In the carriage, Harrison clicked his tongue in amazement as he held a piece of mutton, and said, "The rank odor of the mutton is really gone. The aroma of the mutton has become richer. Although it hasn't been officially cooked yet, I'm no longer averse to this smell."
"Mr. Mak is indeed Mr. Mak. His breadth of mind is not something an ordinary chef can compare to," Gjergj said. Gjerj lamented. Not everyone could share their experiences with others so selflessly.
"He's a good person, and also a very impressive chef." Leiden nodded. The admiration he had for Meg could no longer be described with words.
"Brother Leiden, shall we go to my place and make a new pot of mutton with this processed mutton?" Harrison asked expectantly.
"Alright." Leiden nodded. He was also looking forward to how the mutton would taste after the rank odor was removed.
The carriage stopped in front of Harrison's factory. Everyone alighted, and washed the pot clean. Then, Leiden and his son began to stew the mutton in the pot according to the previous steps. However, they added a handful of dried orange peels to the pot based on their original recipe.
This time, Harrison and Gjergj did not go in. They moved two chairs beside the fire to warm themselves while waiting for the mutton in the pot to cook slowly.
About two hours later, Leiden cupped a handful of the aroma with his hand and sniffed it. He nodded slightly, and then extinguished the fire in the stove, and removed the lid.
A rich aroma of mutton rose along with the steam, and then spread in all directions.
"This aroma!"
Harrison and Gjergj had already stood up subconsciously, and looked into the pot with shining eyes.
The rich aroma of the meat was especially alluring. Moreover, there was no rank odor this time, only the pure aroma of the meat.
The added spices made the aroma of the meat even more prominent, and the complex aroma brought about distinct layers, making one salivate uncontrollably.
"It smells so good." Moore's Adam's apple moved. He used to think that his father's mutton stew had reached the pinnacle, and that no one in the world could make a better mutton stew.
However, he only understood now that the rank odor had been removed, the quality of his father's mutton stew had really improved by leaps and bounds.
"I can't wait to try it." Harrison took a bowl for himself, and used his chopsticks to pick up a piece of mutton from the pot.
The color of the mutton was a little darker than the last time. The bright red mutton had a trace of oil on it, and the texture of the mutton was clearly visible. It had not become mushy after being stewed for a long time.
Harrison took a bite, and his eyes lit up.
The mutton's texture was still wonderful. It was soft but not mushy, tender but not dry. His teeth easily cut through the mutton, and the rich gravy instantly burst in his mouth.
His taste buds almost instantly went crazy!
Delicious!
That was the ultimate delicacy!
The natural spices enhanced the freshness of the mutton, and at the same time gave it a rich taste.
Among these spices, there was also a hint of orange peel fragrance.
The taste wasn't strong, but it gave the mutton a refreshing feeling, giving it an extraordinary feeling.
Compared to the bowl of mutton in the morning that required his taste buds to distinguish between the delicious and rank odor at the same time, this piece of beef was definitely the most delicious mutton stew Harrison had ever had. Even the mutton in Mr. Mak's mutton soup could not compare to this mutton stew without the dipping sauce.
Harrison closed his eyes and chewed the mutton carefully. After a while, he opened his eyes and looked at the three expectant people. He immediately raised his thumb, and said, "If this mutton stew isn't popular, I'll do a handstand and eat sh * t!"
"Haha, seems like the mutton restaurant is settled," Gjerj said with a smile. He also picked up a piece of mutton and put it into his mouth.
"Mmm …"
Although the mutton that was still boiling was a little hot, Gjerj could not bear to spit it out.
The delicious taste wreaked havoc in his mouth, and Gjerj closed his eyes subconsciously. The corners of his mouth curled up as he indulged in the enjoyment of this big mouthful of meat.
"After the rank odor was removed, the mutton is very delicious. The remaining rank odor should have been absorbed and neutralized by the orange peel that Mr. Mak guided. I really can't taste any rank odor at all. If we didn't buy this mutton, I would have suspected that Mr. Mak had swapped it out." Gjerj smacked his lips, and said with a smile, "Is there any rice? I think I can eat three bowls of this mutton stew. "
"Go to the cafeteria and see if there's any rice left. Bring us a pot," Harrison said to the coachman. The coachman agreed, and quickly walked into the factory.
Leiden looked at Harrison and Julian, who still wanted more, and smiled. It seemed like the two bosses were really satisfied this time.
"Brother, you guys try it too. This mutton is really reborn." Harrison took two pairs of chopsticks and stuffed them into Leiden and his son's hands.
"It's so delicious!" Moore tried a piece of mutton, and almost chewed his tongue off. The rich fragrance of the meat, the mesmerizing taste, and the fragrance lingering in his mouth all amazed him.
It was the same mutton stew, but the quality of this pot was countless times more delicious than all the mutton stews his father had made in the past.
The rank odor that he had once ignored was now like rat poop in his mind. It was intolerable.
Leiden ate a piece of mutton, and fell into deep thought. He did not speak for a while.
"Brother, what's wrong?" Harrison asked concernedly when he saw that Leiden did not speak.
"Nothing. I'm just a little ashamed." Leiden shook his head. "In the past, I always thought that I was the best mutton chef in the tribe, but now I understand that it was just self-consolation. Only a chef like Mr. Mak can be called a chef."
"That's where you're wrong. It's already very impressive for a chef to have a good dish. A chef like Mr. Mak who can do anything is a genius that only appears once in a thousand years. You'll be suffering if you compare yourself to him." Harrison shook his head with a smile. He patted his chest, and said, "With this mutton stew, I can guarantee that we can open a mutton restaurant together. It'll definitely be popular."
"I … I'm afraid I can't?" Leiden was still not very confident.
"Both of us trust your culinary skills, and we trust our mouths. As long as you can guarantee the quality of this mutton stew today, both of us will fork out half of the money and open a mutton restaurant together with you. You'll have half of the shares, and I'll split the remaining half between him and me." Gjerj patted his chest confidently, and then looked at Harrison. "That's not a problem, right?"
"It's exactly what I thought. You don't have to worry about opening the restaurant. Just leave it to the two of us. You just have to hone your culinary skills during this period of time, and make sure that every pot of mutton tastes the same. Then, we'll open for business right away," Harrison said with a nod and a smile.
"Father, I think that's a good idea. If you let the two of us save up to open a mutton restaurant, we don't know when we'll be able to do it," Moore persuaded when he saw that Leiden was still hesitating.
Leiden looked at the encouraging gazes of the three men, and hesitated for a while. Then, he nodded, and said, "Alright, then we'll do as the two of you say. However, I can't take half of the restaurant. This mutton stew can only be so delicious because of Mr. Mak's recipe. I should at least give half of it to him."
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