Wang Hong was still muttering about the grilled chicken wings, but it didn't affect him from ordering the new pancakes and fried pork tenderloin.
This time, Yuan Zhou placed a flat and round pancake pan and a golden frying pan on the glazed countertop in front of everyone.
As it was business hours, the only thing everyone could smell after entering the restaurant was the smell of the air. To put it simply, they couldn't smell anything at all. The system was an air-purifying black technology that was delayed by delicious food.
Yuan Zhou's cooking speed was as fast as usual. Very soon, the pancakes and fried pork tenderloin ordered by Wang Hong were served.
The pancakes were square and smaller than the ones sold outside. They looked like the ones he had when he was young and could be eaten for breakfast.
The pancake was half exposed from the oiled paper. The golden fried egg skin was evenly wrapped around the pancake and the black sesame seeds were sprinkled on top, giving off the hot aroma of fried eggs.
The fried pork tenderloin at the side was a beautiful reddish-brown color with a layer of glossy oil on top and red chili powder sprinkled on top. It gave off a strong aroma of fried meat and chili powder.
"It smells good." Wang Hong said. Then, he compared the pancakes with the chicken wings in his heart and chose the grilled chicken wings without hesitation.
However, his hands weren't slow. He directly picked up the pancake from the oiled paper on the plate and took a bite.
"Hiss, it's a little hot." Wang Hong couldn't help hissing, but he closed his mouth the next moment.
As soon as he bit into the pancake, the complex and rich aroma of the pancake rushed into his mouth, making his eyes light up instantly.
Wang Hong only took a bite of the pancake and the sauce. He didn't eat the condiments inside because the bite was very small.
But it was this bite that instantly amazed Wang Hong's taste buds.
The rich aroma of fried eggs was not at all oily like the usual fried eggs. Combined with the layer of mung bean pancake, it had a refreshing aroma. The aroma of fried eggs, the aroma of mung bean pancake, the slight aroma of sesame oil, the faint sweet taste of the sauce, and a hint of spiciness were simply a feast for the taste buds.
"Oh." Wang Hong wanted to say that it was delicious, but he held back in the end and took another bite of the pancake.
This time, Wang Hong took a big bite.
It was the crisp sound of the thin grate inside the pancake being bitten into pieces.
Following this sound, there was a slight crunching sound on the outer layer of the youtiao. The soft and tender fried eggs were matched with the fragrant mung bean pancake, the crispy grill, and the warm and slightly pliable youtiao. Even Wang Hong couldn't help but praise this pancake.
"It's so delicious." Wang Hong's gloominess of not being able to eat the chicken wings was swept away. It was not bad to eat a pancake once in a while.
All that was left in Wang Hong's heart was the delicious pancake. He squinted his eyes and finished the entire pancake in a short while.
"Isn't this too little? It's just enough to cover the base." Wang Hong was dumbfounded as he looked at the clean oiled paper in his hand.
"Not even a sesame seed is left. It's too clean." Wang Hong looked at the oiled paper in his hand carefully and felt a little disgusted.
Soon, however, Wang Hong didn't have the mood to think about anything else. There were two new dishes tonight and there was another one waiting for him to taste at the side.
Thinking of that, Wang Hong immediately moved his gaze to the deep-fried pork tenderloin.
The deep-fried pork tenderloin was like the kebabs he used to eat when he was young. There were two pieces of meat on each kebab and each piece was about half the size of a girl's palm. The thickness was even and the texture of the meat could be clearly seen.
If one looked carefully, one could even see the slightly burnt yellow color on the surface and a layer of glossy grease and bright chili powder. Not to mention eating it, one could even feel the fragrance just by looking at it.
Without hesitation, Wang Hong took up a kebab and bit the meat with his mouth wide open. Then, he pulled with his right hand and swallowed the whole piece of pork tenderloin.
As a matter of fact, when Wang Hong bit the meat, he had subconsciously put his left hand in front of his chin to catch it. There was no other reason than that the meat was too tender.
As soon as he bit it, the gravy directly burst in his mouth. The rich meat fragrance and copious gravy made Wang Hong afraid that it would be wasted if the gravy dripped onto the ground. That was why he did that subconsciously.
"Ba Ji Ba Ji". When he chewed, the meat was simply unbelievably tender, yet it also carried the natural taste of the meat. It was unbelievably smooth and tender, yet it also carried the natural chewiness of the meat. With the addition of the spicy chili powder and the deep fried aroma, the two skewers of deep-fried pork tenderloin entered Wang Hong's stomach in just a little while.
"Isn't this too little? Two skewers aren't even enough for me to taste." Wang Hong smacked his lips and looked at Yuan Zhou who was spreading the pancake earnestly.
"Boss Yuan, can I only order one serving of each dish?" Wang Hong stood up quickly and trotted to the partition in front of Yuan Zhou.
"Um, yes." Yuan Zhou nodded his head.
"One serving is fine. I ordered the pancake without chopped green onions just now. Now, I'll order the pancake with chopped green onions." Wang Hong said, "Then, I want the fried pork tenderloin with chili powder. Now, I want the original taste without chili powder. Give me one serving."
As soon as he said that, the customers who had ordered the pancake and finished eating turned their gazes to him one after another.
They thought inwardly, "Is there such a thing?"
"If the pancake is chopped green onions and the original taste, you can order it according to the rules. But unfortunately, it's not." Yuan Zhou said primly, "If the fried pork tenderloin is spicy and the original taste, it's also fine. But it's still not."
That's right. Since the failure of the experiment of three types of breakfast last time, Yuan Zhou became more cunning. He would think carefully every time he spoke.
Previously, he asked "Do you add chopped green onions" and "Do you add chili powder". There was nothing wrong with that. They were two different tastes.
Wang Hong was disheartened. He sighed and left, "Alas, the fried pork tenderloin and the Fruit Pancake are indeed not as delicious as the roasted chicken wings. I can't feel full at all."
When the customers at the side heard that, they couldn't help but sneer. He spoke as if the roasted chicken wings could fill their stomachs.
"You have no conscience." Wu Hai looked at the back of Wang Hong's departure. The Black Beast had been waiting at the side to finish the food that it couldn't finish. Little did it know that there wasn't even a sesame seed left.
The Black Beast, Wu Lin and Zheng Jiawei went home together.
"Yo, Check Nao. Give me a set of the Fruit Pancake. Boss Yuan, I always eat the Fruit Pancake with perfect perfection. Can you satisfy me?" This customer loved the Fruit Pancake very much. Therefore, when it was his turn, he directly started to sing.
"Nothing else." Yuan Zhou answered straightforwardly.
The Fruit Pancake with perfect perfection was to add everything, such as meat floss, potato shreds, roasted sausages, etc. In fact, if one added too much, the original taste of the Fruit Pancake would be lost.
The customers all ordered two servings. Several girls who came with them said that they had already gained a lot of weight since Boss Yuan had the midnight snack.
They had to restrain themselves and not get any fatter. Although they said so, they all ordered the pork tenderloin and the Fruit Pancake.
The midnight snack ended in a bustling atmosphere. After Mao Ye left, Yuan Zhou went to the second floor to wash his face and rinse his mouth.
However, there was still some movement on the second floor opposite him.
"Brother Wei, what's wrong with him?" Although Wu Lin disliked Wu Hai from her words to her actions, she was still very worried if anything happened. After all, he was her biological brother. Although they had been playing together since they were young, they were still biological brothers.
Wu Hai had been like this ever since he came back from the The Kitchen God after eating the Fruit Pancake and the fried pork tenderloin.
To use an old-fashioned adjective, it was as if he had lost his soul. He stared blankly at the drawing paper and then ignored her no matter how she called him. Halfway through the drawing, he would wave the oil pen, just like a wizard who came out of Harry Potter.
He had been in such a state for nearly an hour. It was impossible for Wu Lin to suspect that there was something wrong with the midnight snack. Boss Yuan's things were the guarantee of his safety. That was why she asked Zheng Jiawei, who knew Wuhai the best.
"This is because Xiaohai's painting has entered a stage where he doesn't have enough inspiration. Then, he will enter his own world. That's why he forgets himself and basically can't hear anything," Zheng Jiawei said.
"It turns out that he has no inspiration." Wu Lin heaved a sigh of relief and asked, "I rarely saw him like this before."
"It's rare for Xiaohai to have this kind of situation. Because once Xiaohai decides to paint, he will always have an outburst of inspiration. So this kind of situation is rare." Zheng Jiawei explained, "As far as I can remember, this is the second time it happened. The last time was when Xiaohai painted 'The Female Official', which was called the modern Velásquez by the European painting circle."
Wu Lin couldn't help but nod. She knew that her brother was a painter. Many famous painters had some weird habits when they painted. For example, a certain painter would drink wine while painting. If he wasn't drunk, he wouldn't paint. She really had reason to suspect that what he wanted to paint and what he painted were two different things.
"How long will Brother Wei be in this state?" Wu Lin asked.
"It will continue until he has no new inspiration," Zheng Jiawei replied, "When this painting is completed, Xiaohai's fame will go up another level."
Wu Lin thought of the most direct question, "Does he need to eat like this?"
"He starved for two days last time." Zheng Jiawei implied that he didn't want to eat, but then he added, "But that was several years ago. Boss Yuan hadn't opened his restaurant yet, and Xiaohai didn't find a restaurant that could satisfy his appetite. It's not certain this time."
Wu Lin's logic was quite simple. He had to eat. So she looked at Zheng Jiawei expectantly, "Brother Wei, do you have any way to create inspiration?"
This request was too high. Inspiration was something that couldn't be seen or touched. It was difficult to find it by oneself, let alone creating it for others. Hearing what Wu Lin said, she knew that she was asking too much, so she couldn't help but smile.
Unexpectedly, Zheng Jiawei really had a way. He said, "I will satisfy all of Xiaolin's requirements."
"Let me make a phone call first." Zheng Jiawei took out his phone and dialed someone's number. After talking for about ten minutes, the matter was confirmed.
"Xiaohai likes Taoxi Road very much." Zheng Jiawei said, "I also like Taoxi Road. A warm home and a warm shop, but it's really rare to see the whole street giving people a warm feeling."
Zheng Jiawei said, "Xiaohai often says that The Kitchen God is his material library. I remember that Xiaohai has never looked down at The Kitchen God and Taoxi Road."
Looked down? Wu Lin's expression changed. She seemed to understand something.
Zheng Jiawei told her his plan, "I've booked a helicopter for you. At night, you can have a bird's eye view of The Kitchen God and Taoxi Road from the sky. It should give you some inspiration."
Wu Lin was shocked by Zheng Jiawei's generosity.
"Xiaolin, I'll have to trouble you," Zheng Jiawei said.
Wuhai was in a state of forgetfulness. Zheng Jiawei's voice was a little soft, so Wu Lin was the most suitable.
Wu Lin's loud shout woke Wuhai up.
Wuhai looked at Wu Lin with a dumbfounded expression. His mustache drooped like a husky whose bitter gourd was snatched away.
Zheng Jiawei took the opportunity to tell Wuhai about looking down at The Kitchen God from the helicopter.
"Hey, that's a good idea." Wuhai's eyes lit up. He was suddenly interested.
"Now? When will the helicopter arrive? Where can I get on? " Wuhai was not stupid. He knew that the helicopter still had to meet certain requirements to land. It was impossible to get on at Taoxi Road.
"The helicopter is classified as a low-altitude flight. Although you don't need to apply for a flight route, you still need to apply for it from the air traffic control department. If there are no special circumstances, you need to apply for it one day in advance," Zheng Jiawei explained.
Special circumstances referred to emergency or rescue. In that case, one could apply for a temporary flight one hour in advance. In any case, it had nothing to do with looking down at The Kitchen God from the helicopter.
Zheng Jiawei said, "I just called and applied for it. It will be ready at 1 am tomorrow morning."
Wuhai mumbled that he still had to wait until tomorrow. He lowered his head and calculated. A few minutes later, he lay on the bed and prepared to sleep.
"Xiaolin, let's go. Xiaohai wants to sleep." Zheng Jiawei left with Wu Lin and closed the door for Wuhai.
The next day.
It was another sunny day. Yuan Zhou woke up early again. His daily routine was very regular.
He took off his pajamas and changed into his sportswear, preparing to go for a morning jog.
Before washing up, Yuan Zhou stared at a piece of A4 paper on the table for a long time. He had written it yesterday. There were two pieces of paper in total.
The first one was: [I have something to do in Yangzhou, so I hereby ask for a day off. ]
The second one was: [I have something to do in Yangzhou, so I hereby suspend breakfast and lunch. ]
As the inviter, Yuan Zhou had to send an invitation to Grandpa Wang on the spot for the branch of China Famous Chefs Alliance.
No matter what, Old Master Wang was a senior among seniors. He had to show the necessary etiquette.
It would take more than five hours to fly from Chengdu to Yangzhou. This was only the time spent in the air. There was also the time spent waiting for the plane and other things.
The ideal situation was to get up, take the 7 am flight and arrive at 10 am. Then, he would meet with Old Master Wang to discuss the matter. Then, he would take the 2 pm flight back to Chengdu. In this way, he would only miss two meals.
But this was the ideal situation. God could not guarantee whether the plane would be late or not.
Yuan Zhou did not notice the changes that had happened to him. Three years ago, he tried his best to ask for a day off. He found all kinds of strange reasons.
But now, Yuan Zhou avoided asking for a day off as much as possible.
Until the end of lunch, Yuan Zhou still did not stick the A4 paper on the door. After all, he had just asked for a day off … His life was more important.
He would think about it in a few days.
During the afternoon break, Zhang Yan called Yuan Zhou.
After saying hello on the phone, Yuan Zhou asked directly, "Chairman Zhang, what can I do for you?"
"Tomorrow is the Young Chefs Competition. I want to know if there is a theme for judging?" Zhang Yan was also one of the three judges for tomorrow's final.
Every famous chef had his own preferences. For example, Zhou Shijie liked taste, while Zhang Yan liked shape.
Generally speaking, the judges would judge based on their preferences. But some competitions had a theme. For example, the cutting skill competition would be judged based on the cutting skill and so on. So, Zhang Yan called to ask if there was a theme for the final evaluation.
Yuan Zhou answered, "The four chefs in the final have their own specialties. So there is no theme. Chairman Zhang, you can judge based on your personal preferences."
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