Lin Liang looked at Jingxuan and the boss of Zhai, and it was indeed worthy of his name, "What is this dish?"

"Steamed mushroom soup: three bamboo shoots, three mushrooms, ten miles and three flowers..."

I originally thought there was a Lin Liang worthy of such an elegant Zen dish. Are the names of the three chefs of Donghuang so willful? "Ahem, why not call it..."

"It's called steamed mushroom soup: three bamboo shoots, three mushrooms, ten miles and three flowers..." Jingxuan interrupted and laughed.

Lin Liang felt a tightness in his chest, "Okay, what does Shili mean..."

"I just feel that this name is easy to pronounce, it's meaningless." Jingxuan shrugged.

Cao Cao and others drank the soup and felt that the stomach and intestines were scraped so comfortable. The aroma and deliciousness in their mouths were wrapped in very comfortable. They felt that the fat on their bodies were melting. People felt refreshed and were more interested in drinking flower wine.

Cao Cao fed Ye Beibei with soup and smiled, "Master Jingxuan, although you are so angry, you are... good at craftsmanship!"

"This donor is a mistake..." Jingxuan didn't care about Cao Cao's ridicule, showing the cultivation of a Buddhist master.

The girls of Tsaimei almost moaned on the stone bench with a comfortable feeling. Looking at the brown soup bowl, the green light in their eyes. For women, this kind of nourishing people, removing greasiness and relieving oil is the water of immortals.

"Tsk, I'll cook it for you when I go back. I've learned how to make it..." Ye Cang also felt that it was really delicious. This kind of delicacy is not like the cooking skills of Lao Wang or Lao Li, but more like an elegant artistic delicacy, very pleasant and comfortable.

"You spare us, captain." Bingyun, who was immersed in comfort, immediately shivered.

"Shut up, you biochemical chef." Wu Na said angrily.

"Hmph, ignorant women and children, don't know the same as you, the pigs can't eat fine bran!" The girls pale and continued to drink soup at a glance, picking up a piece of acacia flower to eat, with a slight saltiness, completely presenting the original flavor of this acacia flower. The soup completely set off and sublimating its flower flavor outside. This quiet and mysterious is not simple, and it is comparable to me, and may be slightly inferior to me.

After tasting, Lao Wang's brows became even tighter. Even Lao Li was itchy. But when he thought about how to use vegetarian food, his brows began to lock and fall into chain reactions such as ingredients, techniques, cuisines, mixing, etc., and finally looked at Lao Wang and said, "Lao Wang, what will you do?"
Chapter completed!