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Chapter 116

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The outside was crispy and the inside was tender and juicy, retaining the original delicious gravy of the pork. With a light bite, the ribs would neatly bid farewell to the bones without any reluctance, just like the dregs that would turn around and leave immediately.

However, with the addition of the sauce, the sour and spicy appetizer flavor blended in, and the slightly greasy ribs immediately became fresh and more delicious.

Li Cheng's taste was more sour and spicy. He felt that this Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs was simply growing on his taste buds. It really suited his taste very well. A little more and it would be too sour, and a little less and it wouldn't be spicy enough. It was really just right.

In order to drink all the delicious sauce into his stomach, Li Cheng hesitated for a second between directly picking up the plate and dipping the ribs into the sauce. In the end, he decisively chose to dip the ribs into the sauce, which was more elegant and dignified, in line with his identity.

After a series of punches, Li Cheng was completely convinced. Previously, he might still be a little unconvinced by Yuan Zhou. After several years of accumulation, the dishes were delicious, but there were really too many rules, which he didn't like very much. However, with his current cooking skills, Li Cheng felt that he could still do it.

Occasionally coming to line up for a meal could be regarded as a form of exercise. He felt that this could be done and wouldn't be a loss.

"In the future, I'd better stay here in Chengdu. As for the foreign affairs, I can let Ming Zi handle them. It just so happens that one of us can take turns to do it. No one will suffer a loss." Li Cheng unreservedly sold out his partner Ming Zi.

He reluctantly dipped the last bit of sauce into the last piece of ribs and stuffed it into his mouth. Only when he made sure that there was no more left did he give up. Even Li Cheng tried again and found that the ribs really couldn't be eaten completely. Only a small part was somewhat crispy and edible. Nevertheless, he still ate it into his stomach without any disgust.

Therefore, the ribs left by Li Cheng were all in different shapes. Some were missing a corner and some were missing half. In any case, none of them maintained a perfect shape.

After eating the crispy ribs, Li Cheng originally thought that there shouldn't be any ribs that could compete with the crispness of the ribs. Unexpectedly, the Golden Thread Dried Tofu at the end gave him a big surprise.

As a famous dish of Hakka cuisine, the Golden Thread Dried Tofu was quite famous. It had its own unique use of spicy seasonings, which clearly reflected the traditional food customs of the mountain village and the rich local flavor. It was a perfect combination of the two.

Li Cheng had never eaten such delicious dried tofu before. In the past, he liked white and tender tofu that melted in his mouth.

He didn't expect that the compressed dried tofu would have such a flavor. He felt that he should try more dishes made with dried tofu in the future.

After the meal, Li Cheng felt a sense of contentment. Even the place that seemed out of place when he had just returned to the country seemed to have become transparent. He felt warm all over and very comfortable.

After finishing his meal, Li Cheng rubbed his belly and told himself that there would be plenty of time in the future. Then, he sat in his seat for a minute to feel the atmosphere in the restaurant before he stood up and left.

Li Cheng's return did not cause any waves in The Kitchen God, but it caused quite an earthquake in the business circle of Chengdu, but this was another story.

Today was the first noon after the Fujian cuisine was released. Both Yuan Zhou and Su Ruoyan seemed to be very busy.

Yuan Zhou was busy making all kinds of Fujian cuisine, while Su Ruoyan was busy taking orders and recording the dishes that were ordered. Not every dish could be eaten at one time. Some of them needed a day or even a few days of preparation before they could be made into a dish.

This was also a very attractive part of Chinese cuisine. Many ingredients would become more and more different and exciting after being cooked for a long time.

Even if they were busy, there was a limit to their time. The two-hour lunch time soon came to an end. After sending off the last batch of customers, Yuan Zhou finally had a chance to take a breather.

"It seems that persisting in exercising is the right thing to do."

Yuan Zhou felt his body's condition. In the past, even he would feel tired after such a long period of high-intensity exercise. However, ever since he started researching scientific fitness with Wang Jike, he felt that his physical strength was getting better and better. As for whether it was true or not, he could ask Yin Ya to find out.

In order to be closer to the chef industry, Yuan Zhou and Wang Jike also made a lot of improvements to the exercise, which was not the same as ordinary exercise.

The business of Bold's gym had improved a lot, because Yuan Zhou taught this set of methods to Bold.

After obtaining Yuan Zhou's consent, Bold promoted it, and many famous chefs would come to his gym to exercise.

As Yuan Zhou's base camp, Chengdu was naturally the place where any news about him spread the fastest. No matter what, there were many people who followed and learned from others, and it was the same for exercise.

Besides, there were three disciples of Yuan Zhou, led by Cheng Zhao Mei. They would do whatever Yuan Zhou did according to their ability. They wanted to be closer to their master, and they also wanted to learn better from their master's cooking skills.

It was indeed a high-intensity work at noon today. Yuan Zhou planned to strike a balance between work and rest. In the afternoon, instead of practicing cooking, he planned to study two ancient books.

Fujian cuisine was really all-inclusive, and there were many outstanding dishes in it. Not to mention other dishes, even the medicinal cuisine and Nanputuo vegetarian dishes were worth studying.

Taking advantage of his identity, Yuan Zhou borrowed some ancient books about it, and he planned to study them in the afternoon.

Practicing cooking was like rowing a boat against the current. If one did not advance, one would fall behind. Even if the dishes on the menu had actually reached the advanced level, for Yuan Zhou, they still needed to be refined and polished carefully. He would not let go of any opportunity to improve himself.

Just when the lunch time of The Kitchen God was over, Zhan Changfa finally arrived at the boundary of Chengdu.

"Well, fortunately, I was well prepared, or I would have died of cold."

Zhan Changfa, who had changed into a thin down jacket on the plane, wrapped his clothes tightly again. A sudden gust of cold wind blew on his face, and he shivered.

It should be noted that people in good health in Fuzhou would not feel anything wrong even if they wore short sleeves. Even Zhan Changfa only wore a thin shirt and nothing else.

As for Wu Kun and Xiang Yang, who were not so well prepared, they almost hugged each other to keep warm. There was no way to rush them, so they just took two long-sleeved jackets from the branch store and ran to the association. Naturally, they did not have the chance to prepare anything.

Then, when the wind blew, it almost froze the two of them into Antarctic penguins.

"Creak, creak."

They felt their teeth chattering. Xiang Yang and Wu Kun wanted to hug each other to keep warm with their bodies. However, they were two men, and they were not handsome. If they hugged each other, it would affect the appearance of the city. For safety reasons, they gave up this tempting idea.

"Let's go to the store to buy some clothes after we enter the airport."

Zhan Changfa felt that he was the model of the best president, who took care of the physical and mental health of the members.

In fact, Zhan Changfa thought that if the two of them caught a cold, wouldn't he ask Yuan Zhou to wait for them to become his apprentices? What kind of nonsense was that?



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