No matter what, Yue Yueli was a girl. She naturally turned around and walked out after being asked repeatedly. However, she was still muttering, "It's so expensive and the place is so small. How could anyone come here?"
However, her words were immediately shocked by the crowd that squeezed into the shop almost instantaneously.
They stood at the door for a while and then found the small shop was really full.
"Luckily, the boss didn't hear what I said just now." Yue Yueli didn't have the mood to wander around anymore. She inquired and then walked out of the side street.
This group of people was none other than the crowd that had watched the live broadcast yesterday. They came to the Yuanzhou shop for a meal organized by the rich Misha.
With the help of the contest and the inquiries of those people, Yuan Zhou finally completed the third stage of the mission and directly received the reward of 100 Styles of Rice Cuisine.
"System, what kind of rice is it this time?" Yuan Zhou was in urgent need of the best rice issued by the system so as to comfort his mood of getting the Taste-Free Chopsticks yesterday.
The system displayed, "The rice provided this time is the Yangxizao variety of Jing Shan Qiao Rice. Its output is also very low among the Jing Shan Qiao Rice."
"Jing Shan Qiao Rice is a specialty of Jing Shan County in Jingchu. It got its name because it originated in Sunqiao Town of Jing Shan County. Its grains are long and thin, smooth and transparent, delicious and not greasy, and fragrant. It was designated as the tribute rice by the emperor in the Ming Dynasty and was used as an offering."
"Among the Jing Shan Qiao Rice, the characteristics of Yangxizao are that it is dry, neat, ripe and white. The green stalk is like jade and the white belly is extremely small. Besides, its grains are long and thin, smooth and transparent, which is a rare treasure among the rice. The rice cooked with the Qiao Rice is soft and slightly sticky, fragrant and not greasy, and rich in nutrition. It's the most suitable for the 100 Styles of Rice Cuisine. "
"Oh, it's really the tribute rice again." Yuan Zhou felt he was quite calm. If he didn't get excited and started to search for it directly, it would be more convincing.
On the side of the cabinet that was used to cook Egg Fried Rice, there was written "100 Styles of Rice Cuisine". Presumably, it was the reward rice this time.
As for the 100 ways to cook the rice, Yuan Zhou had already understood it tacitly. He planned to eat one kind of rice every day in the future. Some of the ways Yuan Zhou had never heard of, which could be regarded as broadening his knowledge.
The name of the 100 Styles of Rice Cuisine was also added to the menu on the wall.
100 Styles of Rice Cuisine: 98/serving
At five o 'clock in the evening, Yuan Zhou opened for business, but he forgot one thing. Today was Saturday, and now the two people who would come here every Saturday were here again.
"Mu Mu, listen to me. Boss Yuan won the chef competition last time. It's said to be very wonderful. I will find the video for you to watch when we go back. Don't be angry, ok?" Wu Zhou could be heard dragging his throat like a male duck from afar.
At least, Yuan Zhou had always felt that Wu Zhou sounded more like a duck quacking when he lowered his voice and pretended to be sexy.
"Are you going to be obedient in the future?" Zhuang Xinmu pinched the soft flesh on Wu Zhou's waist and said threateningly.
"Listen, listen, listen." Wu Zhou pretended to be in great pain and answered continuously with a pitiful expression.
The two walked into the Yuanzhou shop, laughing and joking. Yuan Zhou asked with a serious face, "What do you want to eat?"
"Boss Yuan is still as serious as before. That's not good. You should smile more." With his girlfriend beside him, Wu Zhou had always been arrogant. Therefore, he joked with Yuan Zhou.
"No need." Yuan Zhou refused flatly with an even more serious tone.
"Alright. Sit down quickly. Otherwise, there will be more customers." Zhuang Xinmu pulled the corner of Wu Zhou's clothes at the side.
"Ok. Mu Mu, what do you want to eat?" Wu Zhou immediately turned his head and waited for Zhuang Xinmu to choose with a fawning smile.
As a senior member of the FFF Group, Yuan Zhou glanced at Wu Zhou's puppy-like behavior in disdain and continued to maintain his solemn expression.
"Gee? A new dish from the 100 Styles of Rice Cuisines? What does it mean?" Zhuang Xinmu was quite familiar with the menu of Yuan Zhou and immediately discovered the new dish.
"Maybe it's the name of the rice?" Wu Zhou said tentatively.
Zhuang Xinmu didn't quite believe in Wu Zhou's guess and prepared to ask him directly.
"Boss Yuan, what does it mean? The one from the 100 Styles of Rice Cuisines?" Zhuang Xinmu asked.
"It means literally." Yuan Zhou said straightforwardly.
"Well, is it really the name of the rice?" Wu Zhou still believed his guess was correct.
"It should be the 100 ways to cook the rice." Zhuang Xinmu thought for a while and then said to Yuan Zhou.
This time, Yuan Zhou nodded his head straightforwardly and confirmed Zhuang Xinmu's guess.
If it was said that there were 100 ways to cook the rice, most people would probably believe it, but they just didn't know which one it was.
"What kind of 100 Styles of Rice Cuisines? Does it include porridge?" Zhuang Xinmu preferred to eat porridge. As her mother was a southerner, the breakfast at home was always porridge. Sometimes, there were also southern snacks.
"No. It's only limited to the cooking method of the rice. Seasonings can be added, but no side dishes." Yuan Zhou added.
"Ok. I want a serving of Fried Rice Cake. Boss Yuan should know how to cook it, right?" Zhuang Xinmu said with a mischievous expression.
This place was located in the southwest and such a name was quite unfamiliar. It sounded like a snack. Zhuang Xinmu did that on purpose.
She wanted to see how Yuan Zhou couldn't handle it.
However, Yuan Zhou was still very calm and said, "Um. One moment, please."
Zhuang Xinmu was slightly surprised when she found Yuan Zhou knew. But when she thought of the Jin 'ling Cuisine in Yuan Zhou's restaurant, she felt relieved.
Wu Zhou was just watching at the side. He had never eaten Fried Rice Cake before, so he added hurriedly, "I also want a serving of Fried Rice Cake." Only then did he sit down and wait.
Fried Rice Cake was actually a kind of special traditional snack popular in the south of the Yangtze River. It was a kind of deep-fried pastry and was usually eaten as breakfast.
Of course, Yuan Zhou knew about it. The perfectly cooked Fried Rice Cake had a golden outer layer and a snow-white soft glutinous rice inside. It tasted fragrant and crisp when chewed. When eaten, it tasted crisp, salty and fresh. Although it was fried, it didn't feel greasy at all.
He took out the Jing Shan Qiao Rice, washed it and put it into a high-temperature ceramic rice pot. After that, he added 5cm of water above the rice layer and some fragrant well salt. After that, he brought the pot to a boil and kept it on low heat for 10 minutes. At that time, as the lid had to be removed to cook, the fragrance of the rice floated into their noses faintly.
"What kind of rice is this? It smells so good. I feel that I can eat two bowls of plain rice." Wu Zhou inhaled the fragrance and asked straightforwardly.
However, Yuan Zhou just pretended that he didn't hear that and didn't answer him.
"It might be some kind of new rice. My mom once told me that the new rice in the south of the Yangtze River is very fragrant." Zhuang Xinmu said hesitantly.
"Yes. Mu Mu, you are right." Wu Zhou answered with a prim expression.
"Since it smells so good, it should be the spring water mixed with the new rice." Zhuang Xinmu revealed a more affirmative expression this time.
Zhuang Xinmu didn't guess wrong. It was indeed the spring water mixed with the new rice. However, the spring water was the unpolluted and odorless running water deep in the mountains while the rice was the Yangxi Zao of Jing Shan Qiao Rice.
Soon, the rice was cooked. He poured the rice into a square wooden plate and cut it into two pastry blanks of suitable size. After that, he put them into the special cooling place. Then, Yuan Zhou started to prepare the oil pan to fry them.
The oil poured into the pan was just enough to submerge the two pastry blanks about the size of a soap. When the oil boiled and the pastry blanks were completely cooled, Yuan Zhou slid them slowly into the pan along the edge of the pan and started to fry them.
During the process, he flipped the pastry blanks lightly with a spoon. At that time, there was no greasy smell in the hall again.
The Fried Rice Cakes that gradually turned golden yellow were finally formed. Yuan Zhou directly scooped them up. During the process, his hands shook rapidly. When they reached the square plate painted with lotus leaf edges, there was no excess grease on them anymore. Only the golden and delicious Fried Rice Cakes were left, emitting an alluring fragrance.
His fingers twitched …
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