There was a dark brown soup cup on the tray Su Ruoyan brought. The soup cup was as deep as one's palm.
The lid of the dark brown soup cup was tightly sealed. Not to mention the heat, not even a trace of fragrance came out.
Su Ruoyan put away the tray and gently pushed the soup cup to Zong Mo. Then she said, "Boss Zong, your black chicken soup with red dates is here. Please enjoy."
As soon as she said that, all the customers in the restaurant craned their necks to look at them.
After all, this was the final champion of this activity.
Looking at the dark brown soup cup in front of him, Zong Mo was not a shy person. He directly reached out to grab the lid of the soup cup.
Instantly, a gust of white smoke rushed out of the soup cup. Because of the special feature of the Yuanzhou shop, others could not smell the fragrance.
Only Zong Mo could. Therefore, when they saw Zong Mo squinting his eyes, they immediately became envious.
The customers in the restaurant and those in the line outside were naturally envious, but they could still restrain themselves. After all, they would be able to drink it later.
However, those who were reluctant to leave because they didn't have their turn today felt uncomfortable. They could only stand at the door and look inside carefully.
"Tut-tut, it's just lifting the lid. You don't have to be so exaggerated. Don't block the way. Those at the back can't see it."
"I also want to smell it. It looks very fragrant."
"Exactly. I wonder what the soup of the first place will taste like."
"It smells so good. I want to try it."
"Of course. Everyone here wants to try it, but we didn't get a place."
As soon as this was said, the customers who were reluctant to leave sighed. They didn't know why a young man could smell the fragrance outside the door. Maybe he was hallucinating.
So far, only Yuan Zhou knew that there was only one beast that could ignore the black technology of the system — the black beast!
Actually, in other restaurants, it was impossible to see this kind of behavior. Customers who couldn't eat anything would still stand at the door and watch. But in Master Chef Little Restaurant, it was very normal, because many people did this.
Most of the time, whether something was normal or not depended not on the thing itself, but on the number of people who did it. Soon, Zong Mo attracted the attention of the customers who were watching at the door again.
Because Zong Mo reached out and brought the soup closer.
In the blink of an eye, everyone could see the clear color of the dark brown soup in the soup, and the bright red dates floating on the surface of the soup.
Everyone felt that it was a little strange. Why was the chicken soup so clear? There wasn't even a speck of oil on it. However, Zong Mo, who was right in front of the chicken soup, felt it deeply.
The rich aroma of the chicken soup rushed into his nose as soon as the lid was removed. As he pulled the soup bowl closer, he could also smell the faint aroma of red dates.
"So delicious." Zong Mo sighed. He pulled at his hair and carefully pushed it to the back, afraid that it would block his vision.
After doing all this, Zong Mo lowered his head and looked into the soup bowl.
Upon closer inspection, the dark brown soup pot was made of high-quality purple sand. After the fine purple sand was roasted, upon closer inspection, one would discover that it was actually a beautiful red muddy brown.
"This purple sand is really good." As the owner of an antique shop, Zong Mo knew a little about purple sand.
After all, some antiques were made of purple sand.
"If other restaurants don't do it anymore, the pots and pans are still a burden. If I'm lucky, I can find another restaurant to take it over. If I'm unlucky, I'll have to sell the second-hand ones. But since Boss Yuan doesn't do it anymore, the pots and pans … Well, my restaurant can't afford them anyway." Zong Mo calculated his net worth silently.
It was useless to think about that. Zong Mo first saw the soup bowl and then the soup inside. Just like what the customers around the door saw, the soup was clear and the bottom could be seen clearly.
"Huh?" It was the soup that could be seen clearly that made Zong Mo raise his eyebrows in surprise.
Because there were several pieces of pitch-black chicken meat with a metallic color at the bottom of the soup, the aroma of the meat was faintly discernible and carried a tempting fragrance.
"Isn't it a black-boned chicken?" Zong Mo raised his head and asked in surprise.
"It's a black-boned chicken." Yuan Zhou's affirmative voice passed through the face mask.
"But it's not an ordinary black-boned chicken, right?" Zong Mo put the chopsticks into the soup and turned it over and then said affirmatively.
This time, Yuan Zhou didn't say anything. He just nodded his head and continued cooking.
"Of course it's not an ordinary black-boned chicken. It's a chicken comparable to a Lamborghini." Yuan Zhou ridiculed inwardly. When he learned about the origin of the chicken from the system, he habitually ridiculed that a human was inferior to a chicken.
Actually, after staying with the system for a long time, he would gradually find that not only was he inferior to a chicken, but he was also inferior to a pig, a cow, a duck, and even a small lobster …
At that time, other customers in the restaurant also got their portion of the Black Chicken Soup with Red Dates. The sounds of surprise rose and fell one after another.
"The chicken meat is so black."
"Yeah. Why is it so black?"
"Even the black-boned chicken seems to only have black meat and the bones are of a normal color."
"Boss Zong, what kind of black-boned chicken is this? It doesn't seem to be the black-boned chicken that we usually see." It was the cultured man with glasses who asked.
"Unfortunately, I do know this chicken." Zong Mo didn't keep them guessing and said straightforwardly.
However, before he spoke, Zong Mo carefully picked up the chopsticks and licked the remaining chicken broth clean. He then sighed in satisfaction before he spoke again.
It wasn't strange. The customers eating in Yuanzhou shop always paid attention to their actions. Therefore, they naturally wouldn't let go of the broth on the chopsticks and spoon.
"If I'm not wrong, this chicken should be a Cimani black-boned chicken," Zong Mo said.
"Cimani black-boned chicken? It doesn't sound like it's from our country, "the cultured man with glasses said.
"It's indeed not from our country." Zong Mo nodded his head and continued, "This is from the Indonesia Java region of Indonesia. It's a modern chicken breed."
"That's quite far," the cultured man with glasses said.
"It's more than far. This chicken is very expensive," Zong Mo said affirmatively.
"The reason why this Cimani black-boned chicken looks like this is because its ancestor had a mutation in its genetic material 800 years ago. This mutation caused its fiber pigment to proliferate, thus promoting the proliferation of melanocytes. That's why this chicken's feathers, chicken meat, chicken bones, chicken tongue, and chicken comb all have a beautiful black color."
"Of course, the chicken's blood isn't black, but dark red. Its eggs aren't black either, but beige white. These are the only two parts of the chicken's body that aren't black," Zong Mo said as he spread his hands.
"No wonder the meat looks so black." The customers sitting inside and outside the door all nodded their heads.
Only Zong Mo spoke again when he saw Yuan Zhou carrying the dish, "Boss Yuan, may I ask if this is a Cimani black-boned chicken?"
Yuan Zhou nodded his head and said, "It's a specially bred Cimani edible black-boned chicken."
"As expected, it's this kind of chicken." Zong Mo nodded his head, then gave a thumbs up to Yuan Zhou and said, "Boss Yuan is indeed generous. Using this chicken to stew soup for 450 yuan per cup, and now it's only 225 yuan after a discount. It's indeed a promotional event. You've really put in a lot of money."
Before Yuan Zhou could speak, the customers at the side looked at Zong Mo curiously, their faces filled with eagerness to hear what he had to say.
Seeing everyone like that, Zong Mo naturally took the responsibility and said, "This chicken isn't an edible chicken to begin with. After all, its chicks sell for 200 US dollars. If it grows up, it'll be even more incredible. The market price is 2,500 US dollars."
"Hiss ~"
The customers couldn't help but take a deep breath when they heard the price.
As for whether it was an edible chicken, the customers didn't care at all. Boss Yuan had already said that it had been specially bred, so it was definitely the most suitable one.
"In Indonesia, this chicken is regarded as a symbol that can bring good luck to people. Therefore, this kind of chicken is raised as a pet chicken, and no one eats it," Zong Mo said.
"Because it's extremely difficult to breed this chicken, and it's extremely beautiful after it's finished. According to the quality, there was even a Cimani black-boned chicken that was auctioned for a sky-high price of 900,000 US dollars. Therefore, it's also known as a Lamborghini chicken." When Zong Mo said that, he kept staring at Yuan Zhou.
After all, using such a chicken to stew soup was the same concept as using the red arowana and golden arowana to stew soup.
That was the concept of heartache.
"That's why it's said that the Lucky Chicken raised by others is once again on the dining table here," the gentleman in a suit concluded.
In the end, he added, "Yes, it's an improved breed because it doesn't taste good to eat it directly."
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