Originally, after Zong Mo finished his words, everyone felt that Yuan Zhou was simply making a loss this time. However, once the cultured man said that, all the customers couldn't help laughing.
"That's right." Zong Mo was stupefied for a while and then said with a nod.
"We can eat unexpected delicacies in Boss Yuan's restaurant." The cultured man sighed with emotion.
"That's true. But I feel Boss Yuan will make a loss this way." As regular customers of the restaurant, they naturally hoped to eat more delicious delicacies. At the same time, however, they didn't want Yuan Zhou to make a loss.
"Yeah. Even Boss Zong said the chicken is worth 2,500 USD. It's not a small amount if it's converted to RMB." There were northeasterners among the customers. As the liquor increased, so did the number of customers.
"Precisely speaking, the price of the Simani Black Chicken is between 17,000 RMB to 70,000 RMB in China. Of course, that was the price two years ago. I don't know the price now." Zong Mo shrugged and said.
"It's too expensive." The customers were speechless one after another and looked at Yuan Zhou worriedly.
The price of the soup that Yuan Zhou won in the Cantonese Cuisine Soup Tasting Activity this time was 450 RMB per unit. After the discount, it was 225 RMB per unit.
Compared with the price of the Simani Black Chicken, this price was simply a fraction.
Of course, 225 RMB per unit of chicken soup was also very expensive. However, it depended on where one drank it. If one drank it in other places, people who heard it would either say that the rich were willful or that they had money to burn.
But it was different to drink it in Yuanzhou shop.
At the beginning, everyone felt that the chicken soup was expensive. But now, when they looked at the chicken soup in front of them, they all felt that Yuan Zhou was making a loss.
Just when everyone looked at Yuan Zhou worriedly one after another, Yuan Zhou opened his mouth while the dishes were being carried out again.
"Stewing the soup with many chickens together. On average, one chicken can hold five cups of soup. Besides, this chicken is not an ornamental chicken but a specially bred edible chicken." Although he was wearing a mask, his voice still passed to everyone's ears clearly.
"The iron content of this chicken is the highest among the black-boned chickens of the same type. It has an excellent nutritional effect when paired with red dates," Yuan Zhou said again.
"That's true. Other than the beautiful blue or dark green color of the chicken under the sun, I heard that this chicken is very nutritious and contains a lot of iron. In Indonesia, it has a magical power." Zong Mo was the first to nod in agreement.
"Five cups of soup for one chicken. It's fine if it's not a cultivated ornamental level." Everyone calculated in their hearts and felt that they had picked up a bargain.
"In that case, we have to eat this chicken soup tomorrow. It'll be a waste if we don't."
"That's right. That's why we should line up earlier tomorrow!"
This was the common thought of those who didn't get to line up today.
After hearing the origin of the chicken, everyone felt that it was a great loss not to eat it. This made everyone's fighting spirit soar.
"It's all your fault today. If you hadn't woken up ten minutes late, we would have been able to eat it!" Katzilan said angrily. She also wanted to drink soup.
"Then why didn't you say that you did the makeup yourself and that you were twenty minutes slower than usual?" The pea-eyed man retorted.
"You're the one who had to go to the toilet before going out," Katzilan said.
The pea-eyed man continued to argue without any desire to live. "You're already going out, and you still went home to change your bag."
The girl couldn't find any more excuses, but she had a secret weapon. The girl said angrily, "You said it yourself. The bag doesn't match the clothes. Is it wrong for me to go back?"
"Yes, yes," the pea-eyed man answered immediately.
"Because I put on the wrong lipstick, the makeup was twenty minutes slower than usual. Is it my fault?" Katzilan asked again.
The pea-eyed man answered decisively, "No, it's not. It's because the right lipstick didn't jump out on its own."
The big-eyed Kazilan girl asked, "So?"
"So I've already bought the gallery tickets. We can go see it when the time comes." The pea-eyed man forced himself to change the subject.
Katzilan nodded in satisfaction.
The way these two got along was that if one was angry, the other would definitely admit defeat. Otherwise, if they fought each other, the result would definitely be a lose-lose situation.
The gallery tickets they were talking about were the tickets to Painting God's Hut. It was about to open, and the tickets were very popular. The pea-eyed man also spent a lot of effort to get them.
Many people bought tickets to make money, but Wuhai and Yuan Zhou were the same. They bought tickets to limit the number of people who could go in. If they didn't set a limit on the number of tickets, the venue would be packed.
With this episode, the customers who were eating harmoniously outside the door suddenly looked at each other as if they were tomorrow's competitors. They weren't as harmonious as they used to be.
The customers who listened to Yuan Zhou's specious explanation naturally didn't know that this chicken was an edible Simani black chicken that had been bred by the system.
However, Yuan Zhou was aware of that. Therefore, he turned around indifferently and continued cooking.
On the other side, Zong Mo just started to drink his soup. Wuhai, who had been sitting next to him, had already finished a round and started to get up to give up his seat.
While Zong Mo and the others were marveling at Yuan Zhou's top-notch ingredients, Wuhai buried his head in his food without saying a word. While eating, he stroked his mustache contentedly from time to time, looking extremely satisfied.
After all, he, Wuhai, was a person who had seen the world. He had eaten and knew a series of top-notch ingredients such as beef mince made from extinct beef, extinct Chenghua pigs, and tea eggs.
Therefore, Wuhai wasn't surprised at all. If Yuan Zhou had taken out ordinary stew ingredients, he would have been surprised.
Normally, Zong Mo would have finished his soup. However, he had been delayed because of the Simani black chicken today. Fortunately, the Purple Sand had a good heat retention effect.
The soup was still a little hot. Zong Mo scooped up a spoonful of soup with a spoon and found that the color of the soup was light brown.
"It turns out that it's not transparent." Zong Mo said inwardly and then put it into his mouth.
Instantly, the delicious taste of the chicken exploded on his tongue. The delicious and warm feeling went from his mouth to his throat and then to his stomach.
"Gu Dong". After he swallowed it, the delicious taste of the chicken was swallowed into his mouth, but the slight sweetness of the red dates rose from the back of his tongue.
"Hah. So comfortable." Zong Mo didn't feel satisfied after he drank the soup. Without caring about anything else, he directly picked up the soup cup and drank a mouthful. Instantly, he heaved a sigh.
Stewing soup was originally a kind of complex taste. All kinds of tastes had to be superimposed together, but they also had to be differentiated and couldn't be mixed up.
This Stewed Black Chicken with Red Dates had such a feeling. At the first mouthful, the delicious taste of the chicken in the soup was reflected incisively and vividly.
Then came the slight sweetness of the red dates and the taste of the meat that assaulted him again.
"Delicious." Zong Mo was quite restrained. When there was only half of the soup left, he picked up a piece of Simani black chicken with his chopsticks.
"This is a piece of drumstick meat. I'm pretty lucky." Thinking of that, Zong Mo directly stuffed the meat into his mouth without much consideration.
It wasn't Zong Mo's fault. It was true that many Cantonese stews didn't pay much attention to the meat. Moreover, the chicken after stewing in such a way was usually tough and tough and didn't have any chewiness.
If it weren't for the fact that he was in Yuanzhou shop, Zong Mo wouldn't even pick up the meat in the stew.
Even though Zong Mo had given Yuan Zhou a very high expectation, the jet-black chicken with a metallic luster still amazed him as soon as it entered his mouth.
The chicken was soft and mushy. Once it entered his mouth, it melted. Only then did Zong Mo know where the oil droplets went. It turned out that they were all wrapped around the chicken.
As soon as the chicken melted, the rich texture with more chicken oil than the chicken broth spread out in his mouth.
"The chicken oil is surprisingly contained in the chicken. How miraculous!" Zong Mo sighed with emotion with his mouth closed. Then, he picked up another piece of chicken with his chopsticks ceaselessly.
"I've never expected the ornamental chicken to be so delicious. How fragrant!" Zong Mo ate the chicken mouthful by mouthful and wondered if his friend's chicken could be used to stew soup.
That's right. The reason why Zong Mo knew about the Simani black chicken was that his friend's pet was exactly this kind of chicken, although he didn't have a good relationship with Romeo.
"I can't let go of the dates either." While thinking of that, Zong Mo picked up the dates from the soup and stuffed them into his mouth again.
The dates were very mushy and melted in his mouth immediately. The flesh of the dates had been stewed into a paste. With a slight sip, it melted in his mouth. The rich fragrance of the dates permeated his mouth and made his mouth feel refreshed after he had just eaten the chicken.
"It seems that the dates aren't so simple," Zong Mo said inwardly.
After the dates were eaten up, there was only half a cup of soup left. Zong Mo drank it up in one breath.
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