"Hum …" The short and fat man had intended to say something, but as soon as the mussels entered his mouth, the delicious taste directly stimulated the tip of his tongue. The wonderful taste rushed straight into his brain and occupied all his thoughts instantly.
"Delicious." The short and fat man's mind was filled with only these two words. Fortunately, the remaining reason supported him to not reveal an expression of enjoyment, but to restore the seriousness of a chef.
"The mussels are soft and tender. Once chewed, the delicious and juicy mussels fill the mouth with a tropical fruity taste, which perfectly blends with the fishy saltiness of the sea." The short and fat man savored the taste carefully with intoxication.
"The fruity aroma is like that of mango and pineapple, and the sweet and greasy taste brought by the strong oak wraps around the tip of the tongue. Combined with the delicious mussels, it's simply the supreme enjoyment of the taste." The short and fat man still couldn't help narrowing his eyes and showing a pleasant expression.
Delicacies originally had the magic to make people forget about each other. Therefore, the premise of happiness was to have a full stomach and satisfy the taste buds.
"Hey, how is it?" Ding Nan's voice destroyed the happy expression of the short and fat man.
The short and fat man was stupefied at first. Then he opened his eyes and looked sideways at his new employer.
"How can I be picky when it's so perfect? Fortunately, I had the foresight not to challenge you." The short and fat man felt helpless inwardly, but he didn't show any expression on his face.
"I'm asking you how it is. Is there any room for nitpicking? "Ding Nan gnashed his teeth and asked again.
"Mr. Ding, why don't you taste it first and then we can talk about it?" The short and fat man was quite cunning. When he saw that Ding Nan hadn't even taken a bite of the dish, his eyes lit up and he immediately said.
"Humph, do you think I don't know he cooks well? If I can taste it, why would I need you? "Ding Nan said fiercely.
Ding Nan lived in Chengdu. How could he not know Yuan Zhou's craftsmanship? Even if he hadn't tasted it, he had heard too much about it, such as the future hope of Huaxia chefs or the role model of the younger generation.
For example, Jiang Changxi, whom he liked, and those people in the same class as him all praised it after tasting it.
To be able to conquer the tongues of so many people who were used to eating delicacies, Yuan Zhou's cooking was definitely not something that Ding Nan could taste.
Therefore, in order to have the confidence to pick a fight later, he naturally couldn't eat it. He only ordered this so that he could sit here openly.
If he ate it, he would be conquered by the delicacies, and there would be no need to find fault with him. That was why he placed his hope on the new chef in front of him.
Anyway, if he didn't eat it, he would be blacklisted. After finding fault with them, Ding Nan didn't plan to come again.
However, it seemed that he had failed. After all, the expression that this person revealed just now was not something that could be described with just the word 'delicious'.
"Don't say that. No one is perfect. Wait for me to taste it again and look for it again. I'm sure I can find it." The short and fat man still remembered that the person in front of him was his employer, so he comforted him.
"Okay, eat quickly. You must find a flaw today," Ding Nan said.
"Okay, I will try my best." The short and fat man nodded and continued to eat the mussels in front of him.
Of course, when he turned back to his side, he couldn't help looking at the untouched dish in front of Ding Nan.
He tried hard not to say that he would help Ding Nan eat the mussels together. After all, the temptation of delicacies was still very great, not to mention the dishes cooked by Yuan Zhou. The temptation was even greater.
With a regretful look in his eyes, the short and fat man still resisted the impulse and temptation to eat the mussels in front of him.
He didn't know how Yuan Zhou did it. The mussels were warm and juicy but not hot. In his mouth, even the temperature was slightly cold like that of French dishes, which was just right.
"Ba Ji Ba Ji." The short and fat man chewed vigorously. This time, he even used a spoon to scoop up all the gravy at the bottom and ate it with the mussels.
"Ka Ca Ka Ca". It was the taste of the red onions that the short and fat man chewed on. The red onions originally had a special fragrance. After absorbing the fragrance of the butter and the freshness of the mussels, they tasted soft and tender with a crispy texture, which was quite delicious.
"Oh, there's also a special fragrance in it, the same one found in mussels." The short and fat man narrowed his eyes and ate carefully.
"The taste is like sunshine, with a slight taste of wine. This is the white wine from the mussels." The short and fat man continued, "I didn't expect the white grapes to have such a charming taste after cooking. It's really not bad."
"It's like the Chardonnay white wine I drink in Australia. What a wonderful taste," the short and fat man sighed with emotion.
But right at this moment, the short and fat man suddenly jolted. The taste was like the Chardonnay from Australia? But this was the mussels made from French Style White Wine. It didn't seem right to use this white wine.
"Shua", the short and fat man opened his eyes instantly, startling Ding Nan who was staring at him.
"What's wrong?" Ding Nan asked.
"I know!" the short and fat man said excitedly.
"Know what?" Ding Nan didn't react for a moment and asked subconsciously.
"I know the loophole of Head Chef Yuan's dish," the short and fat man stared at Yuan Zhou and said word by word.
"Oh? Really? What is it? "Ding Nan also became excited.
"This is a very big loophole. Haha. I didn't expect Head Chef Yuan, who is known for his strictness, would make such a mistake. What a pity," the short and fat man said excitedly.
"What a pity. No matter how delicious this French Style White Wine Mussels is, it can't save this mistake. No, it's precisely because it's so delicious that it can't save this mistake," the short and fat man said repeatedly.
"Good. Let's watch your performance." After saying that, Ding Nan stretched his neck and shouted, "Boss Yuan, your dish is wrong. You made a fatal mistake with this dish."
"This guy is really noisy," everyone who heard Ding Nan's voice had the same thought.
The next moment, everyone was waiting for him to be dragged away. But unexpectedly, neither Jiang Changxi nor Wuhai did anything.
Although Yuan Zhou didn't need to explain anything, he still wanted to slap him in the face. Therefore, he naturally had to satisfy his wish. He could only leave after his face was slapped swollen by Yuan Zhou.
That's right. As a senior customer of Yuanzhou Shop, he was very confident in Yuan Zhou's culinary skills.
As expected, Yuan Zhou, who had always been very serious about his culinary skills, also put down the dish he had just made and walked over.
However, before the confident short and fat man and the excited Ding Nan could say anything, Yuan Zhou spoke.
"You want to ask why the French Style White Wine is used for the French Style White Wine, right?" Yuan Zhou's flat voice came out through the mask.
"Err, yes. That's not right. The wine should be produced in Chateau Saint-Emilion," the short and fat man was a little flustered by the rebuke, but he still said solemnly.
"Let's not talk about the history of the white wine in France first. You are an Australian Chinese. The dishes are ordered by you and you want to eat them. This is to satisfy your taste, or to say, the taste of all the customers here," Yuan Zhou said lightly.
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