"Please don't disappoint me. But I heard Boss Yuan never disappoints in his culinary skills," Huang Fei thought as he thought of the highest evaluation of Yuan Zhou's culinary skills that he had heard in the past three years.
Of course, Huang Fei also tasted this bowl of soybean milk according to the highest requirement.
Huang Fei felt a faint coolness when he barely touched the tip of the soybean milk. Although the temperature in the restaurant was suitable, as an adult man in the prime of his life, he was still very afraid of heat.
After all, he had been standing in line for so long and was sweating a little. However, the faint coolness lingering at the tip of his nose made Huang Fei feel a trace of coolness.
Because it was iced soybean milk, the taste of the soybean milk was very faint even when it was in front of him. It was not even as fragrant as the steaming hot fried dough sticks at the side.
However, Huang Fei didn't care about that and directly put it into his mouth. Instantly, the coolness spread from his mouth to his throat as if he had drunk a bowl of sour plum soup on a hot day.
Only when it reached his throat did the soybean milk become warm. At the same time, an extremely rich bean aroma instantly exploded from his throat to his whole mouth.
"Oh." Huang Fei couldn't help but close his mouth. The aroma rushed into his nose. Together with the mellow, fragrant, smooth, and cold taste, several tastes appeared in his mind at the same time, making him sigh lightly.
"Delicious," Huang Fei involuntarily swallowed the soybean milk and said.
Then, Huang Fei didn't have time to carefully taste it. He just wanted to taste the soybean milk again, so he couldn't wait to gulp it down again.
This time, Huang Fei tasted the soybean milk even more slowly. This time, he tasted more flavors. Once the soybean milk entered his mouth, it was cool at first, followed by a thick and smooth texture. Then, the faint bean aroma slowly rose in his mouth. When it reached his throat, the temperature there was higher, making the soybean milk warm. The aroma of the bean along with the natural and fresh taste began to explode from there.
Huang Fei habitually closed his mouth to let the aroma stay in his mouth. However, the aroma rushed into his nose through his seven apertures and made him have a more intuitive feeling about this aroma.
"The aroma is thick and smooth, but because of the ice, it doesn't leak out until it reaches the throat. How amazing," Huang Fei's comment attracted Wang Qiang at the side.
"Oh? It tastes so good even when it's cold? "Wang Qiang sipped a mouthful of the soybean milk at a suitable temperature and asked curiously.
"It's delicious. No wonder I've listened to you for three years," Huang Fei praised generously.
In the past three years, Yuan Zhou had always been Huang Fei's "child". Under such circumstances, he still managed to conquer Huang Fei's taste buds.
"Of course. You should also try this hot soybean milk. The taste is so good that it goes straight to the heart." Wang Qiang quickly promoted.
"I'll drink the hot one after I finish the cold one," Huang Fei said.
"What about the fried dough sticks? Are we not going to dip them in the soybean milk?" After all, Wang Qiang was a little older. He pointed at the golden fried dough sticks and asked.
"Wait for me to take one more sip, one last sip." Wang Qiang looked at the golden youtiao and the iced soybean milk he had just drunk. He struggled for a while, but finally, the idea of eating in more ways prevailed, so he nodded.
"I'm going to dip the fried dough sticks." Wang Qiang restrained himself and sipped a mouthful of the soybean milk again. Then, he directly reached out his hand and picked up the fried dough sticks.
The breakfast of Yuan Zhou's soybean milk and fried dough sticks this time was a set meal. A bowl of soybean milk and two fried dough sticks. Yes, there were two fried dough sticks, which were as big as the ones sold outside in his childhood.
The length of chopsticks was 7 cm and the width was also the same kind that could be divided into two from the middle. Holding the golden fried dough sticks in his hand, it was crispy and crispy. With a slight pinch, one could even hear the "Ca Ca" sound.
"Ka Ca", Wang Qiang straightforwardly broke the fried dough stick into two sections. The crispy fried dough stick instantly broke apart, revealing the fluffy inside.
The inside of the fried dough stick was hollow. The white dough was fried until there were honeycomb holes. Moreover, a whiff of the fragrance of wheat and flour mixed with the fragrance of the oil rushed straight into Wang Qiang's nose from the broken part.
"Wow, it's so fragrant. It smells just like when I ate it when I was young." Wang Qiang opened his eyes wide in surprise and directly took a bite.
"Ca." The outer layer directly broke apart after emitting a crispy sound. Next, the extremely soft honeycomb shaped white dough was revealed.
As the outer layer was directly exposed to the hot oil, it tasted very fragrant and even had a kind of scorching smell. However, the inner layer didn't have that. When one tasted it, it had a natural wheat fragrance. The mixture of the two tastes was extremely wonderful.
"Delicious. It's both soft and crispy. It's even more delicious than the fried dough sticks I remember when I was young." Wang Qiang finished half of the fried dough stick in a short while.
Just as he was about to wipe his hands with a handkerchief out of habit, Wang Qiang suddenly paused.
Wang Qiang had been holding a knife all year round. The joints of his fingers were thick and there were many wounds and calluses on his palms. Generally speaking, his hands weren't good-looking. However, they were still the hands of a chef.
But now, Wang Qiang was staring at his own hands in a daze.
"Chef Wang, what's wrong?" Huang Fei, who had just tasted the last mouthful of the iced soybean milk, noticed Wang Qiang's abnormality and asked with concern.
"I know you are very proud and confident in your culinary skills, right?" Wang Qiang didn't answer him immediately. Instead, he changed the topic and asked.
"Of course," Huang Fei said proudly.
But when his proud gaze landed on the soybean milk and fried dough sticks in front of him, he couldn't help but add, "But that doesn't include in front of Head Chef Yuan."
"I just want to ask you, can you eat the fried dough sticks without getting any oil on your hands?" Wang Qiang ignored his last sentence and asked straightforwardly.
"What?" Huang Fei asked subconsciously.
"Look, there's nothing on my hands," Wang Qiang reached out the hand that was holding the fried dough sticks and said.
"That's impossible," Huang Fei shook his head reflexively. From the perspective of common sense and logic, this was unscientific.
"Try it yourself and you will know." Wang Qiang didn't force an explanation. Even if someone else told him that, he wouldn't believe it unless he saw it with his own eyes.
"If it's true, then it's too miraculous," Huang Fei knitted his brows tightly. He could tell that Wang Qiang was serious.
"It's indeed miraculous," Wang Qiang nodded his head.
"No, you don't understand what I mean. Maybe you don't know, Head Chef Wang. But I have heard of top-notch chefs who can cook fried rice without getting any oil on their hands. But isn't that just a legend?" Huang Fei stared at the golden fried dough sticks on the table and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.
Don't misunderstand. Huang Fei wasn't greedy. He was just shocked. Well, he was a little greedy when he smelled the fragrance. But that wasn't important.
"What legend? I don't even know about this legend, "Wang Qiang couldn't help sighing. For the first time, he felt that he was a little behind in asking questions.
"I heard it from my father," Huang Fei continued. "He said that a few hundred years ago, a rich man hired a legendary royal chef to cook breakfast for him at a sky-high price. In the breakfast, there was a dessert called Qiao Guo that didn't get any oil on your hands. It was said to be very delicious."
"So your family has records of this?" Wang Qiang asked curiously.
"Of course not. I told you it's just a legend. I don't even dare to think about it. It's really unimaginable," Huang Fei shook his head and said while gasping for breath.
"It's useless to say more. You can pick it up and try it," Wang Qiang said.
"Um, I will," Huang Fei took out his handkerchief and wiped his hands three times solemnly before he picked up the Youtiao.
Actually, it could be seen from this point that food critics and chefs were different from ordinary customers when they ate the delicacies cooked by Yuan Zhou.
Ordinary customers would think, "It's terrible", "It's delicious", "It's so delicious" and "This is the taste of Boss Yuan."
They wouldn't think, "How is this possible?" or "What kind of powerful techniques or tricks were used in this dish?"
Of course, they all ate the food with one mouth. There was no difference between the two ways of eating. It could only be said that the food cooked by Yuan Zhou could be endured and was straightforwardly delicious.
"It's so crispy. I'm afraid I will break it into pieces," Huang Fei couldn't help saying.
"No, you will understand after you eat it," Wang Qiang shook his head.
"I'm going to try it now," Huang Fei raised the level of Yuan Zhou's culinary skills again in his heart and then broke open the Youtiao.
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