Zheng Da spoke with great enthusiasm, and although the topic went off on a tangent, Qin Huai listened with keen interest.
"So, what is the standard for judging a good tongue?" Qin Huai asked curiously.
"There is no standard," Zheng Da replied, "A good tongue is just a good tongue. You give him a dish, and without saying anything, he can figure it out by tasting it himself."
"Nowadays, there are more types of seasonings. Decades ago, some people would keep their secret recipes from spreading by deliberately mixing and crushing the spices together. But this could only prevent ordinary competitors. A skilled chef could taste it once and know what was in the dish, and after several tastings, even guess the proportions more or less."
"I remember my master once told us that the true secret is not the combination of ingredients, but the technique, the culinary skills, which are the real secrets that others cannot steal."
"So, how's my tongue?" Qin Huai asked.