The History of the Ming Palace: Good Food and Tastes recorded that the Ming Shenzong's favorite chicken breast with bamboo shoots was a little different from the popular chicken with golden thread bamboo shoots.
Anything that could enter the emperor's mouth had to be perfect and exquisite. Just the chicken breast alone had to be processed with all kinds of top-notch ingredients before it could be chopped.
At least when Yuan Zhou was familiar with this dish, he was shocked by the series of information provided by the system. Originally, Yuan Zhou thought that the ancient people's descriptions of bird's nest gargling and abalone clearing the mouth were just parroted by the later generations.
As a man who had been baptized by the system, he had seen great scenes. Pigs eating watermelons, cows listening to music, strawberries that needed to be pollinated and massaged, and so on. Nothing could surprise him anymore.
However, the processing method of the chicken breast was really an eye-opener for him. It was not surprising that there were dozens of processes. It was not the first time that Yuan Zhou had seen dishes that had more processing methods than this.
However, the chicken breast had to be washed with snow water first and then washed with the snow water accumulated from the pine needles on the treetops of the unfrequented pine trees. Then, it was slightly soaked with the dew collected from the bamboo leaves of Xiang Fei in the wee hours and then soaked with the soup made from more than ten kinds of precious Chinese medicine. After that, it was left to rest for about ten minutes before the next step.
He felt that it was much more troublesome than Xue Baochai's Lengxiang Pill in the Dream of the Red Chamber. Anyway, Yuan Zhou felt that the emperor was really corrupt.
Therefore, when it was served to Zhan Changfa and the others, their emotions were so obvious. The aroma was refreshing and captivating. The chicken with golden thread bamboo shoots was also researched according to the ancient books, but the one made by Yuan Zhou was especially different. It was not as simple as the difference in culinary skills.
At least, the dish cooked by Yuan Zhou could make many diners feel like they were eating imperial cuisine.
"The chicken almost melts in the mouth. It's fresh and smooth, but there is a little bit of coolness inside. The fragrance is light and meaningful. With the addition of the crispy and tender shredded bamboo shoots, it's really the ultimate taste experience." Zhan Changfa swallowed the last mouthful of the dish and couldn't help but praise.
Just now, they didn't speak because they were busy snatching food. Now, they didn't care who ordered the dishes. Anyway, as long as they could snatch as many dishes as they could, it would be their own ability. Every time a dish was served, everyone wanted to eat more. As they ate, it became like this.
There was no other way. It was impossible to separate them clearly. Everyone wanted to eat, so it was best to mix them together.
"Every dish cooked by my master is delicious. Just when I felt that I had already achieved the highest level of skill, the next dish still exceeded my expectations. If I don't work hard, I will never be able to achieve 50%." Wu Kun said with a solemn expression.
Although he was the leader of the middle-aged generation of Fujian Cuisine, he used to think that he was still a great figure. But ever since Yuan Zhou came out of nowhere, he felt that although he was not as good as the top, he was still better than the bottom. At least he had achieved something.
It was not until he truly witnessed Yuan Zhou's ability in Fujian Cuisine that he realized that he was not aware of himself enough. He wasn't too far behind Yuan Zhou. It was just the difference between a better apprentice and a great master.
Wu Kun completely let go of the sense of superiority in his heart this time. He planned inwardly that he would stay in Chengdu more often after he succeeded in becoming Yuan Zhou's disciple. That way, he could meet Yuan Zhou often to learn not only his culinary skills but also his way of dealing with things.
The masters who had been famous for a long time all had some arrogance and self-confidence. Even if they had known Yuan Zhou's greatness for a long time, they wouldn't think too much even if they were far from Yuan Zhou's level. However, the reality was always unexpected.
Not only Wu Kun, but Xiang Yang and Zhan Changfa also had the same thought.
Actively becoming a disciple of Yuan Zhou was a plan for the development of their cuisine. As the president and the well-deserved number one person in Fujian Cuisine, he naturally had the breadth of mind and vision to say and do this matter.
Zhan Changfa's talent and hard work were indispensable for him to sit on the top seat at such a young age. Now, in front of Yuan Zhou's dishes, he couldn't help but realize that his culinary skills were not as good as Yuan Zhou's. In terms of Fujian Cuisine, he was not as good as Yuan Zhou. And according to his understanding of Yuan Zhou, this gap would only get bigger as time passed.
This made him feel gratified, but also somewhat indescribable, like a hero past his prime. For a moment, Zhan Changfa had mixed feelings. He felt that he had to eat another two dishes to comfort his wounded heart.
The next few dishes didn't disappoint the three people's expectations. Every dish was really finished as soon as it was served. The cleanliness was comparable to that of most of the customers in the restaurant. Once again, it contributed to the fact that there was no need to wash dishes in the restaurant.
When all the dishes were finished, the three people looked at each other. None of them mentioned anything about leaving.
As the leader of this matter, Zhan Changfa thought for a while and decided to speak first, "Are you guys full? I plan to order one more dish privately. It's not easy for us to come here, so we have to eat our fill. Otherwise, it would be disrespectful to Head Chef Yuan."
He didn't know how Disrespect and Can't Eat's Fill had formed such a friendship.
"Yes, yes, yes. The president is right. We have to eat our fill after coming here. Let me order another dish as well," Wu Kun and Xiang Yang said at the same time.
As for the matter of saving the dowry for their daughter, they could put it aside for now. If they didn't eat their fill, where would they get the energy to save the dowry?
Besides, they hadn't even discussed this matter with their wives yet. Of course, the desire for good food was more important now.
Therefore, the three people immediately called Su Ruoyan over and stopped eating after each of them ordered a dish. They were already quite restrained. Of course, if their stomachs didn't have any objections, they could even order two dishes.
When the three people walked out of the restaurant with their stomachs in their hands, it was already dark outside. Recently, it had been rainy in Chengdu. Tonight, it didn't rain. The sky was dark, and even the night felt darker than usual. They didn't know if it was going to rain or not.
This wasn't very important to Zhan Changfa and the other two who had eaten and drunk to their heart's content. While walking, they were talking about the taste of the dishes they had eaten today. The chef said that the taste was different from that of ordinary people. He could taste the ingredients according to the memory of his taste buds. This was very suitable for other places, but not for Yuan Zhou.
Mainly, even the simplest method of cooking was different from what others did when Yuan Zhou cooked. Although the three people were talking excitedly, they actually didn't have much to say.
Even those who had seen Yuan Zhou cook with their own eyes might not be able to see everything clearly, not to mention that Zhan Changfa and the other two people hadn't seen it yet.
After walking out of the restaurant, the three people didn't leave immediately. Instead, they waited until the opening hours were over. When Yuan Zhou came out to see the guests off, they introduced themselves, as well as the purpose of their visit, and asked if they had time to talk about the in-name disciples of Fujian Cuisine.
Previously, the in-name disciples of Shanghai Cuisine had been waiting in Chengdu for more than a week. Although no one was in a hurry, Yuan Zhou still felt that he shouldn't waste too much of everyone's time. He was still wondering when Fujian Cuisine would arrive. He didn't expect it to arrive on the first night. It was really fast.
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