The aroma rolled, assailing her nostrils.
White steam rose from the dish. It was so dense that it covered people's eyes.
Yang Meiji sniffed the aroma. She was bewildered. Her pupils shrank, and her mouth parted. All the pores on her body opened.
"It's a familiar smell …"
Yang Meiji smelled the aroma. She hadn't eaten yet, but her eyes reddened. This smell hadn't appeared in her heart for a long time. She had almost forgotten the memory hidden deep in her mind.
This smell … made her sink.
"Old Yang, this is the Red Braised Meat you ordered. Try it. Today, I cooked it with a special technique." Bu Fang pulled out a chair and sat on it. He raised his head and exhaled lightly as he said, "You're right.
Yang Meiji's mind returned. Her hands trembled as she picked up the chopsticks. Looking at the rosy Red Braised Meat that seemed to reflect light, she couldn't help but gulp.
The chopsticks grabbed the Red Braised Meat. The meat was a little tight. As she held it, the red oily juice oozed out and dripped.
This familiar texture … Yang Meiji's heart shivered.
She picked up the Red Braised Meat and put it in her mouth. The closer she got to her mouth, the more flustered she became.
She was afraid that once she put it in her mouth, it would clash with the taste in her memory. Her expectation would go up in flames.
However, it turned out to be the opposite.
A mouthful of Red Braised Meat was stuffed into his mouth. When he bit down, the soft and tender spirit beast meat was slightly cooked, causing his pores to tighten at this moment.
This feeling was wonderful. This texture was so familiar!
Yang Meiji ate and ate … Crystal clear tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.
Yang Meiji was a little bewildered. She touched her face. She didn't know when she started to cry.
The taste in her memory overlapped with the taste of the Red Braised Meat.
The taste that had been hidden in the depths of Yang Meiji's memory was completely stirred up and filled her mouth.
Yang Meiji's entire being was shrouded in that memory.
…
It was a snowy day.
A sturdy little girl panted as she ran back from the outside. She squinted her eyes, her face slightly red from the heavy snow, and spots appeared on her face.
Her hair was a mess, and her big eyes were rolling around.
The Cloud Mist Restaurant stood amidst the wind and snow. Outside the restaurant, snow swirled in the air, but inside the restaurant, it was steaming hot.
The aroma permeated the entire restaurant. The diners sat at the dining table with a smile on their faces. They chatted happily while picking up dishes with their chopsticks and putting them into their mouths.
Oil splashed everywhere, and steam rose to the sky.
That fiery feeling stunned the little girl for a moment. Then, the corners of her mouth curled into a knowing smile.
The curtains of the kitchen were lifted and a burly figure walked out. He was wearing a greasy skirt. After wiping off the water stains on his hands, the burly man smiled at the girl.
The girl widened her eyes, dashing toward the burly man.
She threw herself in front of the man and hugged his thigh.
Although the man's appearance was rough, he carefully tidied up the little girl's messy hair. After rubbing the little girl's head, he turned around and entered the kitchen.
Not long after, the curtain of the kitchen was lifted again, and a fragrant aroma wafted out.
The burly man was holding a steaming plate of Red Braised Meat, which made the little girl want to stare at it.
After finding a seat, the little girl clumsily picked up the chopsticks, picking up the Red Braised Meat and stuffing it into her mouth. Her mouth was full of oil.
The little girl was so happy. She reached out her sleeve and wiped the red oil off her mouth, making the little girl look like a Hua cat.
Far from them, the burly man smiled tenderly, watching the little girl happily eat the Red Braised Meat. He lifted the curtain and went back to the kitchen.
The little girl tilted her head, watching the burly man enter the kitchen. She smiled happily, then continued to eat the Red Braised Meat.
She opened her mouth and stuffed a piece of meat into it.
…
Yang Meiji sobbed. While eating the meat, she cried. Bean-sized tears rolled down her cheeks unceasingly.
The memories in her heart almost drowned her. That feeling made her feel as though her heart was being squeezed. She was so sad that she wanted to cry.
Bu Fang sat across from her, looking at Yang Meiji in silence. He didn't say anything, and he didn't want to talk.
He just sighed with emotion. No wonder this woman was so strong. She grew up eating meat every day. How could she not be fat?
She was a woman with a story!
Bu Fang raised his hand. It was white and slender, reflecting the sunset's radiance. It made his palm look like it was covered with a layer of red light.
Looking at his hand, Bu Fang's mouth rose.
It was a pair of magical hands that could cook food that could move people's hearts.
The magic of food was that it could not only satisfy people's appetite, but it could also satisfy people's spiritual and emotional needs.
It was almost impossible to recreate the food and dishes in one's memory. The taste deep in one's memory could not be eaten a second time in one's life.
Sometimes, when one's emotions and food were mixed together, it would make people unable to control their emotions.
Today, Bu Fang used a special and simple method to cook the Red Braised Meat because he knew Yang Meiji's memory should have a memory of Red Braised Meat.
According to Yang Meiji, the original owner of the Cloud Mist Restaurant, Yang Meiji's father, was an expert in cooking Red Braised Meat. Red Braised Meat had always been the Cloud Mist Restaurant's signature dish.
Therefore, Bu Fang specially used a simplified method to cook the dish, which gave it a homely feeling.
Although the taste might be a little different from the Red Braised Meat cooked by Yang Meiji's father …
This gap could be made up with a trace of memory.
"Why is this feeling so familiar! It's like my father's taste … "Yang Meiji rubbed her teary eyes, stuffing the last piece of Red Braised Meat into her mouth, sobbing.
She looked at Bu Fang, her eyes full of emotion and sadness.
Although it was similar, it wasn't.
Her father was dead. The taste in her memory had completely disappeared.
"It's just a simple Red Braised Meat. I don't know what your father's Red Braised Meat tastes like," Bu Fang looked at Yang Meiji, speaking casually.
Yang Meiji lifted her head, frowning.
"But … this taste is really similar."
"This is the charm of delicious food. Don't you think it's magical?" The corners of Bu Fang's mouth rose, saying.
Yang Meiji licked the sauce on her plate clean. She lifted her head, looking at Bu Fang. She clenched her big fists, nodding seriously.
"Magical!"
Bu Fang's brows arched, the corners of his mouth rising again.
"If it's so magical, if delicious food is so charming, do you want to learn it? Do you want to eat this kind of delicious food that makes you remember it every day? "
Yang Meiji was bewildered.
Sitting on the Netherworld Ship, You, who was swinging her long, white legs, was also bewildered.
Eighty, who was flapping its wings and walking back and forth on its chicken legs, also clucked and raised its head.
"You want me to learn how to cook?" Yang Meiji rolled her eyes, looking at Bu Fang in disbelief.
Oh my God, why did Bu Fang have such an idea?
Yang Meiji was so surprised.
Yang Meiji knew her level. She couldn't even cook a plate of Egg-Fried Rice, so how could she cook real delicious food for others?
If she really learned how to cook, she was afraid that she would scare away the hard-earned customers in the Cloud Mist Restaurant.
It was really rare that the Cloud Mist Restaurant could develop to its current level, which was even more glorious than before.
Thus, when Yang Meiji heard Bu Fang, she just waved her hands, her face panic-stricken. "I can't. I can't. I don't want to learn!"
Bu Fang gently exhaled, leaning back on his chair, his eyes looking at Yang Meiji, who was panic-stricken.
"Don't you want to cook this delicious food yourself? This taste that you miss so much, the taste that belonged to your father? "
Yang Meiji was slightly bewildered when she heard Bu Fang's words.
A conflicted expression appeared on her face once more.
That's right. The Cloud Mist Restaurant should have been inherited by her …
"But I want to use my abilities and do something for Heavenly Mist City. What I can do … is only alchemy," Yang Meiji said.
Her alchemy talent was really strong. If she really wanted to shine, alchemy was the best way for her to do so.
However, the current Heavenly Mist City had become the main city of the Pill Palace, the place where all the grandmasters of alchemy gathered.
Yang Meiji's alchemy skills could no longer shine among these grandmasters.
Bu Fang didn't know this, but Bu Fang didn't panic.
"Although the profession of alchemy is mysterious, if you want to use your abilities, you don't just need to refine elixirs. If you learn how to cook, you can also reach that level," Bu Fang said.
"Yes. Moreover, I'm the champion of the Magical Hand Conference."
To be honest, Bu Fang didn't really care about being the champion of the Magical Hand Conference. It was useless.
The only thing he could do was to obtain a spot to enter the Secret Realm and bring back the glutton, Hades.
However, in the end, the glutton, Hades, also left.
That's right!
After all, Bu Fang was the champion of the Magical Hand Conference!
Yang Meiji was stunned. Her heart wavered once more. Maybe if she learned how to cook seriously, she would be able to shine?
In the past, she chose alchemy because she felt that cooking had no future. After all, the so-called chefs in Heavenly Mist City had all changed professions.
Looking at Yang Meiji, who was still wavering, Bu Fang leaned back on his chair and frowned.
He felt that he had to use his ultimate move.
He didn't believe that Yang Meiji would reject this move.
If it wasn't necessary, Bu Fang really didn't want to use this move.
Exhaling lightly, Bu Fang's expression became extremely solemn. It was as if he was talking about an extremely important matter.
Yang Meiji looked at Bu Fang's expression and her heart tightened. She held her breath.
Bu Fang looked at Yang Meiji and slowly said, "Old Yang, you should know that Nangong Wuque comes here to eat every day, right? If you learn how to cook from me, maybe Nangong Wuque will eat the dishes you cook in the future. "
Since it wasn't enough to move her with emotion, he would use his body to seduce her.
With Nangong Wuque around, seducing her … was very easy.
Yang Meiji's expression changed. When she heard Bu Fang's words, she immediately sucked in a breath of cold air. The light in her eyes flickered, and the sparks in her eyes instantly turned into bright stars.
It was so bright that it was dazzling.
"I'll learn!"
Yang Meiji suddenly stood up from her seat and slammed her palm on the table. She didn't say anything and just shouted.
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