Chapter 1485 - This Soup Should Be The Best In The World, Right?

Chapter 1485: This Soup Should Be The Best In The World, Right?

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Five bowls of rich, milky white sour beef bone broth were scooped up. Chapman went over, put the bowls of soup on a tray, and carried it to the judges.

The judges were completely attracted by the sour beef bone broth in front of them. The fragrance of the sour beef bone broth wafted over together with the rising steam, dispelling all the chill. In addition, the sour smell caused them to salivate. They could not help but swallow.

"Nothing is better than a bowl of piping hot soup in winter." Michael held the bowl, which warmed his rough hands. He blew the steam away gently before drinking the soup straight from the bowl.

The soup was still a little hot. The sour taste was not very sharp. In fact, it was rather mild, and blended perfectly with the rich smell of the broth, bringing a very distinct layered taste.

The sourness brought an enjoyable taste, and the warm soup brought him warmth.

"It is still that sour soup that brings joy and warmth." Michael drank three large mouthfuls consecutively before smilingly commenting, "This is the soup that you should drink in winter. It's also the best beef bone broth I've ever had. I think I can finish another two more bowls after this one."

After saying that, he continued to drink his soup in big gulps, immersing himself in the joy that the soup brought him.

Scheer looked at the soup before her, and her eyes also lit up.

She had often heard her grandpa talk about Harris's stories. He was the only chef that her grandpa would always bring up, and every time he did that, he would definitely mention the dish that brought the former to fame—the sour beef bone broth.

Five years ago, Harris would often come to Chaos City, and she had been lucky to be able to follow her grandfather to attend a gathering. The people who had been there were also the people sitting in the judges' seats today. In addition, there had also been the people from Gray Temple and Lord Rolan.

Back then, it had also been winter.

It had been her first time trying sour beef bone broth. The delectable taste was still lingering in her mind even though five years had passed.

Right now, there was a bowl of sour beef bone broth in front of her once again.

The rich and white soup had a few spring onions floating in it. There were also a few pieces of radish submerged inside.

The sourness of pickled radish blended with the richness of the beef bone, resulting in a fragrance that would warm the soul. It was just some simple ingredients and a simple cooking method, but they formed such a delicious taste in such a beautiful way.

Scheer picked up her spoon. She gently pushed the spring onions away, and scooped up a spoonful of soup.

The whiteness of the soup came from the beef bone, and it could only be this rich because it was a sour broth.

Scheer opened her mouth slightly, and blew at the spoon before putting it into her mouth.

It was a familiar taste.

The warmth and sourness left a lingering sweetness behind. The rich fragrance blended perfectly with the flavorful soup.

She was completely relaxed, as though she was submerged in a hot spring. Her body and soul felt completely at ease.

After a very long while, Scheer opened her eyes slowly. She was smiling unknowingly as she said to Harris, "It was the same taste as when I've first had it. However, there were some slight differences. It was the taste of warmth that made one immerse in that feeling after drinking the soup."

"You were still a little girl the last time we met," Harris said with a smile.

"However, my heart was still captured by this sour beef bone broth," Scheer replied with a smile. She scooped another spoonful of soup and blew on it again gracefully before putting it into her mouth as she continued to enjoy the simple bliss that the soup brought her.

"It seems like Master Harris has already won with his signature dish since he's already gained the recognition of two judges."

"That's still uncertain. Boss Mag hasn't even presented his dish. You guys have no idea what kind of divine cuisine 'Buddha jumps over the wall' is!"

"I heard that the prisoners in Bastie Prison next door couldn't help but jump over the wall after smelling the 'Buddha jumps over the wall' just so that they could also have a share."

The audience talked softly. Michael and Scheer had both given the sour beef bone broth a very good review. While that made others curious about what the sour beef bone broth really tasted like, it also brought some differing opinions about the competition.

"Miss Scheer made it sound very warm and blissful. Sounds like this bowl of sour beef bone broth is very delicious." Vanessa licked her lips and swallowed her saliva. It was a pity she could no longer try the dishes.

"The sour broth might be delicious, but Boss Mag is bringing the 'Buddha jumps over the wall' out. That's going to be quite a show." Abraham looked at the wine vat in front of Mag with a smile. He would occasionally order a serving of 'Buddha jumps over the wall' to taste. He wouldn't dare to eat such overly nutritious food every day. However, after coming to Chaos City, his body had become healthier day by day, and all the small ailments that he used to have were gone.

"This is the most exciting duel I've ever watched. It way surpasses any of those I've read about in books," Vanessa remarked excitedly.

Jeffree drank a mouthful of soup before using the chopsticks to pick up the pickled radish. He bit into it and smiled.

The soft radish melted immediately in his mouth, and it was no longer that sour because of the soup. It was sweet and sour, just like how he remembered it to be.

Around 30 years ago, he and Ian were on their way to Issen Castle for a business meeting. Back then, they were still best partners. However, they didn't expect to be robbed right in front of Issen Castle. Their subordinates were killed, and they were robbed of all their money. He was also very badly beaten up. It was Ian who dragged him along as he climbed to Issen Castle.

They wanted to seek help, but were locked outside and they fell, unconscious, in the streets on a snowy winter day. When he woke up, he was lying in a rather lavishly decorated room.

A young man brought them two bowls of soup. It was a piping hot thick soup that wafted with a slightly sour smell.

That was the best soup he had ever had in his entire life. It was sweet and sour, and the fragrance of the beef bone was very rich. After drinking the soup, he felt his icy cold body become warm immediately, and he also felt comforted from all the aches and pain in his body.

That young man was Harris. When he just arrived at Issen Castle, he had no friends, so when he saw the two of them lying on the street, he brought them back to his residence.

If it were not for that bowl of soup, there wouldn't be a Chamber of Commerce, or Buffett Bank, that had opened branches all over the Norland Continent.

He would never forget the taste of this soup for the rest of his life.

Therefore, even though they had not met for years, Jeffree still appeared to be the judge for Harris the moment he received the invitation.

"Bravo," Jeffree said to Harris, just like what he said back then after drinking the soup when he could not find the words to describe it or thank him.

"But of course," Harris said with a smile, just like how he answered him back then.

Robert tasted the soup, and could not help but exclaim, "The pickled radish triggered the richness of the soup, making the plain soup become even more flavorful. It is indeed a soup to behold, be it in terms of layering or taste. This is really one of the best soups ever."

Meanwhile, Novan had already finished the soup. He put the bowl down, and asked Harris, "Seconds?"

"That's a little too much to ask for," Harris said in disdain as he scooped another bowl for him.

"Ah, I really want to try this sour beef bone broth."

The audience had already swallowed their saliva countless times as they watched. They could only feel the sourness in their mouth.

This bowl of sour beef bone broth triggered their imagination on how it would taste like.

"This soup should be the best in the world, right?" someone asked softly.

Just then, Mag's timer rang.

Mag closed his fire, and used a small hammer to break the clay sealing the wine vat before slowly removing the paper underneath.

A sudden strong waft of fragrance emerged, and spread in all directions just like crashing waves.