Chapter 77 The Taste of Legend
After the smooth and delicate feeling, the delicious taste of chicken fills the mouth. The sweetness that appears naturally is clearer and sweeter than the spring water flowing down from the mountains. What remains in the mouth is the ultimate sweetness bred by nature, which is sweet but not greasy, and the plain sweetness spreads to the heart like running water.

The unique fragrance of the chicken also exudes at this time. It is an extremely unique fragrance, far better than the fragrance of ordinary chicken. This is a natural delicacy with a unique and complex fragrance. The fragrance shows different changes in the mouth with each chewing, just like a beauty stretching her arms, lifting her skirt, and dancing gracefully. Every turn and every movement shows a completely different beauty, which is colorful and dazzling.

At the same time, as each mouthful of chicken tofu is swallowed, a feeling of fullness and vitality spreads throughout the body, as if the whole person is soaking in a hot bath, soothing away all fatigue and discomfort.

The more you eat, the richer the taste in your mouth becomes. It is as if all the flavors merge into one in your mouth, drawing a vague shadow in your mind with your taste buds.

With every bite and every chew, the blurry shadow becomes clearer.

It makes people unable to put down the spoon in their hands, just to piece together the shadow in their minds, just to see its true appearance.

Suddenly, the sense of taste reached its peak at a certain moment, and countless accumulated flavors exploded in an instant. The violent impact on the senses continued to reach the brain, making the mind blank in an instant, and even the consciousness disappeared. At this moment, the shadow deep in the mind suddenly became extremely clear.

In the white world, black feathers suddenly fell down. A spirit bird that seemed to be transformed from the night landed here. Each of its feathers was so clear, and the black feathers flashed colorfully in the light. Its comb, beak, tongue, and claws were all black, pure black, without a trace of other colors.

The spiritual bird in his mind suddenly became infinitely large, and Shen Hong turned into a being smaller than a bug. He drilled into its feathers and saw its black skin. He then drilled into the skin and saw its black bone marrow. He saw the flesh and blood growing from the bone marrow, which was just as dark and deep.

Guided by his sense of taste, Shen Hong continued to swim in the body of the black-bone chicken, clearly seeing every strand of its texture, every drop of flesh and blood, its proud posture, its look around, it soaring so vividly in his mind, it jumping so vividly on the tip of his tongue.

This is the black-bone chicken!
The real black-bone chicken!

This black-bone chicken transformed from taste spreads its wings and flies from the tip of the tongue into the heart, staying in the heart for a long time.

At this moment, there was no more doubt in his heart. All the legends turned into clear and visible reality under the guidance of the taste in his mouth.

He even felt that he could touch the black-bone chicken with just one hand, stroke its thin and shiny feathers, feel the warm touch in his hands, and hear its loud crowing.

Shen Hong opened his eyes and looked down at the bowl in his hand. The delicate chicken tofu in the bowl seemed to come alive and turned into a lively black-bone chicken, looking around in the bowl.

legend?

This is not just a legend, it is clearly a real reality, in his mouth and in his heart.

His heart was filled with the black-bone chicken. He had not felt this heavy sense of satisfaction and reality, this happiness and joy that continued to spread in his heart for many years.

In the past, he tasted a variety of different dishes every day. The fatigue of the taste buds brought mental fatigue. For ordinary people, the wonderful taste and the delicious taste that made people enjoy it were just a job for him.

Gradually, deliciousness turned into pain, eating became a torture, and fatigue eventually turned into disgust, making it impossible to eat.

Eating is just to meet daily physiological needs, there is no joy in it.

The last time he felt a little happy, the dish was made by Ku Rou. The skill of the dish was not exquisite, and the flavor was not perfect, but what attracted people was the sincerity and enthusiasm of the chef, which relieved the fatigue in Shen Hong's heart and rekindled his love for food. Shen Hong originally became a chef because of his love for food. He wanted to pursue the ultimate deliciousness, so he kept striving for perfection. However, pursuing something out of reach was too painful. In the end, this love turned into an indelible fatigue over time.

Ku Rou's tireless pursuit and never-giving-up love are what Shen Hong admires most, but they are also what he fears the most.

He was afraid that one day, Ku Rou would become like him, covered by the thick dust of time, no longer having the original intention that shone brightly that day, and only being exhausted.

However, Kurou was luckier than him. The thing he pursued, that unattainable legend, finally became reality through his own hands.

No, it's not just him.

Shen Hong is very clear about Ku Rou's abilities. It is far from enough for Ku Rou to achieve this by himself. He lacks a lot of abilities.

The ability to turn Kurou's persistence into reality...

Shen Hong looked at Master Luo Tian and shook his head secretly. Luo Tian was as old as he was. The fatigue left by time made it difficult for them to be as full of vitality and energy as before.

The vitality that is everywhere in this dish turns even the illusory legend into a vivid reality. This is not a dish that an old man can make.

Shen Hong's eyes turned to the young man standing beside him.

is it him?
The ability to turn legends into reality, the ability to materialize one's thoughts through taste, even awakened his long-lost original intention.

This ability is extremely rare even among chefs who have been famous for a long time. I didn’t expect that it came from a young boy.

Not to mention the exquisite knife skills, which show a taste beyond imagination, and the exquisite seasoning makes the legendary taste become a reality within reach.

Shen Hong compared the taste with the legend of the black-bone chicken one by one and found that the taste was even more wonderful than the legend. The joy and shock it brought to people were far beyond the legend.

It's really amazing. Shen Hong never thought that there would be such a person in the world.

Seeing such a young man, the passion in Shen Hong's heart that had long been covered by fatigue awakened at this moment. Carried by the black-bone chicken in his heart, it flew higher and higher.

He is old, and that unattainable pursuit may never be realized, but the boy and Ku Rou in front of him are still very young. Young people should chase their dreams and soar into the sky with their still tender shoulders.

What Shen Hong should do is not to weigh lead on their wings, but to transform into a wind that supports them and help them reach the distant and dazzling future.

Shen Hong said softly: "Kuro, I agree with your idea, go after it, and turn the legend into reality."

(End of this chapter)