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No!

There's nothing there!

This is a pot of truly clear, boiled water!

Plain water?

Zhao Chengming was stunned.

He originally thought that no matter how much Lin Fan boasted about the clear broth, there would at least be some herbs or stock cubes in the broth to remove the fishy smell and enhance the flavor.

But what he saw before him completely shattered his expectations.

"Impossible...absolutely impossible..." Zhao Chengming's eyes twitched violently. "If the soup wasn't tampered with, then the meat must have been!"

He turned his head abruptly.

Lin Yi gently placed a plate of exquisitely presented lamb, emitting wisps of cold air, in front of him.

Zhao Chengming's gaze instantly fixed on the plate of mutton, like a nail.

With its striking red and white color, each slice of meat exudes an intense freshness and vitality, as if it were still pulsating slightly after being cut.

Without hesitation, he picked up the chopsticks on the table and directly took a large piece of mutton.

"Old Zhao, Boss Lin's meat is special. It needs to be dipped in the broth seven times and then dipped in the water for seven seconds. If you cook it too long, it'll be a waste."

Seeing his dazed expression, Li Dayong at the next table kindly offered a reminder.

Zhao Chengming completely ignored him.

He stared intently at the mutton on his chopsticks and then shoved it directly into the boiling pot of water.

"one two three……"

He silently counted down the seconds in his mind.

As the boiling water churns, the originally bright red mutton slices quickly lose their blood color and turn into an enticing grayish-white. The slices shrink slightly as they are heated, and a very thin and delicate layer of fat slowly emerges on the surface.

What he found even more unbelievable was that no foam rose to the surface after the meat was put in!

When ordinary people boil raw mutton in plain water at home, a thick layer of grayish-brown blood foam with a fishy smell immediately floats to the surface.

But the pot of water in front of Zhao Chengming was still crystal clear!

As the mutton is cooked in the hot pot, a faint, extremely pure milky aroma gradually fills the air!

This unscientific!

A fine layer of cold sweat had already seeped onto Zhao Chengming's forehead.

"Seven, eight!"

Time's up.

With a flick of his wrist, Zhao Chengming scooped the thoroughly cooked mutton out of the water.

He didn't put it in the dipping sauce dish, or even blow on it; he just held up his chopsticks and put the piece of mutton, still dripping with boiling water, into his mouth.

He wanted to extract the chemicals hidden inside this piece of meat, bit by bit!

"Click."

With a gentle bite, the teeth sliced ​​through the paper-thin slice of mutton.

In that very instant.

Zhao Chengming's body stiffened abruptly, his eyes widened instantly, as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning from the sky!

No fishy or gamey smell!

Not a single bit!

This mutton has no gamey smell. The moment your teeth cut through the meat fibers, an incredibly rich and sweet juice bursts forth in your mouth!

There are absolutely no spices, scallions, or ginger to mask the odor in this broth, and there is none of the pungent, astringent industrial smell of chemical deodorizers.

It is as clean as the purest handful of snow water from the top of the Tianshan Mountains, carrying the unique fresh grass scent of the grasslands, as well as an extremely rich natural milky aroma!

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible..."

Zhao Chengming screamed inwardly as he chewed rapidly, trying to squeeze out the slightest flaw from the piece of meat!

Flavor enhancers? None!

Meat tenderizer? No!

Lamb flavoring? Absolutely none!

The meat has firm, chewy fibers, but it transforms into a rich, oily aroma in the latter part of the chewing process.

The moment the meat went down my throat, there was no greasy feeling in my mouth, nor the dryness and saltiness.

Only a warm and comforting current slid down his esophagus into his stomach, instantly soothing away the chill he had felt all night in the snow, as well as the pent-up frustration in his chest for the past few days!

It felt like being on a bright, boundless grassland, with a gentle breeze on your face, and the feeling was incredibly refreshing!

"Clatter."

The pair of wooden chopsticks in Zhao Chengming's hand fell straight onto the elmwood table.

He seemed to have all his strength drained away, and slumped heavily against the back of the chair.

Those eyes, which were originally bloodshot and filled with madness and obsession, were now filled with utter blankness and despair.

How could this happen...?

He has made hot pot his whole life, simmered the broth for decades, and always believed that "the flavor is created through seasoning."

But today, Lin Fan used a pot of plain water, like a resounding slap, to wake him up!

The greatest form is formless.

Avenue to Jane.

Only at this moment did Zhao Chengming truly understand what Chairman Chen and Li Dayong had said the night before.

Faced with absolutely superior ingredients, any cooking techniques or the piling up of expensive base ingredients are truly superfluous and rubbish!

The golden broth he made last night, which took three days and three nights to prepare and was made with the finest dried scallops and matsutake mushrooms, seemed utterly vulgar in comparison to this simple, plain mutton noodle soup!

"Hey, Lao Zhao, why did you drop your chopsticks in fright?"

"How's it going, chef? Did you taste how many grams of technology or how many spoonfuls of 'heavy sauce' were in it? Should I call the food and drug administration's hotline right now and have them shut this place down?"

Other executives, eager to watch the spectacle, joined in the commotion.

"Old Zhao, say something! Have you even tried eating this boiled meat?"

Faced with the teasing from Li Dayong and others, Zhao Chengming's old face turned from red to purple, and then from purple to white.

His lips trembled violently, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, he wanted to refute, wanted to hold back, but the extremely sweet taste that still lingered in his mouth was like an invisible hand, tightly covering his mouth, making him unable to utter a single word.

This soup may fool others, but it can't fool your own taste buds!

Lost.

We lost completely and utterly.

Under the mocking gaze of all the big bosses, Zhao Chengming suddenly made a move that surprised everyone.

With trembling hands, he picked up the chopsticks on the table again, grabbed a large mouthful of raw mutton, and disregarded the rule of "seven up, eight down" (a traditional Chinese cooking method), stuffing it all into the pot of boiling water like a madman who hadn't eaten for three days and three nights!

As soon as he saw the meat slices change color, he couldn't wait to scoop them out and stuff them directly into his mouth without even bothering to blow on them.

This time, he even dipped it in the special 28-sauce that was served next to him.

"Hiss—it's hot! Delicious...so delicious..."

Zhao Chengming's tears streamed down his face.

I don't know if it was the scalding hot mutton, or the overwhelming mix of excitement and sorrow that a chef feels upon encountering such divine ingredients.