"Of course it's my idol, Head Chef Yuan," Allen Modi answered without hesitation.
"Head Chef Dewell is your father, right? You have so little confidence in him? "Li Li was puzzled.
"It's not that I don't have confidence in my father. I have too much confidence in Head Chef Yuan," Allen said.
Very good. Li Li nodded as well, "Although Head Chef Dewell is the golden chef of the Bogus World Cooking Competition, I also think Head Chef Yuan is better."
The current situation was that the whole world thought Dewell would lose. Only Dewell believed he could win.
Yuan Zhou wasn't cooking curry chicken. Instead, he was cooking a new dish, curry fish head.
Indian curry was particular about the matching of spices. To put it bluntly, it was the adjustment of spiciness.
One shouldn't think that all curries were the same. In fact, there were many types of curries, such as red, green, yellow, white, and so on.
Yuan Zhou had tried it before. Be it color or taste, yellow curry was the most suitable match for the fish head. Yellow curry was also the curry that was commonly seen in China.
The main reason was that the taste of yellow curry was the most suitable for the taste buds of the Chinese people.
Dewell was preparing red curry. One yellow and one red. It was truly a sharp contrast.
The color of the yellow curry was bright. The ingredients used were different from other curries. Yuan Zhou had ingeniously added some local spices, such as mint and basil, to enhance the flavor.
The fish head was selected from one of the four big domestic fishes, the Fat Head Carp. Yuan Zhou washed the fish head carefully in order not to damage the meat quality. After that, he used the kitchen knife to cut the meat connected to the neck a few times and then started to marinate it with the prepared sauce.
Next, it was time to stir-fry the curry.
Dewell was a little slower than Yuan Zhou. He was still carefully sorting out the various ingredients, separating the spices one by one, and carefully washing the ingredients. Only then was the preparation done.
Dewell was very focused. This time, in order to maintain his dignity as a father, he had put in 120% of his effort. It wasn't easy.
"Sizzle, sizzle."
Cloves, fennel seeds, coriander seeds, mustard seeds. Dewell used a mortar to grind them into fine powder. From time to time, he would twist them between his fingers to see how well they worked.
The contrast was very obvious. Yuan Zhou had already started frying the ingredients in full swing, while Dewell was still in a cold state, grinding the spices at a moderate pace.
"This speed is unparalleled." Allen couldn't help but ridicule.
"Head Chef Yuan's speed is something he has trained before. In the past, there were nine people who could do it, and none of them managed to surpass him," Li Li added.
It wasn't that Dewell was too slow, but that Yuan Zhou was too fast.
"Cooking doesn't depend on speed." Dewell glanced sideways at Yuan Zhou. He thought to himself, "Yuan Zhou is very calm. He's performing his best step by step."
He placed the chicken into the curry and cooked it. What he needed to do next was to wait for the time to come.
About five minutes later.
"Head Chef Dewell, I'm ready. Please come and have a taste." Yuan Zhou took out a special plate. There was a very deep groove in the middle and a wide rim on the outside, perfectly fitting the curry fish head.
"Is it ready?!" Dewell looked at Yuan Zhou.
"Yes, please have a taste," Yuan Zhou said.
"Alright, coming." Dewell was also very curious about Yuan Zhou's food.
Allen and Li Li were even faster than him. The two came to the side the moment Yuan Zhou was done.
"Smells so good. This curry smells so good." Dewell had only taken two steps when he smelled a unique fragrance. It was completely different from the usual curry smell.
When he savored it carefully, there was not only the rich fragrance of curry, but also the fragrance of meat.
"Curry fish head. Is it Singaporean cuisine?" Dewell immediately saw the fish head.
Different from the traditional curry fish head, the top of the fish head wasn't covered with curry. Instead, there was only a thin layer of yellow curry. The rest of the curry was around the fish head, with some tomatoes and potatoes at the side.
Yuan Zhou had the ability to maintain the original appearance of each dish, which was different from the Indian dishes that were always in a paste state.
Indian cuisine was particular about "simple ingredients, main condiments and cooking method." In order to match with the method of grabbing, many dishes were in a paste state. That way, it would be convenient to eat pancakes or grabbing with rice.
Dewell noticed that the fleshy part below the fish head near the neck had been treated with a knife in advance. The skin and flesh were separated, revealing the white and tender fish meat. One could tell at a glance that the snow-white fish meat was very tender and smooth. After being dipped in a little curry, it looked very delicious.
"Let me have a taste." Dewell picked up a piece of fish meat with his chopsticks.
The fish meat melted as soon as it entered his mouth. It was as tender as he saw it. After being dipped in a little curry, a sour and spicy taste spread out. Together with the freshness and sweetness of the fish meat, it was very delicious.
The spiciness of the curry was slightly spicy, which Dewell was quite used to. He didn't know how Yuan Zhou handled it. There was a little sour and sweet taste in it, which was very refreshing and appetizing.
"This Curry Fish Head is way too delicious." This was the only feeling in Dewell's mind.
All the dishes cooked by Yuan Zhou had a special characteristic. Once people ate it, they couldn't stop eating. Dewell was no exception. Originally, he wanted to taste it a few times and then talk about his feelings.
However, after eating for two times, he didn't say anything. It would be better to finish the meal first before talking. Otherwise, it wouldn't be good if the food got cold.
Dewell continued eating without saying anything. The two people at the side couldn't stand it anymore.
"Can we eat it?" Li Li almost couldn't contain the saliva in his mouth.
"Let's wait a little longer." Seeing his father eating with such an appetite, Allen felt even more greedy. He liked to eat curry very much.
The two people just watched Dewell eat. From the fish to the side dishes, the soft and glutinous potatoes, tomatoes, curry and onions, there was nothing he didn't eat.
"The number of side dishes is all arranged. As far as I know, the only chef who can cook Singaporean cuisine to this level is Ao Pelo."
Dewell and Ao Pelo weren't friends, but they were both top chefs in Asia. Therefore, as the vice chairman of the Asian Chefs Alliance, Ao Pelo had invited Dewell to join them. Therefore, the two had also communicated before.
As a national treasure chef of Singapore, it wasn't strange that Ao Pelo's new dishes were so good. But Yuan Zhou's dishes shocked Dewell.
"No. Although it's hard to believe, judging from this plate of Curry Fish Head, Head Chef Ao Pelo's cooking skills are not as good as Head Chef Yuan's," Dewell continued eating.
When there was only half of the food left, Allen couldn't hold back his cravings anymore. He took the chopsticks and had a taste.
Li Li still remembered his identity. He took a look at Yuan Zhou and found that he didn't have any objections. Then, he also took the chopsticks and ate.
"Huh?" Dewell looked back. His little tortoise was fighting for the food. He threw down his chopsticks and took a spoon. He could eat more of this.
"Dang."
An ear-piercing sound of chopsticks colliding with an empty plate was heard, indicating that the fight for food was coming to an end. There were no more dishes left.
"It's really delicious." Allen licked his lips, still wanting to eat more. He planned to go to Yuanzhou shop and order a serving of Curry Fish Head after this was over.
What Allen didn't know was that Singaporean cuisine wasn't on the menu yet.
"I don't like curry in the first place. But to be able to make something I don't like so delicious, Head Chef Yuan is the only one capable of that," Li Li said.
Then, it was Dewell's evaluation. Li Li and Allen looked at the person who had eaten the most. He was also one of the protagonists of the conversation.
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