qing were stunned for a moment, and then a ray of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Did he really realize it?

Unexpectedly, my grandson would give such an evaluation. Xia Qing still sat opposite the tea table with his arms in his arms, and Kuku came to his eyes, "Oh? Let's talk about it specifically, and tell your truest thoughts."

Xia Yu took a breath, "Interesting! Fun!"

"ha--"

“Is this a comment on food?!”

Zhu Qing widened his eyes and looked confused, but Yan Qi and the old man had a smile on his face.

"How to say..."

Xia Yu was also a little speechless for a moment. He grabbed a piece of bamboo tube on the table and smelled the faint fragrance of bamboo that spread out. In his head, the bamboo forest paintings he saw through the smell and actual taste.

This painting includes bamboo, stream, small animals, huts and piano girls who play the piano secretly.

It is like taking down the real clips of the past and recording them on the canvas with a brush.

right!

A true picture of recording all kinds of things!

Suddenly, Xia Yu grabbed the fleeting inspiration and blurted out: "It's like the Qingming Festival on the River..."

"Along the River During the Qingming Festival? What does this have to do with cuisine and delicious food?" Zhu Qing became even more confused.

Xia Yu spread his hands and met Yan Qi, the old man's eyes, "Look, the famous painting of Shanghetu on Qingming Festival, does not clearly record the prosperous style of Bianjing City in the Northern Song Dynasty? Such a large canvas, such a large canvas, including cows, mules, donkeys, houses, bridges, and downtown scenes... These elements are all vivid and interesting."

"Fun, it's just among those shining materials!"

“Every material is shining!”

He added one last sentence.

Yes.

After tasting the old man's bamboo rice, Xia Yu's head had roughly described the higher-level "painting skills".

End everything and tolerate everything!

An invisible magnificence!

In other words, no matter how good the ingredients are, they become "images" on the canvas. Each one can be used separately to form a magnificent cooking work, with a powerful force to break through the diners' defenses.

"Did the ingredients shine? No, all the ingredients shine."

The thoughts subconsciously turned to life recipes.

Combined with Guan Gulong's recipe "Lava Seafood Soup" which he borrowed from, the sailfish material shines on this special chef life recipe.

Thinking of this, Xia Yuxin had an aftershock: "The special chef's life recipe only has one kind of material shining. And the old man's bamboo tube rice seems to be shining and concrete... Is this the old man's experience in life recipes?"

Only when he saw a vague view of the vague Dragon Realm scenery, Xia Yu clenched his fists and did not come back to his senses from the stunned for a long time.

Seeing this, Yan Qi and the old man exchanged glances with each other.

"The road to higher places has no guide, so you can only understand it by yourself!" Yan Qi's thoughts floated, staring at Xia Yu, and said secretly: "This elder's food and halberd work is a sample course. Have you harvested that seed?"

...

On the same boat, the rest room on the other end of the cabin.

A faint fragrance emerged from the copper incense burner.

In the room, the defeated Venerable Dragon sat cross-legged on a cushion, staring firmly at the bloody basin on the table in front of him.

The so-called "Wanhe Leaves the Nest" work was not moved at all.

Huang He's face sometimes turned blue and sometimes white.

"Defeated!"

After all, all unwillingness turned into a sigh of grief, "I was completely defeated!"

In fact, even if the leader never leaves the table, when Xia Qing unveils the bamboo cover and actively shows his cooking works, the interesting food scroll is hidden in the taste, and slowly unfolds from his mind, Huang He knows that there is no suspense about his defeat.

"Why!"

A faint voice echoed.

This question is not about asking yourself why you failed, but about why a new Dragon Chef who has made a breakthrough overseas can present such an interesting and colorful food picture.

A faint voice said, "Your works, compared to that old guy Xia Qing's works, are too monotonous!"

The old man from Wei stood in the curtain with a calm face.

"One is trying hard to exaggerate the crane, and the other is spreading the bamboo forest picture that hides the story." The old man from Wei's face was expressionless, "And, your crane picture seems strong, like a big river surging into the taster's mouth, but what else is the shining ingredients besides the blood of the crane and the whole roasted crane?"

"Brother Huang, if this is what you are at the bottom of your box, I can only say that you will not be wronged if you lose!"

Huang He turned his back to the curtain and lowered his head, "Yes..."

Ye Feizhou was also standing a few steps behind the old man from Wei in the curtain, listening to the two dragon masters in Baiyulou talking like a puzzle. The more he listened, the more he became confused.

"Flying Boat!"

Suddenly, Huang He, whose head was hanging down, turned his face.

"Here!" Ye Feizhou stood up straight.

"I'm defeated..."

Huang He cast a hopeful look at Ye Feizhou, and his gray face shone with divine light, "But you haven't lost yet!"

As a senior manager of Baiyu Tower, he naturally knew that Ye Feizhou was in seclusion and was studying the Lin-level killing recipe, and was preparing to step on Xia Yu to stabilize his crown of the younger generation of kings at the New Year's Day hunting event this year.

"I'm old, and if I lose, I lose. But for this tone and face, you have to do it for me, your master, and Bai Yulou..."

"Take it back!"

It is a sound.
Chapter completed!