Xi Xin smiled and didn't smile. Yingmeng's suggestion seemed to be profiting for him, as if they were on the side, but if you think about it carefully, they all love food, but one loves to eat and the other loves to cook.

Oh.

"Friend, I have a question. Are you enjoying eating or cooking?" At this point, Xi Xin's expression suddenly became serious. "Gourmet should be an art, so it should be cooked slowly on low heat and hang the broth..."

"Is that so? Is it the longer the cooking time, the more advanced it is?" Ying Meng sneered, glanced at him, and interrupted him.

The words contained threats, malice, pressure, hints, and sarcasm. In short, there were much more things than it literally meant, and it could be considered a punch from Shi Xin.

Although she wanted to persuade Xi Xin to help, there were some positions on eating that could not be given up. This is the basic principle of being a foodie. Without principles, she would not be considered a qualified foodie. If she could not be considered a qualified foodie, then what was she? What's more, it would be easier to have a support, but it would not be possible without support. To sum up the bottom line of a foodie, you can't be allowed to be given up!

Really, just for the bottom line of foodies?

"The words of hooks and clamps are the same and different at once." - Guiguzi

Yingmeng narrowed her eyes slightly, held her lips and smiled. After defending her position, her attitude softened a little.

"Or, do you don't believe in the existence of talent? I know you enjoy the cooking process. This is the main reason why we can be friends. You are the cook, and I am a diner. I have also made a cook. The cook really hopes that others can appreciate their own dishes and hopes that more people can taste their own crafts. Because artworks always have to give more people a look forward to it, it has greater value, right?"

Yingmeng paused for a moment and threw it to Li Xin for a question. "But think about it, does every dish you make have different tastes?"

Xi Xin thought about it for a while and it seemed to be the reason, but why did he think it was strange? "Indeed, cooking is a small difference, which will lead to differences in taste, details, and colors."

The taste is indeed not energetic. What is Yingmeng trying to allusion?

"Then you say that everyone tastes differently. How do you make sure that you are the best at your best as a chef? As a diner, I can't usually have the most delicious food,

Is it a pity? There are enough unfair things in the world. Does it depend on luck to have a meal?" Yingmeng pinned a strand of hair behind her ears, and her face looked heartbroken. "Think about the time spent cooking. Is it difficult for you to spread this speed widely?"

Li Xin nodded and curled the corners of his lips slightly, which made sense. She seemed to mention that more people appreciated the spread. Suddenly, a hint of clarity flashed through his head, and he thought of the point that Ying Meng dreamed made him think of. He admitted that it was difficult to spread a dish, and that it was indeed a problem that it was impossible to quantify the taste.

Seeing that Xi Xin began to think along this line, Ying Meng couldn't help but raise her mouth, and her eyes were filled with bright light. "Did you ever think that if you can cooperate with Qiang Sheng to make stable seasonings..."

When Li Xin heard this, he woke up and decisively stopped Yingmeng. "The charm of food lies in the inability to quantify. It is because everyone has different methods of seasoning and the amount added each time is different, which can eventually lead to the prosperity of the food flavor."

Ying Meng rolled her eyes. He didn't think what he was thinking just now, and this position... Alas, not everyone is as principled as hers.

"You're right, but this only exists in the recipes of us food lovers." Yingmeng raised her eyebrows, held a smile of approval on the corner of her lips, and nodded vigorously. "You ask those who are busy with other things to cook. They may really care about the amount. Is it different if the amount is more or less? Have you not read the library? Look at those ancient books and the recipes left by the real God of Food, each dish is quite accurate in quantification. I'm not wrong? Some are even accurate in the thickness of the pork slices."

"Scrape the pork leg meat connected by fat and thinness, put it in a soup pot and cook until the meat is cooked and soft. After taking it out and cool, cut it into slices about one inch and five minutes long, one inch and two minutes wide, and one inch and one inch and one inch and one inch and one inch and one inch and one inch and one inch and one inch and one inch and one inch and one inch and one inch and a thickness." - "Chinese Recipe"

Ying dreamed that Li Xin was speechless, and a cursive curve was curled up at the corner of her lips. Seeing that, this is the consequence of trying to argue about events that they do not agree with. This highlights that people must abide by the principles, especially my principles.

Yingmeng observed that Li Xin's eyes flashed and disappeared. He knew that he had begun to shake, so he added another fire.

"I know you follow good traditional practices. There are indeed many good things worth absorbing in traditional practices, but we must absorb beneficial things with a critical spirit. If you think about it carefully, every dish is actually changing. Sometimes a chef is heroically executed, and his

It’s so sad that some practices have not been passed on yet, and no one can reproduce the same flavor from now on! Don’t you think this is a loss in the history of inheritance?”

When it comes to this Yingmeng can't help but observe a moment of silence for her love - Xuetang. The "heroic death" she said has an allusion, her personal experience. The master who made Xuetang was killed by Xian Qing. He hadn't had time to give her the secret recipe before he was temporarily (no one will give you this guy who steals candy all day long, okay?)

From then on, snow sugar was completely lost, which was simply a disaster in the history of food. For their sweet party, it was a catastrophe!

Yingmeng had no idea at this time that the other party was lit up to defend the secret recipe of snow sugar. However, the secret recipe was seized by the String, Motivation, unknown, Qing, who was obviously not interested in sweetness, after he was tortured, he found that his talent had not been lit up, and he "stood" was thrown to Xiao, the protagonist's halo, Xue.

Ying·Don't know the truth·Meng is now sad and angry, and her ideal of "greatness" is ignited in her heart. No, she must find a way to make this seasoning. As long as she can quantify food, she can save countless foods. If this quantitative method was found a thousand years ago, she can save her snow sugar. For the sake of the world's food, the future world's righteousness, let's fight!

This incident successfully played the role of how to convince others, first convince yourself, make yourself excited, and make yourself feel that you are ashamed of the world if you don’t do this.

When Yingmeng fell into a state of fanaticism, Xi Xin was still a little hesitant. For some reason, he felt a little strange, and he couldn't tell if he asked where the weirdness was.

"But with just seasonings, even if one of the flavors can be reproduced, the richness of the taste level may not be reproduced."

The flame of Yingmeng's passion was just ignited and was extinguished. She was stiff for about two seconds and thought carefully.

This seems to be true, but it is not right. The other party has put forward this point, which proves that he has also become more thoughtful and cannot give up.

"What do you think you should do?" Ying Meng didn't know what to do in her heart, but her face remained unchanged, her face was meaningful, and she looked mysterious.
Chapter completed!