The old man was not affected by the surrounding environment. He just took out a signboard from under the cart and placed it in front of the cart.
[Ludi Snack: Gonghe Cold Dish Roll]
There were only a few big words on the signboard. It looked very big, and there were no fancy embellishments around it. Just like the chef's uniform worn by the old man, it was clean and tidy without any wrinkles or extra traces.
Without seeing the signboard, Yuan Zhou inexplicably knew that this old man should be the snack that Yin Ya mentioned. Attitude and behavior could actually tell a person's cooking skills from the side.
The signboard that the old man put up also confirmed this point. Yuan Zhou's guess was right.
Yuan Zhou's keen senses allowed him to hear the commotion coming from afar. He felt that it must be directed at the old man. He remembered that he had promised Yin Ya to buy more, so he immediately strode toward the old man's stall.
"Young man, how many do you want?" When the old man saw Yuan Zhou coming over, he rolled up his sleeves nimbly and put on disposable gloves. He looked at Yuan Zhou with a smile.
"Three servings, please. This looks quite exquisite," Yuan Zhou took a look at the several pots on the stall and said.
There were a total of six basins and a seasoning plate on the stall, on which the necessary ingredients for the Cold Dish Rolls were neatly arranged. The emerald green celery, the bright red carrots, and the white cabbage were all cut into extremely fine shreds and stacked neatly in the basins without any disorder, which made Yuan Zhou feel very comfortable just by looking at them.
There was also the Ruyi Jingu Bang with its head and tail removed, mung bean sprouts, mushroom vermicelli, and so on. One look at these processed ingredients and he knew that the chef's knife skills were quite excellent. Although Yuan Zhou could still see some shortcomings, he could see the chef's attentiveness when preparing these side dishes.
"Hahaha, young man, you have good taste. My cold dish roll here used to be the signature dish of the Imperial Fragrance Pavilion." When he heard someone praise his authentic craftsmanship, the smile on the old man's face deepened. He seemed particularly happy.
No chef would be unhappy when they heard someone appreciate their craftsmanship. The old man was naturally also a layman.
"Your craftsmanship is indeed very good. Imperial Fragrance Pavilion? Is it the century-old restaurant that is famous for its Shandong Cuisine? "Yuan Zhou expressed his feelings with a deadpan expression.
As for the Imperial Fragrance Pavilion that the old man mentioned, Yuan Zhou also had an impression of it. After all, Zhou Shijie's specialty was Shandong Cuisine. As for Chairman Zhou, Yuan Zhou had always respected him as an elder. Even though the system had not issued any missions related to Shandong Cuisine, it did not hinder him from understanding and practicing.
The Imperial Fragrance Pavilion was established in the late Qing Dynasty, it was opened by an imperial chef who was an expert in Shandong cuisine during the time when the political situation was in turmoil and his entire family migrated to the Heavenly Province.
This restaurant was famous for its authentic Shandong cuisine. If one wanted to eat authentic Shandong cuisine in Chengdu, they would go to this restaurant. Moreover, Chairman Zhou had mentioned this restaurant before, which proved its status in the Jianghu.
"Young man, have you heard of the Imperial Fragrance Pavilion? I am the former chef in charge of the cold dish of the Imperial Fragrance Pavilion. This cold dish roll is my specialty. Young man, you have to taste it." When the old man heard that Yuan Zhou knew about the Imperial Fragrance Pavilion, he became even more excited.
Although it was not 'seeing a fellow from the same hometown, both of their eyes were filled with tears', it was also 'meeting a bosom friend on the road, one would not complain of talking too much'. The old man and the young man quickly started chatting.
However, after a few minutes, Yuan Zhou stood at the side. Because a lot of people had suddenly surrounded him, many of them even greeted the fat old man. With one look, one could tell that they were regular customers.
He automatically retreated to the side and waited for Yin Ya while looking at the old man's standard actions, skillfully wrapping the cold dish roll for each customer.
"Dadada, Dadada."
"Blockhead, sorry, I have an urgent document to deal with before I leave. You must have waited for a long time, right?" Yin Ya hurriedly walked over from the entrance of the alley. Seeing that Yuan Zhou was already standing there, she quickly walked a few steps forward.
"I didn't wait for a long time. Little Yin Ya, slow down." Carrying a plastic bag, Yuan Zhou walked up to Yin Ya so that she could walk two steps faster.
"Have you already bought it?" When Yin Ya noticed the thing in Yuan Zhou's hand, her eyes curved and she revealed a smile.
Looking at the fat old man who was about to be drowned in the crowd, Yin Ya looked curiously at the plastic bag in Yuan Zhou's hand. What was it that made so many people line up?
"Let's go back to the restaurant and have an extra meal. It's time for afternoon tea now." Yuan Zhou raised his hand and looked at his watch. He found it was only 4: 05 pm. He still had a lot of time to stay with Yin Ya.
"Blockhead!" Yin Ya thought of her previous afternoon tea, which was a sumptuous feast of fish and meat.
"Don't worry. There's definitely enough time. I prepared the Cherry Blossom Mousse today. Little Ya, you can try it. It has a completely different taste from the previous cherry blossom soup." Yuan Zhou was very calm.
"Then let's go quickly," Yin Ya said decisively.
The cherry blossom soup was one of the Flower Banquets that Yuan Zhou specially developed to celebrate Yin Ya's promotion. It didn't belong to any cuisine and wasn't on the menu. However, Yin Ya liked it very much.
Whenever she thought of the slightly salty and flowery taste of the cherry blossom soup, she couldn't help but salivate. Just a second ago, she was still worried about whether her waist would become thicker or not.
The two of them walked side by side on the way back to the restaurant. Neither of them said anything. Some couples liked to talk non-stop when they were together, while some couples didn't talk and just stayed in silence. It was also quite happy.
Only when they got back to the restaurant did Yin Ya say, "Blockhead, isn't the old man selling the side dishes very old? Do you think it's too hard for him to make food and sell it at such an old age? I wonder if his children are not filial enough."
"Little Ya, do you think that old man is very tired?" Yuan Zhou asked.
"Isn't that so?" Yin Ya blinked her eyes and was a little confused.
Yuan Zhou paused for a moment and didn't say anything. However, his eyebrows revealed that he was thinking.
"Hiss …"
After opening the packaging, Yuan Zhou placed two snow-white boxes on the small table beside the cherry blossom mousse.
Inside the box were two cold vegetable rolls. The spring roll skin was as thin as a cicada's wing. It was wrapped with green celery, red carrots, white bean sprouts, black shiitake mushrooms, and some white cabbage ribs with light green leaves. There was even a hint of yellow at the edge of the skin, which looked quite delicious.
"It looks really good," Yin Ya praised.
"Of course it's good. This is Chef Ouyang's specialty. Although his strength may not be as good as when he was young due to his old age, which leads to some unsatisfactory knife skills, it's already the best among his age group. Chef Ouyang is awesome," Yuan Zhou gave a favorable comment.
"Wow, Blockhead, you are really awesome. You even know the name of that old man." Yin Ya was a little surprised.
Judging from Chef Ouyang's dressing and the way he did things, Yuan Zhou appreciated this senior with excellent cooking skills very much.
The two of them started to eat. Halfway through, Yin Ya understood why Yuan Zhou paused for a moment. This Chef Ouyang who sold side dishes didn't come out to work because his children were unfilial. Rather, he just liked to cook for others. It was a kind of pleasure. Although it was hard, it was definitely a happy thing, which could be seen from the fact that he was still wearing his chef's uniform.
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