After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

fresh!

The freshest of all!

The freshness is beyond words!

That seemingly transparent liquid actually contained such a terrifying explosive power of taste!

The rich, oily aroma of old hen, the wild, meaty fragrance of old duck, the aged aroma of Jinhua ham after years of aging, the salty freshness of dried scallops and dried shrimp...

The essence of countless top-quality ingredients seems to have been crushed and dissolved by a peerless master with his inner strength, perfectly blended into this small spoonful of soup.

What's even more amazing is the fresh, natural scent of the mountains!

It's like a sharp sword, piercing through the heaviness of all meat, bringing a sense of ethereal lightness, as if one were in a forest after the rain.

It's clearly a meat broth, but it's as refreshing as a mountain spring!

Even though it had cooled down, there wasn't a trace of fishy or greasy smell!

This completely violates common sense in culinary science!

"Ugh!!!"

Qin Lang let out a muffled groan, and then, as if he had gone mad, he stopped using the spoon and directly picked up the white porcelain cup, ignoring that Ye Wan'er hadn't finished drinking, and tilted his head back to pour it into his mouth!

"Leave some for me! Qin Lang, you bastard!"

Ye Wan'er finally realized what was happening, her composure completely gone, and she hurriedly reached out to snatch it.

That bite just now completely overturned her worldview.

The truffle soup and lobster bisque she had at Michelin-starred restaurants in France were nothing compared to this seemingly ordinary bowl of "plain water"—it was just garbage made from seasonings!

It was a delicious flavor that struck straight to the soul, making one forget all worries in that instant and only want to indulge in this clear soup.

"Gurgle... gurgle..."

Qin Lang was a ruthless man; he stubbornly resisted Ye Wan'er's attempts to pull him away and finished the remaining half-bowl of soup.

"ha--!"

Setting down the porcelain cup, Qin Lang let out a long breath, revealing a look of rapture.

"I'm convinced... I'm absolutely convinced..."

Qin Lang slumped in his chair, muttering to himself, "Brother Lin, are you a god? This isn't just plain water! This is nectar! 1800? Even if this soup sold for 18,000, I'd still think it's worth it!"

Ye Wan'er stared at the porcelain bowl, now licked clean, and stomped her feet in anger, her eyes reddening.

"Qin Lang! You owe me my soup! I only had one sip! Waaaaah..."

She turned her head and looked at the still calm and composed young figure.

At this moment, the previous disdain and arrogance were gone from her eyes; in their place was deep shock and... a trace of barely perceptible worship.

It turns out that true excellence is often unpretentious.

It turns out that the saying "true masters are often found among ordinary people" is not just an empty phrase.

Just as the two were still savoring the aftertaste of the soup, Qin Lang's gaze inadvertently drifted to the bottom of the bowl, and his eyes widened instantly.

Although the soup was all gone, the fist-sized, tender yellow cabbage heart still lay alone at the bottom of the bowl, its surface glistening with a lustrous sheen from absorbing the broth.

Qin Lang had a sudden inspiration: If the soup is so delicious, what kind of heavenly taste must the cabbage soaking in it have?

"Um, Grandpa Ye!"

Qin Lang's eyes darted around, and he put on a righteous expression. "You just ate a bowl of noodles, you must be stuffed, right? These cabbage stalks are hard to digest, so for your health, I'll finish them off for you!"

Before he finished speaking, his chopsticks shot out like lightning, heading straight for the cabbage!

"Qin Lang! Have you no shame?!"

A sharp shout followed immediately.

Although Ye Wan'er was still crying and complaining, she was keeping a close eye on the situation.

Upon seeing Qin Lang make a move, she reacted extremely quickly, her silver chopsticks striking first and catching Qin Lang's chopsticks with a "snap" in mid-air!

"This is my grandfather's food! How dare you steal it?!"

Ye Wan'er's beautiful eyes widened, and her other hand was not idle either, she immediately reached for the plate, "Grandpa can't eat anymore, but that's mine too! I'm his own granddaughter!"

"What's wrong with his own granddaughter? I'm his own grandson... his best brother!"

Qin Lang refused to give an inch, and the two pairs of chopsticks clashed fiercely above the white porcelain bowl, making a crisp "clinking" sound, neither willing to let go.

"You were just about to pour it out! Now you're trying to take it from me?"

"Shut up! That was before! Now this cabbage is mine!"

The two completely tore each other apart over this cabbage, their chopsticks almost poking each other in the face.

however.

Just when the two were locked in a stalemate, neither able to gain the upper hand,

"Whoosh—"

A blur of motion, at an extremely tricky and swift angle, slipped through the gap between the two chopsticks.

A pair of chopsticks swiftly and accurately picked up the heart of the cabbage.

Before Qin Lang and Ye Wan'er could react...

"Whoosh!"

The heart of the cabbage disappeared into thin air.

The two were taken aback and turned their heads at the same time.

The heart of the cabbage was now on Ye Weiguo's chopsticks!

The old man gracefully withdrew his hand, suspending the tender, jade-yellow cabbage heart in front of him. Then, with a stern face and an authoritative gaze, he swept over the two stunned juniors and reprimanded them in a deep voice:

"What's all this noise about? What kind of behavior is this!"

Qin Lang and Ye Wan'er trembled at the shout, and quickly withdrew their hands, lowering their heads like schoolchildren who had done something wrong, but their eyes were still fixed on the cabbage.

Ye Weiguo snorted coldly and continued to reprimand:

"Who just said it was going to be dumped? Who said it was garbage? You're all all talk and no action! You didn't recognize the value of the stuff right in front of you, and now you're trying to steal it?"

"I'm not dead yet, you think you can steal this good stuff?"

After saying that, Old Ye didn't look at the two unlucky kids again.

He turned his head, held the chopsticks up to his eyes, and took a closer look at the cabbage.

Under the bright lights, the heart of this cabbage is breathtakingly beautiful.

It's not like an ordinary vegetable, but rather a piece of warm, smooth jade.

After being soaked in the broth for a long time, the originally firm leaves unfolded slightly, and each extremely fine vein was filled with clear broth, presenting a translucent amber texture.

Especially the top of the bok choy, with its tender yellow hue, is so vibrant and luscious that it seems as if honey would flow from it at the slightest touch.

"Perfect timing...it really is perfect timing..."

Ye Weiguo muttered to himself, his Adam's apple bobbing uncontrollably.

Without further hesitation, he opened his mouth and put the whole cabbage heart into it.

Qin Lang and Ye Wan'er exchanged a glance and both saw the despair in each other's eyes.

Gone.

Really gone.

Not a single hair was left.

"Click."

Ye Weiguo took a bite.

The crisp chewing sound was particularly loud in the quiet air.

Qin Lang and Ye Wan'er were heartbroken upon hearing this voice, and could only swallow their saliva.

"Sizzle—"

As he chewed, a burst of juice shot out from the cabbage fibers, exploding directly in Ye Weiguo's mouth!

Old Master Ye's expression changed instantly.