After the soup was served, Yuan Zhou served the desserts. There were a total of four desserts, just enough for everyone to eat two pieces.
Other than the osmanthus cake and chrysanthemum cake, there were also two fried flowers. One of them was once a famous dish in the palace, fried lotus flower, and the other was a modern fried chrysanthemum.
"Please enjoy, everyone." Yuan Zhou gestured with his hand and left with the tray.
"Sigh, my mom used to say that since I can eat so much, I might as well find a chef. Now, I feel that her words are very reasonable." Xiaochen suddenly sighed and said in a serious manner.
"Haha, are you envious of Little Ya's boyfriend?" Mo Yu teased.
"I'm not envious. I'm jealous," Xiaochen said seriously.
"Boss Yuan is handsome. Although he looks solemn, every time he looks at Little Ya, his gaze is extremely gentle. As for his cooking, it's so delicious that I want to swallow my own tongue," Xiaochen earnestly listed Yuan Zhou's strong points.
Yin Ya, on the other hand, had a faint smile on her face and a proud look on her face.
"Little Ya, as a good friend, you better tell me honestly. Does your Boss Yuan have any cousins?" Xiaochen asked with a solemn expression.
That's right. To Yin Ya, praising Yuan Zhou made her happier than praising herself.
"Yes, we all want to know the answer." Other than Mo Yu, everyone looked at Yin Ya with anticipation.
Although he knew that it was impossible, he was still a human, and he still had hope.
"Of course not. There's only one Yuan Zhou," Yin Ya said with a smile.
"Sigh, good men all have girlfriends. I need to eat more desserts to comfort myself." Xiaochen took the opportunity to pick up a piece of osmanthus cake, but Mo Yu stopped her.
"That's one thing, but there's a limit to the number of desserts." Mo Yu smiled and held Xiaochen's hand.
Xiaochen shrugged helplessly and put down her hand.
Yes, after saying so much, Xiaochen's goal was to eat one more piece at the last moment.
It couldn't be helped. The pastries that were served were too beautiful. The osmanthus cake was made to look like an enlarged osmanthus flower. It was light yellow in color and exuded the fragrance of osmanthus. The chrysanthemum cake was jade white and slightly crystal clear, which made people want to eat it.
The remaining fried lotus flowers still retained the appearance of a complete lotus flower, and the crispy fried golden chrysanthemum looked like a real flower instead of a fried flower.
Not to mention the delicate and slender petals of the Golden Thread Chrysanthemum, even the stamens could be clearly seen. However, there was a burnt smell.
"Although my Boss Yuan doesn't have any brothers, we can still eat the pastries." After saying that, Yin Ya signaled everyone to start eating.
At this point in the banquet, no one was in the mood to decline modestly. As soon as Yin Ya said to start, everyone reached for the pastries with their chopsticks.
If it weren't for the fact that there were leaders and subordinates here, the people working here would have reached out.
Even Jiang Anyun, who didn't like sweet food by nature, picked up a piece of fried lotus flower impatiently.
The fried lotus flower was arranged in the blooming appearance of the lotus flower, but a complete lotus petal fell off with a light pinch of the chopsticks.
The thin layer of batter on the outer layer of the lotus petal had already been fried to a golden color. Through the thin layer, one could see the light pink color of the inner layer of the lotus petal.
"Ca Ca", Jiang Anyun bit down and the crispy outer layer immediately cracked in his mouth, emitting a light sound.
Even a few lotus petals entered his mouth.
Theoretically, this kind of fried pastries should be very greasy. However, this fried lotus flower wasn't greasy at all. Instead, it was full of crispness and the faint fragrance of the lotus lingered on the tip of his nose.
The petals were soft and silky smooth. When the tongue touched the petals, it felt like touching top-grade silk. The crispness of the outer layer formed a sharp contrast with the softness and silkiness of the inner layer, making the taste very rich.
The fragrance of the flower, oil, and batter intersected and blended together, giving the taste very rich.
"I didn't expect the fried lotus flower to be so delicious. No wonder it's a palace pastry." Jiang Anyun savored it carefully.
At the other side, Mo Yu also revealed a comfortable smile while eating the osmanthus cake. The cake was soft and slightly sticky. The faint sweetness was wrapped with the fragrance of the osmanthus, which didn't make people feel greasy at all. At the same time, it was like a gust of wind blowing and you were standing under an osmanthus tree that was raining colorful osmanthus flowers.
"As expected of Boss Yuan. It's really delicious." Although it was only his second time here, Mo Yu nevertheless had such a feeling.
After the flower banquet ended, the rose wine that Mo Yu had been looking forward to the most came. However, considering that the remaining people still had to go to work in the afternoon, Yuan Zhou prepared the non-alcoholic and natural rose wine.
Although the taste was very good, it was just a rose drink for Mo Yu.
Although they didn't drink the wine, they were quite satisfied to eat so many novel and delicious flower banquets.
The flower banquet to celebrate the promotion prepared by Yuan Zhou for Yin Ya came to a perfect end.
On the other side, the voting time of one week soon approached the final review. More than one million foodies participated in the Soup King Selection this time.
Although the domestic population base was large, it was still inconceivable for a gourmet activity held by a restaurant to have more than one million people.
Yuan Zhou once again proved to everyone the appeal of The Kitchen God on the Internet.
Of course, the advertisers who had failed many times didn't bother Yuan Zhou anymore. But they still sighed and groaned. For example, when Mu Ou, who sold cosmetics, saw Yuan Zhou's restaurant in the headlines on Weibo every day, he felt so regretful that his intestines turned green.
"Alas. If I had known this earlier, I would have persisted. Maybe Boss Yuan would have agreed."
"Then it becomes the Cantonese Soup King Competition exclusively sponsored by [Men's Essence Facial Cleansing Milk]. How strong the publicity is! It's at least tens of millions of people." Mu Ou decided not to watch the activity anymore in case he felt sad. Therefore, he directly closed the Yuan Zhou shop website.
In order to relieve his sad mood, Mu Ou decided to calm down and go to The Kitchen God to have a meal.
He drove to The Kitchen God. There was still some time before the queue for dinner, so the entrance of the restaurant was not so crowded.
Why did he add "not too crowded"? Because although it was not the queue time, there were still many tourists and diners who came for dinner.
Mu Ou sat down on the bench in front of the restaurant. He saw a suspicious man wearing a black cap and a white mask beside him.
The masked man looked sneaky. He was holding a ball pen in his hand and seemed to be recording something.
"If I'm not wrong, this man must be one of those rubbish reporters who criticized The Kitchen God."
Why would a normal person wear a hat in this weather? The most important thing was that a normal person definitely wouldn't wear a mask.
Mu Ou was even more sure of his judgment. He thought of one thing. If he caught this rubbish reporter and protected his restaurant, would he be able to join the queuing committee and then become a cadre?
Mu Ou circled to the back like an assassin who was about to launch an ambush. Then, when the cap-wearing man couldn't see him, Mu Ou slapped his hand on the cap-wearing man's shoulder.
As the saying went, a man could scare a ghost to death, and a man could scare a man to death.
"What the f * ck!"
The man in the cap quivered. He was so startled that the notebook and pen in his hand fell to the ground.
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