"Hair growth soup?" Harris was taken aback. His eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, "You're saying that after drinking this soup, my soft and silky hair will grow out again? And my handsome face will be radiant again? "
"Hair can grow out, but if you want to say that your handsome face will be radiant again, you have to have it before," Michael said.
"That's not important." Harris turned his head, and stared at the altar of 'Buddha jumps over the wall' beside Meg. He rushed forward, looked at Meg, and said, "Young friend, does your 'Buddha jumps over the wall' really have the effect of hair growth?"
"Practically speaking, that's indeed the case." Meg nodded, and said, "So far, 'Buddha jumps over the wall' has already solved the problem of baldness for many middle-aged and young people."
"It's true!" Harris' voice dragged out as he looked at Meg with glowing eyes, and said, "Then, can you give me a bowl too?"
"Erm …" Mag murmured. He hesitated as he looked at Harris, who was full of anticipation.
"Didn't we agree just now? Whoever loses will call the other party master." Harris looked at Meg, cupped his hands, and said, "I'm willing to accept my loss, Master!"
"It's over. It's really over this time." The senior brother who was picking his nose earlier collapsed in his junior brother's arms.
"Senior Brother, you have to be strong. Master has already called you master. What else can we do?" The junior brother put him down on the ground silently, and consoled him.
"Huh?"
Meg looked at Harris, who called him master, and didn't know how to respond for a moment.
"Ding!"
"Congratulations, Host. You have won the culinary duel and successfully accepted a disciple. Mission completed!"
"Reward received: Great Teacher Talent Point + 1, 'Midas Touch' enlightening skill."
Right at this moment, the system's voice sounded in Mag's mind. A cool and refreshing feeling exploded in Mag's mind as if his spirit had been elevated to a higher level. At the same time, a shiny golden skill treasure chest appeared.
Meg's eyes lit up. He felt that he had obtained something, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He smiled at Harris, and said, "You don't have to be so polite, my disciple."
"Hmm?"
Harris and Meg were stunned at the same time.
"Eh? Why is it so natural for me? "Meg's expression was a little strange.
"Why is he so skilled? Could it be that they've rehearsed this many times? Harris also criticized in his heart.
"Come, come, come. Master doesn't have anything to entertain you with. This bowl of 'Buddha Jumps Over The Wall Soup' is a greeting gift." Meg picked up a big bowl, filled it to the brim with 'Buddha jumps over the wall', and handed it to Harris with a benevolent smile.
He had a rough idea now. The so-called great teacher talent points were probably to allow him to quickly adapt to the role of a teacher.
Harris, who had wanted to complain, swallowed his words when he saw the 'Buddha jumps over the wall'. He carefully received the big bowl, and didn't forget to thank his master.
When the crowd saw this sudden turn of events, they were all stunned.
Originally, they were still lamenting the end of the Invincible God of Cooking and were excited about the rise of a new God of Cooking. They didn't expect the two of them to get into the mood so quickly and have already started to show their deep relationship in front of them.
"What's going on? Are all experts so resistant to attacks? "
"I've long heard that Master Harris doesn't care about fame and fortune. I used to think that it was more of an exaggeration. Now, it seems like it's most likely true."
"I suspect that they are acting us."
Many people didn't know how to express their emotions all of a sudden.
"Erm, should we call him Grandmaster or Grand Master?"
"No matter what we call him, I find it very strange."
"It's alright. We can even call him Master. Why do we still need the burden of being an idol?"
Harris's disciples had a brief conversation.
"Grand-disciple Chapman greets Grand Master." Chapman went forward and bowed respectfully.
Meg chuckled, and said, "You don't have to be so courteous. Grand Master doesn't have any greeting gifts to give you. Come, come forward. Each of you has a bowl of 'Buddha jumps over the wall' as a greeting gift."
Harris' disciples had weird expressions. However, since their master had already acknowledged him, and their eldest senior brother had also acknowledged him as their grand master, they couldn't hold back. Hence, they could only go forward a little bashfully.
Of course, everyone was also curious and indignant. They wanted to try what kind of soup could defeat the sour beef bone soup that their master was most proud of.
At the side, Harris had already carried the big bowl to a dining table. He placed the big bowl down, sat down at the table, and tidied his clothes before picking up a spoon.
The rich aroma rose with the steam. It was even clearer and richer than when they were standing far away. However, that wonderful balance was still maintained.
As a chef, he naturally had his pride. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to make food that satisfied him.
He also wanted to know what kind of soup could be deemed as surpassing sour beef bone soup.
The white spoon scooped up a spoonful of thick soup. Although the soup was brown in color, it was still clear, and didn't have any crumbs of ingredients in it. To be able to ensure that even with so many different ingredients, his understanding and control of the ingredients was indeed very strong.
After blowing on the hot air, Harris put the soup into his mouth.
All kinds of flavors blossomed on the tip of his tongue. Every taste quickly materialized into a physical object in his mind. Abalone, shiitake mushroom, chicken, shark's fin, pigeon's egg … His mind had almost materialized into a paradise of animals and plants!
The rich meaty aroma blended into this mouthful of soup, but it was meaty without being greasy.
The wonderful taste tickled his taste buds. It was like a graceful young girl who knew all kinds of tricks, bringing different surprises at all times.
The younger generation will surpass us in time. Harris sighed softly in his heart. This wonderful taste was indeed much better than the sour beef bone soup. Regardless of whether it was the combination of ingredients, the control of the fire, or the amazing cooking method, they all made him feel novel and powerful.
He admitted defeat wholeheartedly in today's duel.
However, this also gave him more thoughts and new cooking directions. The collision of ingredients that didn't differentiate between types could perhaps create an amazing delicacy.
The soup stayed in his mouth for a while before sliding down his throat. It turned into a warm current that spread to his limbs and bones.
Meanwhile, a ball of hot air suddenly rose, and rushed straight to the top of his head.
Harris only felt a buzz in his head. His head felt a little hot, and his scalp started to feel numb. It was as if there were ants crawling on his head, or as if there were suddenly grass trying to push open the dry soil in a barren desert that had been barren for many years and emerge from the ground.
"This … Is this growing hair?" Harris was dumbfounded as he felt something trying to break out of the shell above his head. This wasn't just medicine, it was a special medicine!
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