"There are still dishes that can heal the sense of taste?" Most of the practitioners in the Holy City of Immortal Food are skeptical.

Lingchu's taste is different.

Compared with ordinary people, practitioners' sense of taste is more than 10,000 times more sensitive, and the taste of top spirit chefs is more than 10,000 times that of ordinary practitioners.

Every top spirit chef can taste the nuances of the taste of the dishes, and then rely on the means of practitioners to make fine adjustments in the cooking process.

This is how you can get the best taste.

Lingchu loses his sense of taste and is useless.

Li Jiaojiao clenched her fists, full of fighting spirit: "If one dish doesn't work, I will try one by one, and it will definitely make you recover."

Hearing this, Lin Yueru was very moved.

The practitioners in the Holy City of Immortal Food also looked at Li Jiaojiao, wondering if she could succeed.

Lin Yueru has always been the most famous master-level chef in the Holy City of Immortal Food. Almost all the practitioners in the city have eaten the dishes she cooks, and they are very fond of the taste.

But since Lin Yueru's sense of taste was broken and she stopped cooking, everyone felt like they had lost something.

"Fairy Li, if you can cure Master Lin, this old man expresses his gratitude to you on behalf of the entire Xianhe City." The city owner bowed deeply.

"Please, Fairy Li, make sure to cure Master Lin."

The other practitioners also bowed their hands.

"I will do my best." Li Jiaojiao had some ideas and said loudly: "I may need a lot of ingredients for a while in the future. I hope you can provide them, and I will buy them at the original price."

"Li Xianzi, what are you talking about, we will definitely support you fully, ingredients, free of charge!"

"Yes, free of charge!"

The chefs of the major restaurants all stood up.

They are all admirers of Lin Yueru, and they hope that Lin Yueru can get better soon.

"Thank you all!"

Li Jiaojiao put down her luggage and took out her exclusive kitchen utensils, kitchen knives, iron pots, cutting boards, colanders, iron spoons, spatula...

These kitchen utensils are made by forging furnaces.

Every piece has a spirit.

Dangdangdang... Li Jiaojiao began to cut vegetables, the knife was exquisite, the cucumber slices were all the same size, placed in the sunlight, and the sun could be seen through it.

"This knife work, God!"

The spirit chefs present were amazed.

"It's amazing, she's more skilled than me in swordsmanship, I don't know where her teacher is." Lin Yueru was also attracted, with surprise written on her pretty face.

"The first dish is ready." Li Jiaojiao put the cold pickled cucumber slices on a plate, handed it to Lin Yueru, and said with a smile, "Come on, eat and see."

Lin Yueru picked up a piece and tasted it lightly, but she couldn't feel any taste, so she shook her head: "No taste."

"How come there is no taste?"

"This is so delicious!"

Xiao Liu from Yueru Restaurant and the other spirit chefs all ate the cucumber slices with happiness on their faces. As soon as the words were spoken, they realized that Lin Yueru had lost his sense of taste.

"It's alright, continue." Li Jiaojiao didn't get discouraged and changed a dish.

Deep-fried prawns, shredded kelp salad, pork ribs and corn soup, steamed sea bass... Li Jiaojiao made tens of thousands of dishes in just half a month, making the whole city full of fragrance.

Everyone smelled the smell, and they were so greedy that they could not wait to rush to eat and eat.

"Still no taste."

Lin Yueru put down her chopsticks and tasted the ten thousand dishes, her pretty face was full of disappointment.

"How did that happen?"

"Eating so many divine dishes is enough to stimulate one's taste buds. Even if the sense of taste has been lost for a long time, it should be able to recover!"

"How come it doesn't work?"

Everyone was puzzled.

Li Jiaojiao stood in front of the chopping board, wearing an apron, holding the stove in one hand and the kitchen knife in the other. After thinking for a long time, she always felt that something was wrong.

"I'll keep trying!"

Li Jiaojiao is full of energy.

Lin Yueru on the side wanted to persuade her to give up, but after thinking about it, the other party worked so hard for him, why should he give up?

"Maybe it's the wrong way!"

Li Jiaojiao looked into the distance, her eyes crossed the far distance, and she landed on the ancient painting city. She saw the landscape and pastoral picture that Shi Lei painted on the wall.

The wind blows.

The ten thousand acres of golden rice in the picture scroll swayed in the wind, which made Li Jiaojiao feel like she was in the scene, as if she could smell the refreshing fragrance of rice.

"I understand!"

Li Jiaojiao closed her eyes and felt it carefully.

"The trick I used before was too fancy."

"If you want to restore Lin Yueru's sense of taste, you have to start with the simplest things."

"The head also said that the most high-end ingredients often only require the most simple cooking methods. In this case, any fancy craftsmanship is superfluous."

Li Jiaojiao picked up a white radish, cut it into slices, and boiled it in water, only adding oil and salt.

"Isn't this a dish that ordinary people can cook? Even the skills of a spirit chef are useless, can this work?"

People were puzzled.

However, as Lin Yueru drank this bowl of radish soup while it was still hot, her hands trembled suddenly, unable to hold the bowl and shattered to the ground.

"What's the smell?" Li Jiaojiao asked.

"It's clear, sweet, and delicious." Lin Yueru said excitedly, "I... I've recovered?"

"It's not fully recovered yet." Li Jiaojiao shook her head and said, "You're only recovering for a short period of time, you need to taste the most primitive taste of all the ingredients in the world, and then imprint it in your consciousness to form a memory, so as to promote the recovery of your taste nerves. "

With that said, Li Jiaojiao continued to cook.

She only uses the easiest way, that is: add oil and salt, and boil it with water.

In this way, the most original taste of the ingredients can be forced out, and Lin Yueru's taste nerves can be stimulated, so that she can remember all the tastes.

Li Jiaojiao is also in the process of cooking, she seems to have gone through her own journey of being a chef again, making up for the missing parts in the past, and her skills are getting better and better.

half a month later.

As Lin Yueru took the last sip of the clear soup, she only felt that something was growing and itchy in her mouth, and even her sense of smell began to increase.

"I'm back!"

She picked up the various ingredients on the table, licked them with her tongue, and easily distinguished their taste and quality. Countless combinations appeared in her mind.

"Really recovered?"

All the spirit chefs present were overjoyed.

"Master Li, please accept my worship!" Lin Yueru knelt on her knees in front of Li Jiaojiao, "If you don't dislike it, I want to worship you as a teacher."

Li Jiaojiao did not speak.

She closed her eyes and stood silently in the same place, thinking about the journey of being a chef again during this time, and found that her cooking skills no longer had any shortcomings.

In his mind, a light flashed.

In front of everyone, Li Jiaojiao smashed ten eggs, mixed only the egg yolks with white rice, boiled oil in a pot, and started to stir fry with salt.

Not long after, a pot of fragrant golden egg fried rice was freshly baked and fragrant for ten miles.

Everyone gathered around and tasted a grain of rice one by one. Then, they all seemed to be back in their childhood, tasting the food made by their mother.

A sense of happiness comes spontaneously.

Countless people shed tears unconsciously.

Li Jiaojiao also took a sip, UU reading www.uukanshu. com seems to be back in childhood, walking in Qinglin Village under the Taiyue Mountains, breathing the atmosphere of his hometown.

"It turns out that the chef does not want to make high-end and delicious dishes, but to make food that can make people happy and make people full of hope in life."

"I see!"

Li Jiaojiao took a deep breath, her body exuding a mysterious and mysterious aura, and her temperament became completely different from before. No matter where she went, she gave people a familiar sense of kindness, as if she had seen her mother in her hometown.

sky.

Ye Feng stared down, his pupils shrank.

"Breakthrough! This is the real God of Cooking!"

Surprised, Ye Feng looked at the distant sky and said, "Jiaojiao finally surpassed all the masters and became a true chef. I'm gratifying." (To be continued)

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