Accompanied by the sound of Wuhai drooling, the vegetarian banquet proceeded in an orderly manner. As for why Wuhai didn't like eating grass and was drooling, it was probably because he was hungry.
The banquet had its own rules. The order of the dishes was fixed, but the dishes were a little different.
The first three dishes were the same as when he invited Yin Ya and Wuhai. Cold Chicken Oil Mushroom, Mixed Vegetable Juice, and Special Dumplings.
"No matter what dish it is, plate presentation can be called art," Zhou Shijie said before raising his chopsticks.
"It's on par with Boss Chu's plate presentation."
"Indeed, this special dumpling is a black flat plate like the starry sky. It's very similar to Boss Chu's Starry Nocturne."
Chu Xiao's two friends also praised Chu Xiao. As for the title of Boss Chu, it was his own request.
"No." Chu Xiao shook his head seriously and said, "This flat plate is better than mine. The two purple dumplings are not placed randomly either. They are placed in the most appropriate position, moving them by one centimeter."
Is he that fussy? Even the plate presentation is accurate to one centimeter?
His friends all looked at him. The truth told them that he was right. It was so precise, because the positions of the purple dumplings were as if they were carved out of a mold.
This is really … Chu Xiao's friends didn't know what to say.
"Yuan Zhou's superb culinary skills are never based on luck, but the ultimate excellence." Chu Xiao said, "Regardless of knife skills, fire control, or plate presentation, he is better than me. This is Yuan Zhou!"
There was a strong fighting spirit in Chu Xiao's eyes. At the same time, his friends were all stupefied. On one hand, they were surprised that Yuan Zhou was so good at improving himself. On the other hand, it was the first time that they had heard Chu Xiao being so convinced by a person.
"The chicken oil mushroom is not stir-fried with the meat, but taken out separately?" Chu Xiao frowned.
As someone who was proficient in French cuisine, Chu Xiao was very familiar with the chicken oil fungus. In French cuisine, the cream and vanilla chicken oil fungus was very famous. In Germany, there was also the dark cuisine of black beer vinegar fungus.
Fresh chicken oil mushrooms had the fragrance of apricots. This special smell was both a benefit and a drawback. It needed supplementary food to suppress the taste, so France used vanilla, while Germany used black beer and white wine.
In China, chicken oil mushrooms were mostly used to make soup or stir-fry meat. This was what Chu Xiao was curious about. Chicken oil mushrooms were the main ingredient, and there were no supplementary ingredients to suppress the taste. Ordinary people might not be able to tell, but he and Zhou Shijie had very sensitive taste buds.
Moreover, Yuan Zhou shouldn't have made such an obvious mistake.
Chu Xiao and Zhou Shijie aimed their chopsticks at the Chicken Oil Mushroom at the same time.
One bite was enough to tell whether it was delicious or not.
"Oh," Chu Xiao swallowed it in one gulp. The cool juice rushed down his throat, and his eyes widened. There was a hint of fragrance in the sourness, which not only preserved the fragrance of the apricot, but also didn't cover the freshness of the fungus.
"Vinegar? Or lemon? "Chu Xiao started to analyze after eating, but he soon found that neither of them satisfied the current taste.
The fourth dish was Monkey Chop with Secret Sauce, also known as Hericium Head Mushroom. Compared with the last time, Yuan Zhou had changed the sauce this time.
Zhou Shijie and Chu Xiao ate slowly, because there were too many things in Yuan Zhou's vegetarian dishes that could be studied carefully.
Not to mention the sourness of the chicken oil mushroom, the unique sauce of the Monkey Chop and the way the dumplings were kneaded, and so on.
However, one of the people at their table broke the unhurried pace.
Zhou Shijie felt as if he was looking at Wu Hai when he saw his agile figure and how fast and ruthless the chopsticks moved.
"That's too much. Didn't you say that good food doesn't matter? What's wrong with you now?! "Zhou Shijie said.
When they entered the restaurant, Yu Daoyi's expression was the most indifferent. Now he was the fastest, most accurate, and most ruthless in snatching food.
Originally, Zhou Shijie had planned for Yu Daoyi to be dismissive at first, then eat the "delicious" food, and then be conquered.
However, Yu Daoyi directly skipped the middle step and turned into Wu Hai.
"You ate the dumplings the most just now and snatched one from me. Now you want to snatch my vegetarian biscuits?" Zhou Shijie was angry.
Yu Daoyi turned a deaf ear to Fosterbread.
Yu Daoyi continued to pick food with his chopsticks.
Yu Daoyi swallowed the dish after blowing the Q.
Yu Daoyi aimed at the baked double jelly.
Although Chu Xiao was expressionless, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. If he tasted it again, it would be gone. Therefore, he imitated the way Wu Hai snatched food from him in his memory.
Enter the fighting state!
In the distance, Wu Hai was munching on the bread while observing with a solemn expression.
Zhou Xi asked immediately, "What's wrong with Eaves Wu?"
"I found a master," Wu Hai said, "He's not simple."
"Are you talking about Chu Xiao?" Zhou Xi asked.
"No, not Chu Xiao. It's the guy in the Taoist robe."
Wu Hai moved his fingers and continued, "Judging from Chu Xiao's gesture of picking up the chopsticks with his poker face, he's obviously imitating my technique of snatching food."
"You can even see that?"
Zhou Xi was shocked. Did he need to imitate to snatch food?
"Of course. My technique of snatching food blends with the way I hold the paintbrush. I tend to hold the paintbrush like Rembrandt, but there's a practical difference. I mainly focus on the ring finger."
"In the movement of chopsticks, I borrowed the way of the ancient Greek statues to attack the dog. In this way, I can attack many dishes and defend my own rice bowl. I named it the Wu style of snatching food."
Speaking of this, Wu Hai was quite proud.
After a pause, Wu Hai continued, "Whether Chu Xiao is holding chopsticks or snatching food with chopsticks, he's obviously the same as me. Old Master Qi Baishi has a saying, 'Those who learn from me will live while those who imitate me will die.' But with my Wu style of snatching food, those who imitate me will also die. So Chu Xiao is nothing to worry about. "
"The guy in the Taoist robe has excellent hand speed and handles the details very well. He's like playing the zither and plucking the harp. I can tell that he not only knows how to play the zither but also plucking the harp. He's a formidable opponent. We can't let him stay for long." It was the first time that Wu Hai looked so serious.
Wu Hai felt that his position as the overlord of Yuanzhou Shop was in jeopardy.
Zhou Xi had been eating and using chopsticks for more than 20 years. For the first time, he felt that he seemed to be using fake chopsticks.
Zhou Xi knew how Rembrandt held the paintbrush, but what was the method of drawing the dog in the statues? His head hurt and he became illiterate.
"No wonder it's called Eaves Wu. Even the most ordinary thing in life, eating, is like an art." Zhou Xi couldn't help sighing.
The fight in the restaurant directly shortened the one-hour meal time. Forty minutes later, all the food on the table was gone.
Zhou Shijie and his companions walked out angrily. Of course, Yu Daoyi was still calm and collected, as if he wasn't the one who snatched food just now.
"I've never expected you to be such a person!" Looking at the expressionless Yu Daoyi, Zhou Shijie got angry.
Chu Xiao was also very unhappy. He didn't even eat much of the food and was thinking that he would go back to China next month.
"What did I do?" Yu Daoyi blinked his eyes and said calmly.
"I …" Zhou Shijie was so angry that he trembled. He flicked his sleeves and left, leaving a sentence, "You all look so dull and dark."
Yu Daoyi accepted Zhou Shijie's comment with a smile and remained unmoved. At the same time, he thought that he should bring more Taoist children with him next time. If he got the prize, he wouldn't copy the Hundred Character Annotations on the Stele. But if he didn't get the prize, he might as well learn about the 1.8 million words Dao Fa Hui Yuan.
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