Gourmet of Another World

The fragrance rolled and sniffled.

The warmth of the blackjack rose from that dish, and it shielded people from their eyes.

Yang Meiji smelled the scent, the whole person was slightly stuck, her pupils narrowed, her mouth slightly widened, her pores all over her body spread out.

“What a familiar taste...”

Yang Meiji smelled this smell, but she hadn't eaten it yet. Her eyes were a little red. This smell has not appeared in her heart for a long time. She has almost forgotten the memories hidden deep in her mind.

This smell... makes her sink.

“Yang, you order the red roast meat, try it, it's cooked with special methods today.” The pedestrian pulled open a chair and sat in the position, his eyes lifted, exhaling slightly, the way.

Yang Meijixin returned, trembling and picking up the chopsticks, looked at the color red and moist, as if to reflect the glowing red burnt meat, couldn't help but swallow spit.

Chopsticks clamped the red roasted meat, which was slightly compact, so that a pinch of red oil spilled from it and flowed down.

This familiar texture… Yang Meiji's heart trembles more and more.

Clamp the red meat and put it in your mouth, the closer you get to your mouth, the more you panic.

She was afraid that the taste in her memories would clash as soon as she entered, making her expectations and paying a torch.

The result, however, is quite the opposite.

A lipstick of roasted meat, stuffed in the mouth, when the teeth bite down, that kind of teeth will bite down the soft spiritual beast meat, slightly ripe and soft, making the pores are all tightened at this moment.

It feels so wonderful, it tastes so familiar!

Yang Meiji eats, eats… the corner of his eyes is crystal clear tears flowing down.

Yang Meiji stunned slightly, touching her face, not knowing when, she had cried.

The flavor of memory overlaps with the flavor of this roasted red meat.

The smell, which has been hidden deep in the memory, was completely flipped out and diffused in Yang Meiji's mouth.

And Yang Meiji's whole life was wrapped up in that memory.

……

Days of heavy snow.

A crude little girl was angry and ran back with her feet sprinkled from the outside. She squinted her eyes, her face slightly reddened by the heavy snow, and the spots appeared.

Hair fluttered, eyes dripping and spinning.

Yunlan Restaurant stands in the snow and wind, with heavy snow outside and hot air in the house.

The scent was all over the restaurant, and the diners sat at the table, each with a smile on his face, and they chatted, clamping the dishes with chopsticks and stuffing them in his mouth.

Oil juice splashes and hot air turns to the sky.

That burning feeling made the little girl slightly stunned, her mouth widened, revealing a smile.

The curtain cloth in the kitchen was lifted and a crusty figure walked out of the kitchen, wearing a slightly greasy skirt and wiping off the water stain in his hand before the crusty man smiled at the girl.

With her eyes wide open, the girl rushed to the bright man.

A hand slammed in front of a man, hugging the thighs of a crusty man.

The man looked rough, but carefully cleaned the messy hair for the little girl and rubbed the latter's head before turning into the kitchen.

Shortly afterwards, the kitchen curtains were lifted again and the scent poured out.

Kui Wu men held a plate of red roasted meat and the heat soared, leaving the little girl almost to be seen.

Sitting down, the little girl clumsily grabbed the chopsticks and started clamping the red meat into her mouth, which was full of grease.

When the little girl's face was filled with joy, she stretched out her sleeve and rubbed it on her mouth, and the red oil was wiped off, making the little girl look like a little flower cat.

In the distance, the crusty man smiled softly, watching the little girl delightfully eat the red meat, lifting the curtain cloth, and slipped into the kitchen again.

As the little girl crooked her head and watched as the bright man entered the kitchen, the moisturizing smile was to continue to deal with the red meat.

Open your mouth, a piece of meat is stuffed into your mouth.

……

Yang Meiji cried silently, eating meat while crying, bean-sized tears kept rolling down.

The memories in her heart almost completely drowned Yang Meiji. That feeling made her feel like her heart had been pulled apart. She wanted to cry.

The pedestrian sat opposite him and looked silently at Yang Meiji, who did not speak and did not want to speak.

It's just very sentimental. No wonder this woman grows so strong. She grows up eating meat every day. Can she not be fat?

It's a woman with a story!

The pedestrian lifted his hand, white and long, shining the sunset, making his palms look like a layer of red light.

Look at your hands and walk slightly around the corner of your mouth.

This is a magical pair of hands that can cook inspiring food.

The magic of food is that it not only satisfies the desires of the mouth and mouth, but also satisfies the mental and emotional needs of people.

There are memorable foods and dishes that are almost impossible to reproduce, and that deep smell of memory is hard to eat twice in a lifetime.

Sometimes, emotions mix with food, and that's even more difficult to contain.

The pedestrian formula specially cooked red roast meat today in a special and simple way because he knew that Yang Meiji's memories should have memories of red roast meat.

According to Yang Meiji himself, the original owner of Yunlan restaurant, Yang Meiji's father, is a good cook of red roast meat, which has always been the signature dish of Yunlan restaurant.

So the easy way to walk is to cook the home-cooked dish in a very simple way.

Though there may be some flavor gaps with Yang Meiji's father's red roasted meat.

But this gap, with only a few memories, can be bridged.

“Why is this feeling so familiar! Like my father's smell...” Yang Meiji's tears fluttered, stuffing the last piece of red roast meat on the plate into his mouth, choking.

She looked at the gait, and the eyes were very emotional and sentimental.

Like, but not after all.

His father is dead, and the smell of his memory has completely disappeared.

“It's just simple red roast meat, and I don't know what your father's red roast meat tastes like.” The pedestrian gazed at Yang Meiji and said faintly.

Yang Meiji raised his head and frowned.

“But... this tastes really similar. ”

“This is the charm of food. Do you think it's amazing?” The corner of the square mouth is slightly challenged, "said.

Yang Meiji licked all the sauce in the plate, raised his head, looked at the gait, held the big fist, and nodded seriously.

“Wonderful! ”

Pick a square eyebrow and pull the corner of your mouth again.

“Since it's so magical, and the food so charming, do you want to learn? Do you want to be able to eat this every day? ”

Yang Meiji was stunned.

Little ghosts shaking their long, greasy legs on a hellish boat are also stunned.

Hachi's wings were pounding on the ground and walking around with his chicken legs was also a chirp, lifting his head.

“You mean let me learn to cook?” Yang Meiji stared at the gaze and looked at the gait.

Oh, my God. Why would the pedestrian think that?

Yang Meiji was amazed.

Yang Meiji knows his level. He can't even cook an egg fried rice. Where can he cook real food for someone else?

If she really learns to cook, she is afraid to scare away all the customers in Yunlan Restaurant who are not easy to run.

It is truly rare that Yunlan Restaurant can be redeveloped to a more glorious level today than it was before.

So Yang Meiji listened to the footsteps, just waved his hand fast, panicked, "I can't, I can't, I won't learn! ”

The gait exhaled gently, shrinking on the chair and staring directly at Yang Meiji, who was panicking.

“Don't you want to cook it yourself? This delicious thing you miss, this smell that belongs to your father? ”

Yang Meiji listened to the pedestrian words, slightly stunned.

The colour of the tangle appeared again on his face.

Yeah, she should have inherited the Yunlan restaurant...

“But I want to play my part and try to do something for Tianlancheng, and all I can do is alchemy.” Yang Meiji said.

Her Alchemy talent is strong, and if she really wants to glow and heat up, Alchemy is her best way out.

Today, however, Tianlancheng has become the capital of the Dan Mansion and is the meeting place for all Alchemists.

Yang Meiji's alchemy can no longer glow and fever among these masters.

The gait doesn't know that, but the gait doesn't panic at all.

“Alchemist is a brilliant profession, but you don't necessarily just need alchemy to develop your abilities, which you can achieve if you learn to cook.” Pedestrian.

“Well, besides, I'm still the winner of the Spring Festival. ”

To be honest, walking formula really doesn't look like much for the winner of the Spring Festival.

The only use was to get a spot in the secret and bring back a Carnivore in the secret.

Eventually, however, the Carnivore also left.

That's right!

Walking is still a good hand. Bigger champion!

Yang Meiji was stunned. Once again, her heart was slightly shaken. Perhaps she could learn to cook seriously and also glow with heat?!

At the time, I resolutely chose Alchemy, because I felt that there was no way out of cooking. After all, at that time, in Tianlancheng, the so-called cook, had moved on.

Looking at Yang Meiji, who was still shaking, he leaned against the chair and frowned.

He thinks he has to make a killing move.

He doesn't believe Yang Meiji will refuse.

If it's less than necessary, the pedestrian really doesn't want to do it.

With a gentle exhalation, the face of the gait becomes very heavy, as if talking about a great thing.

Yang Meiji looked at the gait, his heart was also tight, he held his breath.

Watching Yang Meiji on foot, he said slowly: "Old Yang, you should know that Nangong has no shortage of food every day, right? If you learn to cook from me, maybe in the future your dishes will be eaten by the South Palace. ”

Since it's not enough to move, let's just * * *.

Anyway, there is nothing missing in the South Palace, * * * and so on... very stable.

Yang Meiji's face changed. After hearing the words of the gait, he suddenly took a breath of cool air. The light in his eyes flashed slightly. From the original fire of the stars, the instant turned into a bright star.

Bright punctuation, bright glance.

“I'm learning!! ”

Yang Meiji stood up from the position and slapped him on the table. He didn't say a word and drank.