Chapter 1408: Advanced Cooking God

"Is there any dish that can heal the palate?" Most of the practitioners in the Immortal Food Holy City were skeptical.

The taste of Lingchu is different.

Compared with ordinary people, the taste of practitioners is more than ten thousand times more sensitive, and the taste of top spiritual chefs is more than ten thousand times that of ordinary practitioners.

Every top spiritual chef can taste the most subtle details of the flavor of the dish, and then rely on the practitioner's skills to make fine adjustments during the cooking process.

Only in this way can the taste be optimal.

When a spiritual chef loses his sense of taste, he is useless.

Li Jiaojiao clenched her fists and was full of fighting spirit: "If one dish doesn't work, I will try them one by one, and I will definitely make you recover."

Hearing this, Lin Yueru was very moved.

The practitioners in the Immortal Food Holy City also looked at Li Jiaojiao, wondering whether she could succeed.

Lin Yueru has always been the most famous master spiritual chef in the Immortal Food Holy City. Almost all the practitioners in the city have eaten the dishes she cooked and they are fond of the taste.

But since Lin Yueru's sense of taste was damaged and she stopped cooking, everyone felt like they had lost something.

"Fairy Li, if you can cure Master Lin, I would like to express my gratitude to you on behalf of the entire Xianhe City." The city lord bowed deeply.

"Please Fairy Li, please cure Master Lin."

Other practitioners also gave up.

"I will try my best." Li Jiaojiao had some ideas and said loudly: "In the future, I may need a lot of ingredients. I hope you can provide them, and I will buy them at the original price."

"What are you saying, Fairy Li? We will definitely support you fully. The ingredients are free of charge!"

"Yes, free of charge!"

Chefs from all the major restaurants stepped forward.

They were all admirers of Lin Yueru, and they hoped that Lin Yueru would get better as soon as possible.

"Thank you everyone!"

Li Jiaojiao put down her luggage and took out her own kitchen utensils, including a kitchen knife, an iron pot, a chopping board, a colander, an iron spoon, a spatula...

These kitchen utensils are all made in forging furnaces.

Everything is spiritual.

Dang, dang, dang... Li Jiaojiao began to cut vegetables. Her knife skills were superb. The cucumber slices she cut were all the same size. When placed in the sun, the sun could be seen through them.

"This knife skill is amazing!"

The spiritual chefs present were all amazed.

"It's very powerful. She is more skilled in knife skills than me. I don't know where she learned from it." Lin Yueru also attracted attention, with a look of surprise on her pretty face.

"The first dish is ready." Li Jiaojiao put the cold pickled cucumber slices on the plate, handed it to Lin Yueru, and said with a smile: "Here, let's eat."

Lin Yueru picked up a piece and tasted it gently, but she couldn't feel any taste and could only shake her head: "There is no taste."

"Why is there no smell?"

“This is so delicious!”

Xiao Liu and the other chefs at Yueru Restaurant all ate cucumber slices with happy faces on their faces. As soon as the words came out of their mouths, they realized that Lin Yueru had lost her sense of taste.

"It's okay, continue." Li Jiaojiao was not discouraged and changed the dish.

Fried prawns, cold shredded kelp, ribs and corn soup, steamed seabass... Li Jiaojiao's efforts time and time again made tens of thousands of dishes in just half a month, making the whole city filled with fragrance.

When everyone smelled it, they were so greedy that they wanted to pounce on it and eat it.

"Still tasteless."

Lin Yueru put down her chopsticks and tasted the ten thousandth dish, with a look of disappointment on her pretty face.

"How did that happen?"

"Eating so many divine dishes is enough to stimulate a person's taste buds. Even if the sense of taste has been lost for a long time, it should be able to recover!"

"How come it doesn't work?"

Everyone was puzzled.

Li Jiaojiao stood in front of the chopping board, wearing an apron, holding the stove with one hand and a kitchen knife with the other. After thinking for a long time, she always felt something was wrong.

"I'll keep trying!"

Li Jiaojiao is full of energy.

Lin Yueru on the side wanted to persuade her to give up, but after thinking about it, the other party worked so hard for her, why should she give up?

"Perhaps, the method is wrong!"

Li Jiaojiao looked into the distance, her eyes crossed the far distance and landed on the ancient painting city, where she saw the landscape and pastoral paintings painted by Shi Lei on the wall.

A strong wind blew.

The ten thousand acres of golden rice in the scroll swayed in the wind, which made Li Jiaojiao feel as if she was actually there, as if she could smell the refreshing fragrance of rice.

"I understand!"

Li Jiaojiao closed her eyes and thought carefully.

"The technique I used before was too fancy."

"If you want to restore Lin Yueru's sense of taste, you have to start with the simplest thing."

"The leader also said that the most high-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking methods. In this case, any fancy techniques are redundant."

Li Jiaojiao picked up a white radish, cut it into slices, and boiled it in water, adding only oil and salt.

"Isn't this a dish that ordinary people can cook? Even the techniques of a spiritual chef are useless, how can this be done?"

Everyone expressed confusion.

However, as Lin Yueru drank the bowl of carrot soup while it was hot, her hands suddenly trembled, and she couldn't even hold the bowl, and it broke to the ground.

"What does it smell like?" Li Jiaojiao asked.

"It's very clear, very sweet, and delicious." Lin Yueru said excitedly, "I...I have recovered?"

"You haven't fully recovered yet." Li Jiaojiao shook her head and said, "You are only recovering temporarily. You need to taste the most original taste of all the ingredients in the world, and then imprint it on your consciousness to form a memory, so as to promote the recovery of your taste nerves. "

With that said, Li Jiaojiao continued cooking.

She only uses the simplest way, that is: add oil and salt, and boil it with water.

This method can force out the original taste of the ingredients and stimulate Lin Yueru's taste nerves, allowing her to remember all the flavors.

Li Jiaojiao is also in the process of cooking, as if she has gone through her journey as a chef all over again, filling in the missing parts in the past, and her skills are getting better and better.

Half a month later.

As Lin Yueru took the last sip of the clear soup, she felt like something was growing in her mouth, itching, and even her sense of smell began to increase.

"I recovered!"

She picked up the various ingredients on the table and licked them with her tongue, easily distinguishing their taste and quality, and countless combinations came to mind.

"Really recovered?"

All the chefs present were overjoyed.

"Master Li, please accept my worship!" Lin Yueru knelt in front of Li Jiaojiao, "If you don't mind, I want to worship you as my master."

Li Jiaojiao did not speak.

She closed her eyes and stood quietly, thinking about her journey as a spiritual chef during this period, and found that her cooking skills had no shortcomings.

An idea flashed in his mind.

In front of everyone, Li Jiaojiao broke ten eggs, mixed only the egg yolks with white rice, heated oil in a pan, and started to stir-fry with salt.

Not long after, a fragrant pot of golden egg fried rice was freshly baked, and the aroma spread far and wide.

Everyone gathered around and tasted a grain of rice one by one. Then, they all seemed to have returned to their childhood, tasting the delicious food made by their mother.

A sense of happiness arises spontaneously.

Countless people shed tears unconsciously.

Li Jiaojiao also took a sip, as if she had returned to her childhood, walking in Qinglin Village under the Taiyue Mountains, breathing in the atmosphere of her hometown.

"It turns out that Chef Master is not about making high-end and delicious dishes, but about making food that makes people happy and full of hope for life."

"I see!"

Li Jiaojiao took a deep breath, exuding a mysterious and mysterious aura. Her temperament became completely different from before. No matter where she went, she gave people a familiar sense of kindness, as if she was seeing her mother in her hometown.

In the sky.

Ye Feng stared down and his pupils shrank.

"Breakthrough! This is the real God of Cooking!"

Surprised, Ye Feng looked at the sky in the distance and said: "Jiaojiao has finally surpassed all the masters and become a true god of cooking. I am very happy to congratulate you." (To be continued)