The time was returned ten minutes ago.

"The amount of salt is reduced by one-third, the amount of onion is reduced by half, the garlic, er, peeled and smashed whole, as for the diced mushrooms, and listened to him, just put in a few cloves..."

Liu Ying stood on the stool so that she could look directly at the large iron pan on the stove.

The iron pan was covered, and the cooking of a pot of thick soup was over.

Liu Lan and his son Liu Jing are watching from a little further away.

Liu Feng, who has been wiping sweat all the time, looks at the sisters who are nagging from time to time, and wants to find a good time to tell Xia Mowang the origin of this person to his sister.

"All right!"

Liu Ying suddenly said that his voice was crisp, and he raised the lid without hesitation.

Wow--

The white mist was thin, and the little loli on the stool was shrouded in mist.

For a moment, the two bowls of the same ingredients, the same ingredients, and even surprisingly consistent portions of ramen were placed on the dining table.

"Smell the smell, it seems no different, damn, is it really being played? Shouldn't you just listen to someone's seemingly serious instructions, who are you!" Liu Ying murmured a little bit crazy, and restored the previous claws. It seemed that Liu Feng saw his sister's aggressive, fierce look, and suddenly the waterfall sweated.

"Well!"

"Forget it, I still have to eat it to be willing!"

Thinking of Xia Yu letting her taste the contrast before she left, Liu Ying bit her lip very tangled, picked up the spoon on the table, and did not plan to eat noodles, scooped a spoonful of soup, and the white spoon disappeared between the cherry-colored lips.

Grunt.

This is her first ramen, cooked according to her own will, as expected, the soup is imported, the "treasure" ingredients in the bowl release the elegant taste, just like the mellow aged wine, Liu Ying immediately reveled in, " Huh, let me just say, there must be something wrong. How can I reap the fruits of failure when I devote myself to creating a new dish for a month!"

Open your eyes and look at the second ramen, the calm soup, reflecting Liu Ying's confident and strong delicate face. "Let's see why this guy is pointing at me--"

The spoon broke through the calm water.

Ok?

Liu Ying, who was about to scoop a spoonful of soup, froze violently.

In the bowl, the water shimmered.

A completely different taste, ethereal, and like a fairy palace leaked, Liu Ying heard a fierce protest in her stomach.

"This taste is wrong!"

Liu Ying shouted silently.

Looking down carefully at the food in the bowl, a fluttering skirt seemed to be flashing in the sparkling light and shadow.

Can't help wiping her eyes, her pink mouth widened with exaggeration.

So, is that my "treasure"? Liu Ying, who felt that the skirt was faintly familiar, hung her head, her small face was almost wrinkled, her big eyes flickered and struggled.

For a while.

There seems to be a voice in his head:

"Want to know the so-called control?"

"I would like to know!"

Liu Ying finally threw away all hesitation and drank the second bite of soup.

Another skirt shadow appeared in the field of vision.

However, the shadow of the skirt I saw this time was more real. With the smoke from the fairyland, Liu Ying only felt that her petite body was penetrated by ethereal blows. She stood on the cloud, wearing a The fairy in the snow-white long dress danced and danced nearby.

She looked silly, and the whole person was immersed in this "empty" taste, and fell deeply.

...

Footsteps, from the back kitchen quietly approaching the lobby.

Liu Yingbuzi was slightly in a hurry, the breath was also messy, and there was a layer of unseen sweat on his forehead, standing in front of Xia Yu.

Xia Yu is sitting, she is standing, their eyes are parallel and opposite.

Seeing the shock left in Liu Ying's eyes and a strong desire for knowledge, Xia Yu was secretly happy.

what.

Ruzi can be taught, right, it should be called Lori Miyoshi.

Not right...

What's wrong, I blame what Aunt Qing said lo*ic*n!

Xia Yu quickly withdrew her divergent thoughts and glared at Zhu Qing. Zhu Qing, who had no idea what was happening, immediately returned with an innocent look that I did nothing.

"How about, can you talk about what kind of "control" you have eaten? Tell me about your understanding." Xia Yu asked leisurely.

Liu Ying sweated on her forehead. The jade neck in the moon-white collar collar jacket was also covered with a layer of fine sweat beads that had just emerged.

The clenched fist, the palm is constantly sweating.

The heart pounded, Liu Ying felt that she was unprecedentedly nervous. After all, she was a 12-year-old kid who didn't know how to control her emotions. So she shived and suddenly asked, "You, you You must have used a spell on me?"

Xia Yu said with amusement: "Stop!"

"Don't talk about metaphysics, when I was in the kitchen, I was just under your eyelids, without touching the ingredients, let alone touching you, how to cast the spell?"

"how is this possible!"

Liu Ying shouted: "It's just to modify the amount of ingredients. Why use the same ingredients, and also the ramen that I cooked by myself. Why are the two bowls in front and back, not on the same dimension?"

"Then, is this your tasting comprehension? Only lyrical?" Xia Yu's smile didn't change, but, with a chilling coldness, Liu Ying was keenly aware from his eyes.

Inexplicable panic rushed into my heart.

The sixth sense in Mingming tells Liu Ying that she must answer this person calmly and carefully, otherwise a door will close in front of her eyes.

The scenery behind that door is magnificent and charming.

"call--"

Near Xia Yu, Liu Ying breathed and exhaled, and the sweat in her forehead and collar finally stopped.

Genius always stands tall, with qualities that ordinary people do not have.

It only took about a minute, Liu Ying calmed down completely, and bit her lip to raise the word, stopped for a while, and thought: "Modify the amount of ingredients? Wait, you want to tell me, control is not just Can it be reflected in the heat, the ingredients or spices can also show control? Oh, I seem to understand, control is also control, you modify the ingredients as formulas, and form a framework to control, so the bowl is filled with Treasures, traits and flavors are all drawn..."

"Yes, this kind of control seems to be about the ingredients, but it is indirectly controlling and controlling the ingredients!"

Hearing this, Xia Yu and Zhu Qing looked at each other.

When Loli continued to speak, it became nonsense, and Xia Yu waved to interrupt: "Very good!"

He blinked, "The treasure you put in the bowl is "Pleurotus ostreatus"? "

Liu Ying wrinkled her small face and was about to cry, grumbled grievously: "So you all know..."

"Did that ramen recipe you think, or did you get inspiration from other places?" Xia Yu asked secretly, his eyes lightened.

As if his IQ was questioned and his tail was stepped on, Liu Ying frowned and said: "This is my own recipe! I created it myself!"

After hearing this, Xia Yu couldn't help feeling.

Yunshu?

fate?

That's right~lightnovelpub.net~ Liu Ying's treasure in a bowl is "Pleurotus ostreatus", also known as "Long skirt bamboo fungus", which is the main ingredient of the Chinese recipe "Pleurotus ostreatus" .

It is hard to imagine that Liu Ying, even without reference to inspiration, even put "Pleurotus ostreatus" in a bowl and cooked ramen. The recipe is infinitely close to the old recipes of the past.

It just happens that the creator of the recipe for "Porcupine Noodles" in the past was Liu Pengxing!

Now Liu Ying uses cooking recipes close to ancient recipes to prove that she has a flash that is not inferior to any genius in the world...

Thinking of this, Xia Yu was slightly distracted:

"This so-called luck."

"Liu's veins are really unwilling to sink in the dusk."

He rubbed his face hard.

Damn it, a little loli who hasn't reached a special grade can create works that resemble ancient recipes. It's incredible. Xia Yu couldn't help but open her head to think. Could it be that Liu Pengxing gave his dreams to his descendants?