"This is incredible." Takuya Chihara lifted the entire bowl carefully and brought it to his eyes. Then, he began to observe it carefully.
The deep blue and white porcelain bowl was filled with sparkling and beautiful rice. As the bowl approached, the rice grains became clearer and clearer.
Looking at it up close, it was also crystal clear. White steam was rising from it, and the grains of rice were clearly stuck together as they were squeezed together.
"It must be very delicious." Takuya Chihara naturally had such a thought.
Then, he couldn't help but pick up the chopsticks and put a mouthful of rice into his mouth carefully.
The rice grains looked distinct, but they became small lumps after he picked them up, which indicated that they were very sticky. However, the warm rice grains separated slowly when they came into contact with his mouth. When he chewed a little, he felt a soft and sticky texture.
The soft and sticky texture was very suitable for Takuya Chihara's usual dining habits.
Actually, it wasn't that Takuya Chihara liked soft and sticky rice, but that all Japanese liked it.
Because the water in Japan was soft and the concentration of calcium and magnesium was low, Japanese had poor teeth. Therefore, most Japanese didn't like the dry and hard texture of japonica rice and preferred the soft and sticky texture. Takuya Chihara was the same.
This bowl of soft and fragrant rice was just right for Takuya Chihara's dining habits. The rice was soft and sticky with the unique fragrance of rice.
When he chewed it carefully, he could even taste a faint sweetness. Obviously, it was also the evidence of excellent cooking.
"It's delicious. It's really delicious." Takuya Chihara savored the rice in the bowl seriously, bite by bite.
Even if it was just a bowl of plain white rice, Takuya Chihara would still eat it seriously, even solemnly.
"This taste reminds me of when I was very hungry and suddenly ate the plain white rice cooked at home. Even if there were no side dishes, it was still extremely fragrant and sweet." Many emotions welled up in Takuya Chihara's heart.
This bowl of rice reminded him of when he went home after school in his childhood. All the dishes were not ready except for the rice in the pot. He didn't care that it was hot and directly scooped a bowl of rice and started to eat.
The warm and somewhat scalding rice instantly filled his hungry stomach and gave him a sense of satisfaction.
The portion of the 100 Styles of Rice Cuisine was not big. There was only a small bowl of rice. It might be enough for a girl, but it was not enough for an adult man.
Therefore, Takuya Chihara, who finished his meal quickly, looked at Dashi Xiujie beside him.
"Ooshi-san, I have a very important request that I need your help with," Takuya Senhara said solemnly.
"Uh, Chihara-san …" Dashi Xiujie turned his head and knew what Taku Chihara was going to say. But before he could answer, Taku Chihara suddenly stood up.
Takuya Chihara quickly stood up and walked to Dashi Xiujie's side. Then, he bowed deeply and said, "Please give me another serving of rice, Dashi Xiujie."
This was a very serious request, so Dashi Xiujie could not refuse. He could only say, "Okay, I promise."
After Dashi Xiujie nodded, he called Su Ruoyan over and used his quota to order a bowl of plain white rice from the 100 Styles of Rice Cuisine.
Fortunately, or in other words, Dashi Xiujie had the foresight to order fried rice directly without ordering the 100 Styles of Rice Cuisine. Otherwise, Takuya Chihara would not have a second bowl of fried rice.
After all, Dashi Xiujie was very clear about Yuan Zhou's culinary skills, so it was expected that Takuya Chihara would order the second bowl.
"Thank you, Ooshi-san," Takuya Chihara bowed again to express his gratitude.
"Don't mention it. I can understand your feelings, Chibanana-san." Dashi Xiujie was quite a gentleman and said indifferently.
"I was too narrow-minded in the past. I want to apologize to Head Chef Yuan later," Takuya Chihara said earnestly.
"For my previous disrespectful attitude. That was really inappropriate," Takuya Chihara said solemnly.
"I think that's what you should do," Dashi Xiujie nodded his head approvingly.
"Thank you, Ooshi-san, for helping me realize my shortcomings," Takuya Chihara thanked Dashi Xiujie again.
"You're welcome. Head Chef Yuan is worth learning from," Takuya Chihara said.
"Yes, it's definitely worth it to have such culinary skills," Takuya Chihara nodded his head.
The second bowl of plain white rice was soon served. The arrival of the dish also interrupted their conversation and they began to eat earnestly.
Neither of them ate quickly. But since it was a meal for one person, they finished their meal very quickly. After that, they didn't stay in the restaurant and directly walked out.
They waited on the bench outside the restaurant with tacit understanding. They planned to go in and visit Yuan Zhou after lunchtime was over.
As they were the second batch of customers, the fourth batch of customers had already entered the restaurant by the time they finished their meal. After waiting for about an hour, Yuan Zhou began to wipe his hands and then said to the customers in the restaurant.
"Lunchtime is over for today," Yuan Zhou said and greeted the customers one by one. The customers replied to him one by one and then left.
The customers were already used to Yuan Zhou's punctuality. After they left one after another, only Yuan Zhou and Su Ruoyan were left in the restaurant.
"Boss, I'm going to clean up now," Su Ruoyan said.
"Ok." Yuan Zhou nodded his head. Then, he wiped his hands dry and straightened his back. He stood in the kitchen and carefully recalled the details of his cooking.
Yuan Zhou was now able to recall the details of his cooking every time he cooked and then correct or maintain them.
Because of this, Yuan Zhou's cooking skills didn't deteriorate under such praises. Instead, it kept improving.
Su Ruoyan didn't need to clean much. She only cleaned the restaurant according to the instructions in the booklet given by Zhou Jia. Then, she wrung out the towel and returned it to Yuan Zhou.
Therefore, it only took her seven or eight minutes to finish cleaning the restaurant. The restaurant was really too clean.
"Boss, I'm leaving. I'll be there on time tonight," Su Ruoyan said.
"Um. Be careful," Yuan Zhou nodded his head and watched Su Ruoyan leave.
As soon as Su Ruoyan left, Yuan Zhou retracted his gaze and saw Dashi Xiujie entering the restaurant with Taku Chihara.
"Good afternoon, Teacher Yuan. Sorry to bother you," Dashi Xiujie greeted first.
"I'm sorry, Head Chef Yuan." After Dashi Xiujie greeted him, Takuya Chihara bowed deeply to him. After that, he stood up and said, "I'm sorry, but I don't know what to do.
Takuya Chihara spoke this sentence in Chinese, and his pronunciation was perfect. It was obvious that he had worked hard on it.
Yuan Zhou didn't say anything. In fact, he didn't have time to stop Taku Chihara. Taku Chihara moved too fast for him to react.
"You don't have to do that," Yuan Zhou said.
"This is my apology," Taku Chihara said in Chinese, but it sounded a little awkward. Luckily, Yuan Zhou could understand him.
Yuan Zhou nodded. He didn't know why Taku Chihara was apologizing, but he was sincere.
This wasn't the first time that Yuan Zhou had encountered such an abrupt apology. He didn't get to the bottom of the matter except for a few times at the beginning.
After all, outstanding people would make others feel guilty.
"Thank you, Head Chef Yuan, for your rice. It's very delicious. May I ask how you made the rice taste so good and look like rice?" Taku Chihara was a straightforward person. He started asking about Yuan Zhou's cooking skills right after he apologized.
Although it was a little abrupt, his expression and attitude were very sincere. He sounded like he was asking for advice.
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