Although the color is not black, the dishes carefully prepared by the boss are all dark dishes.

The ingredients are absolutely fine, they must be normal or even rare and expensive ingredients, but the boss's hands seem to have the magic of a magic weapon. It is obvious that you only need to make it casually and it can be delicious, but the boss himself prefers some weird flavors - he thinks dark food is more delicious.

Three years ago, Yu Chengmo, who made himself hungry because he had a different level of food demand from other brothers, stumbled into Zhang E's small restaurant. After a full meal, he asked if Zhang E could take credit.

Zhang E smiled when he heard this, and brought out a bowl of blue porridge with white porridge, saying that he could save it before meals and expressed his thoughts.

Yu Chengmo drank it, and then successfully fasted for two more days than usual, and he had no appetite for any color of porridge.

Yu Chengmo didn't understand why this was. Zhang E's casual meals tasted very delicious to Yu Chengmo, but Zhang E only felt that the taste was average. The delicacy Zhang E admired, whether it was taste or image, was a dark dish for anyone.

This is why Zhang E’s restaurant has no customers: the food sold by Zhang E is the dark food.

However, from that day three years ago, Yu Cheng Mo made an agreement with Zhang E. Yu Cheng Mo came here regularly, and Zhang E treated Yu Cheng Mo with a casual meal. Then Yu Cheng Mo helped Zhang E taste a dark dish and expressed his thoughts.

When Yu Chengmo recalled the past, Zhang E had already put out a bowl of wonderful soup and was urging Yu Chengmo to taste it with his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Yu Chengmo took a sip of the light pink soup with a spoon, with tiny white foam on it.

The mouth is full of milk. It is not treated and has a smell of milk.

Then there was the smell of the plant juice that Yu Chengmo smelled before. When Yu Chengmo was still young, he tried to chew the grass in his mouth like a cow and chew it. The taste in his mouth was similar to this one, but the intensity was somewhat different.

Then a mellow taste burst out. Yu Chengmo tasted "food" from Zhang E for three years, which is a kind of fermented ingredient.

Then Yu Chengmo scooped up a piece of orange-yellow cube food and put it into his mouth.

Pumpkin? Yu Chengmo thought at first that the color and soft taste were very similar to pumpkin.

However, the ingredients in this chunk do not separate in fibrous shape like pumpkin, but spread out in powder form, just like some bread made.

The taste is lighter than pumpkin, with only some taste like soup, and finally reveals a little bitterness on the list, which is not difficult to accept.

After looking at the soup bowl in front of him, Yu Chengmo took a deep breath, grabbed the soup bowl and ate them all in one breath. Anyway, the monks in the Tribulation Period were not afraid of being hot anymore.

With the urge to feel nauseous under the pressure of spiritual energy, Yu Chengmo felt that all the delicious food just now was useless, but he had tried to eat the bad food first and then the delicious food before, but that time he was not even able to eat the delicious food.

"Let me lie down for a while..." Yu Chengmo covered his stomach and lay on the dirty table, panting in pain.
Chapter completed!