"The Spirit of Food!"

In his mind was Yan Qi, the old man's explanation of the so-called "Spiritual Eating".

One said that eating spirit is the sublimation of mystery.

One is said to be the final form of the mark.

Therefore, after a call, Xia Yu not only did not obtain a clear interpretation of "Food Spirit", but his thoughts became even more messy.

"The Tao can be told, it is extraordinary."

Before hanging up the phone, the leader of the dark world said: "The truths we speak in our mouths and the explanations of the food spirit are mixed with our personal opinions. In other words, it is just what we think of the food spirit, and the truth does not apply to you!"

"... In short, 'Spirit of the Spirit' depends on one's own exploration. Since you have reached this point, any verbal experience teaching is useless. Even if you ask the king, he will let you understand it yourself!"

Xia Yu was in great trouble.

Then the question is.

What exactly is "food spirit"?

Or, just like the heart of the chef, the mystery of food cannot be explained scientifically at all?

"Yes, what am I struggling with?"

Xia Yu smashed his head and simply stopped thinking, "Then let's understand it yourself!"

He turned around and went back to the bedroom and locked the door.

Taste the chrysanthemum sauce again...

Inexplicably, Xia Yu had an intuitive trust in the chrysanthemum in the dream and the woman she saw in the dream, and felt that she might be able to find some inspiration in the perfect sauce.
Chapter completed!