During the waiting process, Deng Xueli actively dealt with the documents. In fact, if it wasn't for the frequent reminders from her stomach, Deng Xueli would have forgotten that she hadn't eaten yet.
After another bout of stomach pain, it was finally the turn of the last batch of customers to enter the restaurant.
"Please come in and have your meal," Zhou Jia came out and said personally.
At this time, Deng Xueli whose stomach was already in pain also put away her handheld computer. Hearing that, she straightened her back and entered the restaurant.
The restaurant that was just empty was once again filled with customers.
"The menu is behind you and on the table. You can only order what's on the menu. If you don't know, you can ask me," Cheng Ying said.
After working at Yuan Zhou's restaurant for so long, she had long been familiar with the dishes on Yuan Zhou's menu.
The other customers began to flip through the menu. Zhou Jia, who had just entered the restaurant, also began to order.
Deng Xueli looked at the menu of Qian Cuisine. After a careful look, she heaved a sigh of relief in her heart, "The reputation is well-deserved. Even such ordinary Qian Cuisine is available. As expected, this Boss Yuan really knows how to cook the entire Qian Cuisine, regardless of the main or side dishes."
That's right. Deng Xueli found what she wanted to eat on the menu.
"Let's order," Deng Xueli said.
"Okay, please wait a moment," Cheng Ying replied. She walked over quickly.
"I want this, the Steamed Cured Meat and a bowl of plain white rice from the 100 Styles of Rice Cuisine," Deng Xueli pointed at the two dishes on the menu and said.
"Okay, please pay the bill first," Cheng Ying replied and then said.
"I know the rules. I have already paid," Deng Xueli nodded and took out her phone. The price of the dishes she had just ordered was displayed on the screen.
Moreover, the price included the Welcoming Set Meal.
Obviously, although it was her first time to eat in the restaurant, Deng Xueli still knew the rules. Or, it could be said that she had seriously looked at the rules on the wall after entering the restaurant.
"Okay, please wait a moment," Cheng Ying confirmed the price and smiled before leaving.
Deng Xueli nodded and then subconsciously wanted to take out her handheld computer. However, when she saw the Welcoming Set Meal, she stopped her hand movement and took a sip of water.
His empty stomach was slightly comforted, and he no longer continued to make a strong sense of existence.
"Teacher's father, a new order." On the other side, Cheng Ying walked to the partition and shouted.
"Just say it." Yuan Zhou put down the dish and said.
While speaking, Yuan Zhou didn't even turn his head back and directly returned to the kitchen to continue cooking. Even if it was the last batch of customers, he couldn't be careless.
"Ok, Teacher's father." Cheng Ying nodded her head and then reported the dishes.
Yuan Zhou nodded indiscernibly and continued to move his hands.
Although Yuan Zhou was well aware of the salty and sweet tastes of every customer, he could only know that after he saw them.
After listening to the menu, Yuan Zhou turned his head to look at Deng Xueli, who was sitting there, and then went back to cooking.
No matter how difficult or complicated the dishes were, they were nothing in the hands of Yuan Zhou, let alone the two home-cooked dishes ordered by Deng Xueli. In just six or seven minutes, Cheng Ying carried the tray to them again.
On the tray, there was a Steamed Bacon, a bowl of white rice and a white enamel cup. Deng Xueli ordered three simple dishes.
"Here are your dishes. Please enjoy." Cheng Ying carried the dishes to them one by one and then said.
"Thank you." Deng Xueli nodded her head to express her gratitude and then turned her attention to the dishes that had just been carried to them.
The first dish that Deng Xueli saw was the white enamel cup, which contained a bowl of soup that looked like egg soup.
"This cup is really interesting." Deng Xueli rubbed the handle of the cup and couldn't help saying softly.
Suppressing the chaotic thoughts in her mind, Deng Xueli took up the cup and drank a mouthful directly.
There was a total of half a cup of egg soup in the white enamel cup. The mouth of the cup wasn't small. When she took it up, the first thing that rushed into her nose was the smell of eggs with a little bit of steam.
She tilted the cup slightly and the soup slid into her mouth. The smoothness had the unique fragrance of eggs and the thickness of eggs. It directly went down her throat and into her stomach.
The warm egg soup immediately eased the pain in her stomach.
"The taste, it's like …" After swallowing the egg soup in her mouth, Deng Xueli couldn't help saying.
Deng Xueli didn't continue drinking. Instead, she put down the cup and looked at the "egg soup" carefully.
Actually, this wasn't egg soup. It was just white sugar mixed with boiled water. The boiling water directly broke the raw eggs, turning them into half-cooked egg puddings.
This was a relatively special way of eating in Qian Province in the past. Nowadays, eggs mixed with boiled water were both rare and common.
To be clear, eggs weren't expensive and could be eaten casually. People wouldn't treat eggs mixed with boiled water as a dish. However, Deng Xueli still liked to order this soup in restaurants that specialized in Qian cuisine. Moreover, she requested that it be mixed with the raw eggs.
Every time she ate it, it wasn't the taste in her memory. However, this bowl made her feel that it was the taste of her childhood.
As a senior manager of a chain beauty salon, Deng Xueli could tell her many functions of eggs.
She even knew that eggs mixed with boiled water could clear body heat, stop coughing, replenish protein, and protect eyesight. However, she didn't eat it for health care. Instead, she ate it out of an inexplicable obsession.
"Gulp." Deng Xueli drank another mouthful of egg soup. She didn't even pay attention to the appetizing dishes beside her.
The more Deng Xueli drank, the slower she became. Fortunately, the temperature in Yuanzhou shop was like spring all year round. Even the dishes on the table wouldn't get cold so quickly. Otherwise, the dishes would have been cold long ago.
When Deng Xueli only had a mouthful of egg soup left, she finally couldn't help but ask, "Boss Yuan, how can you make eggs in such an authentic way?"
Yes. In Deng Xueli's eyes, this was the Qian cuisine's egg soup.
Deng Xueli wasn't beautiful. She looked ordinary, but her eyes were full of spirit and she was very confident. Therefore, it was hard for others to ignore her words.
As soon as she opened her mouth, both Zhou Jia and Cheng Ying looked at her subconsciously.
Only Yuan Zhou finished stir-frying the dish in his hand unhurriedly and then carried it to the partition according to his own steps, waiting for the customers to take it away.
At that time, Deng Xueli, who had just asked the question and realized that she had been rude, also came to herself. She said hurriedly, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Yuan Zhou said lightly.
"You mean the eggs in boiling water?" Yuan Zhou asked.
"Why do you make it so authentic? This is the taste of my childhood. Other restaurants can't make it like this," Deng Xueli said.
"It's very simple. Because the eggs you ate when you were a child had a fishy smell. Other restaurants use raw eggs to remove the fishy smell. The fishy smell is actually not a good taste. However, without the fishy smell, it's not the delicacy you want," Yuan Zhou said.
"You don't use raw eggs?" Although Deng Xueli didn't care about that, she still asked curiously.
"No, I also use raw eggs. But I keep the original taste of the egg, which is the fishy smell you ate," Yuan Zhou said.
"So that's how it is?" Deng Xueli murmured and then asked again, "Boss Yuan, didn't you say that the fishy smell is not a good taste? Why do you still keep it?"
Deng Xueli's question also aroused the curiosity of others around her. They weren't stupid. They knew that this kind of special egg needed to be cultivated and spent a lot of effort.
It wasn't Yuan Zhou's style to spend time cultivating something that wasn't good.
"Different places have different tastes. There are advantages and disadvantages. But this is the local delicacy. Moreover, the delicacy that can satisfy the customers is the real delicacy," Yuan Zhou answered.
Looking at Deng Xueli's nostalgic and enlightened expression, Yuan Zhou suddenly thought of something.
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