Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1232, 1121. "Boiled cabbage in clear broth" is a verb.

After the first trickle of water fell.

Gao Bingyi raised his wrist and paused briefly.

Allow the heat from the first broth to be transferred and absorbed into the heart of the bok choy.

Then the spout tilted slightly again.

A second stream of clear soup flowed down.

This time, the intensity was slightly increased, and the amount of water was slightly larger.

Like a miniature waterfall, it covered the upper part of the cabbage heart.

This time, the changes are clearly visible!

The cabbage hearts, having already absorbed the heat and umami of the first soup, have bravely sprouted tender shoots.

Furthermore, after being poured over a larger amount of clear broth.

It was like a long-awaited rain after a drought, like a gentle rain falling on bamboo shoots in spring.

It felt as if my muscles and bones had been loosened up...

The inner leaves of the cabbage heart seem to have heard the alarm bell, starting from the core, one layer, two layers, three layers...

It spread out gracefully and unhurriedly in all directions.

That posture was like a dancer slowly opening her tightly clasped arms, or like a magnolia bud that, urged on by the warm sun, finally decided to loosen its tightly wrapped petals.

As the leaves unfold, the previously dense pinholes become less noticeable, replaced by the clear, translucent veins of the leaves themselves.

These veins, soaked in the boiling broth, become crystal clear, like the natural patterns flowing inside the finest jade.

The leaves themselves also changed from a creamy white to a warm, translucent, almost translucent mutton-fat white jade color.

At this moment, the heart of the cabbage is no longer a tightly wrapped flower bud, but a half-open white jade lotus flower that is beginning to take shape.

The leaves curved softly, displaying a graceful arc.

Only the central "stamen" remains subtly wrapped, awaiting its final bloom...

After the second stream of clear broth was poured in.

Gao Bingyi breathed a long sigh of relief, looking at the half-open white jade lotus with satisfaction.

He seemed quite satisfied that he hadn't messed up.

The people around were dumbfounded; no one had ever said that boiled cabbage could actually bloom.

Could it be that the real name for "boiled cabbage in clear broth" is "boiled cabbage in clear broth"?
"Open" and "water" have two different meanings?
"Also" has two meanings: it means it will really bloom.

Gao Bingyi took a breath and tilted the bronze kettle for the third time.

This time, the pot was lifted even higher.

The clear soup gushing from the spout converges into a full, scalding torrent that seems to shimmer with golden light, flowing down from above with undeniable heat.

Pour the water straight into the center of the bok choy, before it has fully bloomed!
This was the most breathtaking moment!
The accumulated heat and umami burst forth at the very core of the bok choy under the powerful impact of this final burst of boiling water!
The very center, the firmest, and the most tender core, as if infused with its last breath, bursts forth and blooms upward and outward!
All the previously half-open leaves, as if propelled by the power of this core, completed their final, most graceful arc.

In the blink of an eye, a complete, lustrous, layered white jade lotus flower stood gracefully in the clear, watery "pond".

Each leaf was stretched out to its fullest extent, as thin as a cicada's wing, translucent enough to see shadows, with veins like inlaid gold threads.

It is no longer just a cabbage, but a living work of art, swaying gently in the bowl with the afterglow, exuding a breathtaking beauty.

At this point, a fragrance finally appeared.

With this final bloom, the essence hidden deep within the cabbage, moistened during pretreatment, and the time frozen by the chilling process, are revealed.

And the fierce rooster "Red Overlord" and its family of thirteen, along with countless top-quality ingredients, have been concentrated into a delicious flavor over several hours.

This was fully aroused at this moment.

A complex aroma—clear, mellow, and indescribably indescribable yet incredibly pure—mixed with the rising steam, suddenly wafted over and instantly filled the entire room…

This is exactly what it means: like a golden soup poured over one's head, a jade lotus blooming in full glory!

Although I haven't witnessed the epiphyllum bloom at its most beautiful moment, I imagine it's nothing special...

There's still a chance to eat the boiled cabbage in front of us.
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Gao Bingyi put down the bronze kettle and said softly, "I have not failed in my mission."

But by then, no one could react.

All eyes were fixed on that small white porcelain bowl. The clear broth was perfectly still.

Only the blooming white jade lotus flower floated in the center, its entire body radiating a soft and warm luster.

The lotus trembled gently, and wisps of steam rose from it.

All the intricate processes, long waits, and exquisite craftsmanship are ultimately condensed into this simple yet exquisite picture of a clear bowl with a blooming lotus flower.

In truth, it's just a cabbage heart that's been simmered in soup three times.

But the subtle differences in temperature, force, and landing point of each pour precisely guide this ordinary cabbage heart through a transformation from a dormant, icy soul to a blooming jade lotus.

No wonder Gao Bingyi had to do this.

I imagine there are also several chefs in the other private rooms.

After the first time, Gao Bingyi immediately picked up the copper kettle and began to pour the second cup.

The soup will get cold if left out for too long.

This time, everyone realized what was happening and quickly raised a row of phones, taking pictures intently. Everyone stood up, almost leaning over the table to get the best angle.

With three quick swishes, the second jade lotus bloomed.

Clap clap clap clap clap~~ The whole audience burst into enthusiastic applause.

Amid applause and the clicking of cameras, Gao Bingyi became increasingly skilled.

Before long, eighteen white lotuses appeared on the table.

A pot of clear soup, just finished.

The turntable spun around once.

A bowl of boiled cabbage was placed in front of each person.

There was an extra small spoon in his left hand and an extra pair of chopsticks in his right hand.

I was nervous, anxious, and reluctant to do it.

I was afraid of ruining this beautiful work of art.

I only dared to use the tip of the spoon to gently touch the cabbage leaves.

The blooming cabbage flowers floated and twirled in the clear water; it was quite fun.

"Everyone, let's get started, while it's hot. It's best to drink the soup first," Gao Bingyi reminded them.

"Yes, yes, drink the soup."

The crowd chimed in with their own opinions.

With a determined effort, I dipped the spoon into the soup and scooped up a spoonful of what appeared to be colorless "clear water."

If you don't see the ripples created by the spoon shaking and the wisps of steam rising from it, you can't tell that something has been scooped up.

It looks exactly like plain water.

but.

The piping hot clear soup was brought into the mouth.

Beneath the ultimate clarity lies a surging, incredibly complex, and mellow umami flavor!

The umami flavor is multi-dimensional, pure, and so rich that it's impossible to forget.

Yet, because of its exceptionally clear broth, it appears exceptionally pure, refreshing, and without any burden.

It felt as if the tongue was being washed by the gentlest waves again and again.

Upon closer tasting, this soup seems to possess a truly vibrant quality.

I don't know what it tastes like; I can't describe it or depict it.

It's a feeling, a... indescribable, wonderful experience.

Like the gentlest little hands, gently patting and massaging the tongue inch by inch.

If it weren't for the blood and flesh connecting us, the tongue would have to be pushed into the stomach along with this gentle little hand...

(End of this chapter)