When the soup is imported, Xia Qing's scalp is numb.

It's not because it's burned, but the silky touch of the mouth, like a fair palm, which makes people's hearts stir.

The clear soup is not "clear", except for the umami flavor, it is smooth and tender!

"The taste of the soup has changed!"

Xia Qing murmured.

Zhu Qing was the second to taste it. Unlike the old man, she was afraid of being hot, so she carefully blew the soup on the spoon, and then she swallowed it in her mouth with a little hesitation.

Hmm!

The indescribable feeling of comfort has a blown up and spread throughout the body.

Suddenly I came to a quiet room with soft lights.

Lying on the bed, Zhu Qing was confused and half awake, and heard a voice in his ear: "...What do you think, guest?"

As he said that, the hands on his back were like hot essential oils wrapped around, grabbing and pinching the exposed white and greasy skin.

Spit out a hot breath.

Zhu Qing murmured with drunkenness and red cheeks: "Okay, so comfortable!"

Her brain was completely empty, without dust or distracting thoughts, and her body was in a state of extreme relaxation.

Unprecedented comfort and relaxation, he felt over his head, so in his deep sleepiness, Zhu Qing could only hear the last sentence: "...you can turn around."

The obedient one changed to lying flat, and half-opened and half-closed, and a familiar and beautiful face was vaguely seen.

Blink.

"How is it, Aunt Qing?"

This time, when Zhu Qing heard a real sound in her ears, she returned to reality and saw a face that was close to her. She was startled and felt like it was burning. There was no need to think about it. At this moment, Zhu Qing’s delicate cheeks had already been covered with redness.

“…uh…hey!”

She almost used her hands and feet to push Xia Yu in front of her.

Xia Yu could only withdraw two steps away, and looked helplessly at Zhu Qing who was gradually calming down, and said again: "I'm asking you to taste and experience it."

Zhu Qing bit his lips and his eyes looked moist, "That's it, it's delicious!"

“How delicious is it?”

"And, what's more than the chicken soup I had before? Or what are the characteristics and changes?" Xia Yu couldn't help but walk forward half a step forward, with a hint of excitement at his eyes, and he was completely like a cooking madman.

It was like being pushed to the corner of the wall by the wall, and the shyness that only a girl could have flashed across Zhu Qing's face.

"Just comfortable!"

She shouted a little crazy, as if she was dissatisfied with her strange self and her violent heartbeat, and she was very dissatisfied with her strange self and was very resistant.

"All right."

Seeing Zhu Qing becoming disgusted, not like her who usually talks about anything, Xia Yu had to sigh, change her target, and look at Lan Chuhan.

Lan Chuhan is the third one to taste.

After drinking one sip of the soup, Lan Chuhan Fang slowly opened her eyes after at least a few minutes.

There was a layer of shiny water mist in her eyes.

"how?"

Xia Yu asked quickly.

“…”

Lan Chuhan was speechless, as if he hadn't heard it. He held the spoon with his hands tremblingly, and scooped another spoon to the incoming port. His eyes were wide and incredible.

"Why can the soup taste so smooth and soft?"

"ah!"

With the soup in his mouth and he couldn't swallow it, Lan Chuhan was trembling. He was excited, "Okay, so elastic!"

The tongue became naughty, shuttled through the soup, stirring back and forth.

Huh.

The breath became heavier and more seductive.

Lan Chuhan found that it was like a hand massaged her tongue, gently stroked her, and gently pinched her. So, the long legs hidden under the table couldn't help but tighten, and the legs were twisted until they hit the table legs with a bang. Lan Chuhan was awakened by the sound.

"How is it?" A black line appeared on Xia Yu's forehead.

After staring at the boy steadily, about ten seconds later, Lan Chuhan's delicate body trembled slightly, and her moist pupils quickly became clear. She woke up, "Ah, what are you talking about?" She was full of panic.

“…”

Xia Yu typed a string of ellipsis in his head. When he saw Lan Chuhan and Zhu Qing, he lost his usual style of painting. His moist eyes made people feel itchy, and he did not have the cold and cool posture of a girl before.

Well, now I have to change my target again and see the fourth taster.

Sweep away the eyes.

Well!

Xia Yu swallowed.

Lan Fengxian, an old monster who was unknown to be many years old, had a hint of flush on his face and stared at him firmly.

"Dang thud..."

This time, Xia Yu was scared back two steps.

Then, a burst of silence.

After a while.

The silence was broken by Xia Qing. He put down the empty bowl and turned his head to stare at the boy tightly, "If you just presented this chicken soup, it would be enough to compete with my soup."

No unnecessary words are needed.

The old man's words have already explained the score of Xia Yu's second work in a straightforward way.

Xia Yu was not very satisfied, "Just compete?"

The system suddenly pops up information:

"…After identification, the chicken soup was completed at 90%, and the dish did not trigger the luminousness of the dishes, for unknown reasons."

A sinister finisher.

Xia Yu said with a dark face: "The first portion is 85%, but now it is 90%?"

5% increase!

His brows frowned and relaxed again.

He knew that the improvement in completion seemed to be weak, but it was from the ordinary dimension to the luminous dimension of the cooking. Although the system was vague and did not explain the reason for not luminous, Xia Yu was confident that under the general situation of meeting the completion standards, other luminous requirements were not difficult to overcome.

"Well, old man, then I will use this pot of soup as the soup base and make buckwheat ramen. Now you have no reason to object, right?"

As he said that, he lowered his body and wanted to take the soup pot away.

"don't want!"

Four consistent voices.

Xia Qing, Zhu Qing, Lan Chuhan, and Lan Fengxian all looked at the pot that Xia Yu held in his hand.

Unsatisfied resentment hits the face.

Xia Yu twitched his mouth, "Hey, please wait a little longer!"

"Isn't it more refreshing to make ramen? You drink soup and eat noodles?"

...

It's almost noon.

Lan Fengxian, who originally planned to come over to pay New Year's greetings, left the old house of Xia with his hands behind his back, walked in the alley, shaking his head, and seemed in a very good mood.

Lan Chuhan's eyes flashed, not knowing what he was thinking.

"This Xia Demon King deserves the name of the Demon King!"

Lan Fengxian praised, then turned his verbal tip and said a little gloating: "The most important thing is how did he learn the old guy Huang He's skills secretly and can be used without barriers?"

"Who gave him this cooking skill and guided him?"

"If you learn secretly..."

Here, Lan Chuhan suddenly said, "Maybe it was Ye Feizhou?" He even used a confused tone.

Before and after the war, everyone in the Chinese world believed that Xia Yu and Ye Feizhou were mortal enemies. Except for a limited number of people, no one knew the relationship between these two people, and it was not as nervous as rumored by the outside world.

Bang!

Standing at the entrance of the alley, Lan Fengxian was hit by someone, and the words he was about to speak were interrupted.
To be continued...