Chapter 426 Confusion
Even though Yan Xian was not clear about the core requirements of the test questions at first, he still interpreted the "Ming" in his mind in his own way.

This shocked the old man with long eyes.

He had always seen everything with his eyes and had never experienced the feeling of hearing everything with his ears. The shock brought to him by this novel feeling was more moving than anything else.

The thoughtfulness, coupled with the wonderful taste in the mouth, combined with each other, brought a strong impact on both the body and the mind, wave after wave, sweeping over like an endless wave, completely conquering the long-eyed old man's body and mind.

Xu Qing looked at the changing expressions of the long-eyed old man and understood.

Sure enough, Yan Xian also has intentions, and they are the same as the chefs in the Guangming cuisine world.

He really doesn't seem like someone from the dark culinary world.

After a while, the old man with long eyes came back to his senses, his eyes full of amazement and shock.

"Excellent, truly excellent dish. Not only does it create a wonderful taste, but it also makes people feel the meaning of 'Ming' in a unique way, feeling everything in the world, feeling that everything in the world is so clearly presented in front of them, every detail is visible. Grasping the context of everything, listening to and accepting all the voices of the world, this is exactly the ability of 'Ming' that an emperor should have."

The old man with long eyes was generous in his praise, which showed how satisfied he was with Yan Xian's dish.

After hearing this, Yan Xian clasped his fists and bowed to the old man with long eyes, thanking him for his praise.

Then he stepped aside and focused his attention on Xu Qing.

Let him see what kind of dishes Xu Qing can make.

At the same time, the long-eyed old man also turned his gaze to Xu Qing, "Can the dishes you make be compared with the Ming that listens to all things?"

Xu Qing smiled and said, "You can only know if you try it. Old sir, please taste it."

The long-eyed old man could see some confidence from Xu Qing's calm expression. Could it be that the dishes he cooked could surpass the sound of all things?
He looked down at the plain bowl of pork liver soup in front of him and found the answer there.

The old man with long eyes picked up the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of soup, and swallowed it together with the tender pork liver in the soup.

As soon as the soup entered his mouth, his eyes lit up.

Generally speaking, the longer the broth is cooked, the more delicious and rich its flavor will become.

Therefore, it is difficult to cook the broth to a delicious and rich level within a limited time, and the taste will appear a bit thin.

But the taste of this soup in the mouth is extremely delicious and rich, as if all the essence hidden in the bone marrow was squeezed out and integrated into the soup.

To refine the flavor of the broth to such an extent, it is impossible without continuous boiling for a whole day.

But he only took an incense stick of time. How did he do it?
This doubt just stayed in my mind for a second, and then was thrown out of my mind in an instant. Because an even more wonderful taste lingered on my taste buds, under the impact of this wonderful taste, all other thoughts in my mind were driven into a corner, leaving only the perception of deliciousness in my brain.

Different from ordinary pork liver soup, Xu Qing did not use the whole pork liver, but chopped the liver into a paste and then put it into the pot to boil.

After this complicated process, the texture and taste of the pork liver are instantly improved to several levels.

In terms of taste, the liver paste becomes extremely delicate after careful processing, melting in the mouth, and there is almost no graininess. Only the full taste melts in the mouth. When you bite it gently, you can feel the smooth and delicate liver paste gently spreading on the tip of the teeth, like soft silk wrapping the tip of the teeth, flowing smoothly on the tongue and mouth.

The taste is more delicate and smooth than ordinary pork liver, and the pure feeling without any impurities brings a very exquisite taste experience. It just slides gently on the tip of the tongue, and it brings a trembling feeling, making the whole body tremble unconsciously as if it were electrified, and it is indescribably comfortable.

In terms of taste, liver paste is far more delicious than ordinary pork liver.

After a long period of stewing, the rich and delicious flavor of the pig liver is fully released into the soup and blends with the flavor of the broth.

The liver paste, which has been processed with complex knife skills, can extract all the deliciousness and mellowness contained in it, making the flavor of the liver paste more intense, the taste of the soup more mellow, and the unique aroma of pig liver more distinct.

After blending with the flavor of the soup, the already delicious and rich soup did not dilute the aroma of the liver, but perfectly set off the aroma of the liver. The elegant aroma of the liver plus the mellow aroma of the soup together composed a movement. The mellow and delicious taste seemed to dance on the taste buds. Every chewing of the teeth and every touch of the tongue tip made the taste jump happily on the tip of the tongue, involving the taste buds in this graceful dance, and making the body completely immersed in it, unable to extricate itself.

Delicious, absolutely delicious!

There is no other word to describe this wonderful feeling except delicious.

But there's something else besides deliciousness.

It gently touches the heart, like a pair of gentle hands, lightly pushing open the door, allowing the heart to flow in naturally.

Suddenly, countless lights danced before his eyes, countless sounds buzzed in his ears, countless flavors danced on the tip of his tongue, countless aromas lingered in his nose, countless touches, gentle or painful, appeared in every part of his body, as if countless living beings and countless feelings were stuffed into his body, filling his body, expanding it, until it burst.

With a loud bang, countless things leaped out of his body and divided his soul into countless pieces, each piece stuck to a certain thing.

Sometimes he is a fish, swimming leisurely in the water. Sometimes he is a bird, soaring high in the sky. Sometimes he is a tree, quietly watching the seasons change. Sometimes he becomes a human, and from the moment he is born, he begins to enjoy the ups and downs of life.

Too many lives, too many wills, too many feelings, then mixed into a chaos, making him unable to tell who he was.

Is it a bird? A fish? A tree? A person? Or something else?
Which one is the real him?
How can one distinguish so many feelings mixed together?

In other words, he had long forgotten who he was.

Too many sounds overwhelmed him, too many scenes confused him, as if he was the whole world. But in this world, there was no trace of him, no existence of him.

Who is he?
(End of this chapter)