Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Chu Xiangyun was taken aback when he heard the words, and immediately burst out laughing from the miraculous scene in the bowl.

Among other things, just this implication really made Chu Xiangyun feel more embarrassing.

It's just that Gan Hua and the others, when they heard what Zhao Ke said, the more they thought about it, the more uncomfortable it became.

Flowers to see Buddha? ?

Go to your uncle's flowers to see the Buddha, it would be better to say that it is more straightforward for you to go to the west.

Still rich and prosperous?

It was auspicious for others to say this, but when Zhao Ke said this to Yang Wancai, there was a strong sense of provocation inside and out.

This is not a dish, it is clearly Zhao Ke's challenge to them!

"Hmph, flower stand style alone is not enough, let me have a taste."

With a cold face and cold eyes, Shao Bing picked up the bowl and took a sip of it.

He has already made up his mind, even if Wang Gouzi cooks heavenly delicacy today, he will still curse him with shit.

Just a mouthful down the throat.

The ruthlessness on Shao Bing's face suddenly froze, and his skin was rosy, and he couldn't help sweating a little.

Couldn't help but murmured to himself: "Comfortable!"

Chapter 941

The soup goes down the throat and enters the stomach.

But it was like a river releasing a flood, I felt a gust of hot air rushing towards the meridians of the limbs, and immediately gathered together, with the momentum of being inappropriate, it rushed straight to the top of the park.

In an instant, you feel refreshed, as if you are on the top of a snow-capped mountain, and the sky and the earth are vast and clean.

Shao Bing hadn't felt so comfortable for a long time.

Can't help shouting out.

But soon, Shao Bing came back to his senses and opened his eyes to take a look.

My heart couldn't help but thump.

I saw Gan Hua, Yang Wancai and others staring at him with strange eyes.

Shao Bing murmured in his heart that it was not good, and hurriedly changed his words: "Uh...the taste is too...too..."

After a long time, I saw Shao Bing's face flickering.

What is this bowl of soup?

Obviously, it was Zhao Ke who challenged them. No matter whether the drink was good or not, he had to do everything possible to find out something wrong.

But I made a slip of the tongue just now, and now I force him to say that this thing is like shit.

Not to mention, I couldn't bear this face, and Ouyang Shu, who was protecting Zhao Ke, would not agree.

Chu Xiangyun is afraid that she will have opinions on herself.

After hesitating for a moment, Shao Bing put the bowl in his hand on the table, took a deep breath, and sat down calmly: "The taste is too mild."

After thinking about it for a while, Shao Bing finally had no choice but to pick out this question in a casual way.

Zhao Ke was on the side, holding his arms in his arms, lowering his head with a half-smile, his arrogant appearance made people want to tear his face off.

In fact, Shao Bing's faults were not wrong.

Naturally light in taste.

However, even if it is light, it is still the original sweetness, with a clear and sweet taste and a long aftertaste.

Not all delicacies are heavy on salt and ingredients. On the contrary, the simplest and most primitive dish is often a test of a cook's skill.

This pot of bone soup carefully prepared by Zhao Ke, paired with that root of ginseng essence, not only purifies the taste buds, but also nourishes the flesh and blood.

If Zhao Ke had any dissatisfaction with this soup, then there was only one point.

Failed to use Datong Angelica, sent them to see the Buddha.

"Well, it's a little lighter."

After Gan Hua smeared a sip on his mouth, his complexion was a little reddish, and he couldn't fault it.

What is the reason.

It will only make Chu Xiangyun feel that they are messing things up.

However, when Gan Hua's words fell, he heard a magnetic and gentle voice: "Perfect, the best in the soup."

Everyone was stunned and looked up, only to see that the direction of the voice was Yang Wancai.

I saw Yang Wancai holding the bowl with one hand, sniffing the umami of the soup lightly, drinking the soup in the bowl lightly with his cherry red lips, but he didn't make a certain sound.

Quiet, elegant, and graceful, that kind of aristocratic style that has been tempered and refined, seems to have been completely integrated into the bone.

"God of Wealth!"

The corners of the mouths of Gan Hua and the other three team leaders twitched. They never expected that the person who gave the perfect evaluation was Yang Wancai who most wanted to cut Wang Gouzi into pieces.

Zhao Ke frowned, and was also very surprised by Yang Wancai's evaluation in his heart.

I saw that Yang Wancai not only drank the soup in one gulp, but also chewed and ate the slice of ginseng in the bottom of the bowl slowly.

The towel as white as snowflakes gently wiped the corners of her lips, and then she looked at Zhao Ke.

The gentle and jade-like eyes make people unable to see happiness or anger, but they are as deep as the waves hidden in the vast ocean.

Zhao Ke's heart froze, Yang Wancai's eyes made him feel a great sense of crisis.

Under his nose, I grabbed the ginseng essence he raised in captivity, plundered the treasure hidden in the belly pocket of the ginseng essence, and even cut the ginseng essence into eight pieces in person, made a dish, and delivered it to him.

Inside and out, there is a strong provocative taste.

Just want to anger God of Wealth and his gang.

What Zhao Ke wants is very simple, to make him angry, the more angry the other party is, the crazier the revenge will be, and he can only find a chance from the crazy revenge of the other party.

Just now, the moment Zhao Ke saw Yang Wancai crush the wine glass, he already had a half chance of winning in his heart.