Yuan Zhou's suspicion was quite reasonable. The system clearly said that the shape of the bamboo was like an ancient vine. The vine couldn't be so straight in the middle but straight in the outside.
Now, the bamboo was held in Yuan Zhou's hand. His slender fingers corresponded with the straight bamboo, which made the bamboo look more gentle and beautiful. It was more like a work of art rather than a wok or a bowl.
Indeed, Yuan Zhou's hand was the most beautiful and well-maintained part of his body.
As a man, Yuan Zhou's fingers were very long with obvious joints but not broad. The shape was nice and his skin was fair like the hands of a piano player. Besides, it looked very delicate. Even some girls' hands couldn't be compared with it.
Besides, Yuan Zhou's hands didn't have any calluses at all.
For example, Yin Ya often stared blankly at Yuan Zhou's hands. From time to time, she would even compare them and then lament that her hands were not good-looking.
This was the result of Yuan Zhou's meticulous maintenance as a top-notch chef. He was afraid that his rough hands would damage the delicate ingredients.
Just like a top-notch embroidery lady whose hands were more beautiful than her face, in order to prevent her rough hands from damaging the precious and delicate fabrics.
For Yuan Zhou, his ingredients were much more precious than the fabrics. Naturally, he had to take good care of his hands.
Even Manman teased Yuan Zhou, saying that even if he didn't work as a chef in the future, Yuan Zhou could still be a man's hand model with his hands. Women would definitely like him very much.
They would definitely buy whatever Yuan Zhou advertised.
"System, it turns out that your vines are so straight?" Yuan Zhou teased.
The system displayed, "After the cultivation of this system, the height of this bamboo can reach 10 meters with an average diameter of 7 centimeters."
"A bamboo with a height of 10 meters is really not short. However, the average diameter is only 7 centimeters. It seems that this bamboo isn't thick and strong." Yuan Zhou imagined the bamboo inwardly.
The system displayed, "This bamboo grows between 46.3 degrees north latitude and 47.4 degrees south latitude. The climate is warm at an altitude of 700 meters above sea level. The annual average temperature is 18 ℃ and the annual precipitation is 1,000 millimeters."
"Other bamboos don't have strict requirements for the soil, but this ink bamboo has strict requirements. It needs a deep, fertile, moist, and acidic soil with good drainage."
"Use a type of underground water to water the ink bamboo, making it rich in trace elements and amino acids. After cutting it open, it will have a unique and long fragrance."
"As for the black bamboo in the host's hand, I chose a bamboo whip that was three years old and grew at a rate of 0.3 meters per year. Only the straightest bamboo pole that was 30 centimeters long was used."
"So, this bamboo is only 30 centimeters long?" Yuan Zhou asked while pinching the bamboo.
The system displayed, "Yes. The most suitable ingredient for bamboo rice is one-year-old bamboo."
"As expected of a system that strives for perfection." Yuan Zhou held the warm bamboo in his hand and continued to be speechless.
The system displayed, "Thank you for your compliment, host."
"You're welcome," Yuan Zhou said politely, his face expressionless.
After being stunned for a while, Yuan Zhou recovered from his habitual shock. "Speaking of which, System, you said that you were the one who cultivated the bamboo?"
The system displayed, "Yes."
"So you have your own laboratory?" Yuan Zhou pretended to ask casually.
The system displayed, "Host, your level is too low to know."
"Cough." As soon as Yuan Zhou saw that, he couldn't help coughing and then continued, "I haven't said my level is low for a long time. It's really a long time." Yuan Zhou was a little speechless.
"So, system, you can't tell me again, right?" Yuan Zhou asked again.
Then, the system disappeared again and didn't reply.
"A system that has a laboratory and can cultivate its own ingredients. It seems to be on Earth," Yuan Zhou muttered to himself and then devoted himself to the cooking of the dishes.
Of course, nobody knew the confrontation between Yuan Zhou and the system. But the black bamboo in his hand was still very conspicuous.
For example, Jin Ming saw it at a glance and said, "Boss Yuan, the bamboo in your hand is the purple bamboo, isn't it? It looks so good. Are you going to use it to cook bamboo rice?"
That's right. As a criminal defense lawyer, Jin Ming's hobby was to play the flute. Unfortunately, the purple bamboo was most suitable for making flute and flute.
"I have also asked that question." As an elderly family member, Ling Hong also knew that the purple bamboo was used to make musical instruments.
"Is it really the purple bamboo?" Jin Ming revealed a painful expression as if he were using his precious flute.
"Of course not. This is the black bamboo. Its name is the black bamboo and it's not the same species as the purple bamboo. This bamboo has a unique fragrance and there are so many delicious bamboos. How could Boss Yuan waste such a precious bamboo to make art?" Wuhai said leisurely while stroking his small mustaches.
"That's good. Otherwise, I'm afraid that I can't help but give the bamboo back to Boss Yuan," Jin Ming said smilingly.
Nevertheless, Ling Hong covered his mouth and didn't say anything because he was startled by Wuhai's proverb of wasting a precious bamboo.
In this restaurant, there was no one but Ling Hong. However, in front of Yuan Zhou, Ling Hong had never said that he was a rich man.
The reason was that the Keemun black tea was used to cook Herbal Tea Eggs, which was something that Ling Hong couldn't do. After all, he still wanted his leg back.
Therefore, Wuhai was probably blind to say that Yuan Zhou didn't waste a precious bamboo.
"No. This guy is already wasting a precious bamboo. I guess he's a desert in his heart and doesn't know what's good for him." Ling Hong looked at Wuhai contemptuously and didn't say anything.
Time passed quickly. In a little while, Yuan Zhou had finished cooking the bamboo rice. Zhou Jia was carrying a tray to Jin Ming.
"Here's your bamboo rice. Please enjoy." Zhou Jia set down the tray and carried out an oval plate.
The plate wasn't porcelain white, but rather a warm ivory white. There were small teeth at the bottom of the plate, which held the round bamboo so that it wouldn't roll around. The ivory white color of the plate contrasted with the ink-black bamboo, which made it appear more elegant.
"You can open the bamboo tube by gently lifting the edge with your chopsticks." Zhou Jia told him how to eat it and then left.
"It's the first time that I've seen such a clean bamboo rice." Jin Ming looked at it curiously and then poked the bamboo joints at the two ends of the bamboo tube with his chopsticks.
With a light pinch, the bamboo tube was directly split into two equal halves on the plate. Immediately, the crystal white rice was revealed. Each grain was plump and had the luster of rice oil. It looked extremely fragrant.
Right at that moment, a gust of hot air along with the fragrance of the rice directly emitted and was inhaled by Jin Ming's nose.
"Wow, it smells so good." Jin Ming couldn't help but directly pick up some rice with his chopsticks and stuff it into his mouth.
The bamboo rice was different from other dishes. Because it was wrapped in bamboo and roasted, the abundant bamboo liquid and mountain spring water were immersed in the rice grains, which made the rice grains soft and full of the fresh bamboo fragrance.
Jin Ming ate very quickly. In just a little while, he had eaten half of the bamboo rice. The more he chewed, the more fragrant the rice became.
Once chewed, the bamboo rice tasted sweet like the rice grains. Mixed with the fragrance of the bamboo, it made him feel as if he was in a quiet and secluded bamboo forest. The air was filled with the fragrance of diabolo after the rain while the mouth was filled with the fragrant and sweet rice.
"I feel like I don't need to eat the rice. Just eating is enough." Jin Ming used his strong self-control to suppress his desire to continue eating and waited for the dishes to be served.
He had believed Ling Hong's words and ordered quite a few dishes …
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