Everyone had a prediction in mind for everything they did. Moliere's prediction of Yuan Zhou's cooking was a notch higher than Chu Xiao's.
It was a notch, not half a notch.
Moliere knew very well that Chu Xiao was a man who refused to submit to authority, so if he was only half a step stronger,
If he was only half a notch better, Chu Xiao's tone should have been: That's it.
But now, when Chu Xiao talked about Yuan Zhou, it was: A very good cook.
Moliere had no time to think. After a series of dizzying maneuvers by Dean, the two of them finally joined the queue. Lucky for them, they were in the front of the second batch.
"Phew …" Moliere exhaled softly.
Moliere knew that they would have to line up at first, so he was mentally prepared. But Dean's solemn expression made the whole atmosphere very solemn. Now that he was in the queue, he felt that he had accomplished something very important.
"Should I tell Yuna directly that I want to be apprenticed to her, or should I be more tactful? It seems that the Huaxia people prefer to be subtle. Maybe I shouldn't be too direct? "Moliere's mind was filled with the purpose of this trip. He did not have much need for food.
At this moment, Moliere's mental needs were far greater than his physical ones.
After following the first group of people into the restaurant to eat, he and Dean stood at the entrance.
Then, he was lucky enough to see Wuhai's generous table manners. Many Europeans and Americans were generous when they ate, but there was always someone stronger than you.
"Gulp."
Moliere swallowed. "Won't you choke if you eat like this? Can you taste it?"
He was just short of saying that he would eat like this before he could even touch the food in his mouth.
"Oh, are you talking about Wu? That's normal eating speed. If you've seen him compete in eating, you wouldn't be so surprised," Dean said calmly.
"Wu?" Moliere found the name and the person familiar.
Moliere gossiped, "Is that his girlfriend?"
Although Dean was more familiar with The Kitchen God, this question stumped him.
"Moliere, I didn't know you were so nosy," said Dean.
"It's not gossip. It's about the lady I know. Stea, Anna Stea, the famous crocodile princess." Moliere's tone was a little serious.
"Princess Crocodile?" Dean heard an unfamiliar name.
"It's mainly because her father is an Asian crocodile, a famous financial oligarch," Mo Li lamented.
Dean's eyes were filled with doubt. This was a blind spot in his knowledge.
"Did you know that JPMorgan Chase Bank almost filed for bankruptcy in 2017?" Murray lamented.
Dean nodded. Even though he did not pay much attention to finance, he knew about this special event. Since the establishment of Morgan Bank in 1799, it was the first time that it almost went bankrupt.
"The lady's father was the one who almost brought down the Morgan Bank, so the media called this lady Princess Crocodile," Moriah said. "Whoever marries this lady will be at the top of the pyramid in one step."
Dean couldn't help but take another look at Mao Xiong. He didn't expect this skinny lady to have such a background.
"The one beside her is Wu, the hope of the European art circle. He is a frequent visitor." Dean introduced.
"The hope of the European art circle? Yes, it's him. " Moliah couldn't help but nod. "These two, in the words of China, are really very, very compatible."
"Burp", Wu Hai burped contentedly. He was finally full. Lazily, he led Zhou Xi to pick up the plates and put them away. Then, he intended to give his place to others. Hairy Bear followed closely behind.
It just so happened that it was Dean and Moliah's turn next.
"Wu, did you enjoy your meal?" Dean asked with a smile.
He and Wu Hai were quite familiar with each other.
"You guys eat. I'm done." Wuhai nodded casually and walked out with Mao Xiong. Zhou Xi walked behind them.
"Little Yanzi, my All-Fish Feast is ready." Dean said to Su Ruoyan with a beaming face, then turned to Moliah and said, "Mo …"
Before he could finish, Moliah interrupted, "Didn't we agree to call me Feng Ma from now on? Remember that." Moliah glanced at Yuan Zhou, who was wearing a mask and carrying the dishes out.
"Then Feng Ma, order whatever you want," Dean said directly.
His attention was now on the all-fish banquet that he was about to eat. Although he had eaten it twice, it was amazing every time.
Dean's new classic tilapia was inspired by the All-Fish Feast. Naturally, he had a special fondness for it.
"Okay." Moliah nodded. He didn't dare to stare at Yuan Zhou for it would be impolite, so he picked up the menu and flipped through it.
Although Yuan Zhou noticed someone was looking at him, there were too many people looking at him every day. After a glance, he didn't pay much attention to Dean and a foreigner he didn't know.
"Although height is related to race, it also has a lot to do with diet. It's good for children to drink milk every day." Yuan Zhou looked at the conspicuous Moliah and felt a little tempted.
"I'll take these two." Moliah was a little absent-minded, so he randomly ordered two dishes.
"Sweet and sour carp and sweet and sour pork, right?" Su Ruoyan looked at the place Moliah was pointing at and confirmed.
"Hmm? Mo … Feng Ma, didn't you say you don't eat fish? "Dean, who was waiting for the dishes, said.
Moliah came back to his senses and looked at the place he was pointing at. Although he didn't know Chinese, he knew English for fish. He couldn't change his words, so he could only bite the bullet and nodded. "Yes, these two dishes."
"Can't I try Yuan's fish? Didn't you say to order anything? "Moliah found a reasonable excuse for himself.
Dean shrugged and looked a little helpless. He turned around and waited for his dishes.
Su Ruoyan jotted down the menu and left.
The first dish to be served was Dean's. The first dish was a cold dish, "Weave Brocade in Winter Clothes." Despite everything else, the presentation and knife skills were amazing enough.
"What's this dish called? Why is it so beautiful? Only God can do this." Moliah didn't want to keep staring at Yuan Zhou for fear of leaving a bad impression, so he could only stare at Dean.
"This is my dish. It's a cold dish made of fish. You don't eat fish anyway. Go wait for your dish," Dean said as he placed the dish in his arms. Then, he skillfully picked up the dish with his chopsticks.
Dean's technique with chopsticks was already very exquisite. Clearly, he had grown a lot after a few years of learning.
"Stingy." Moliah didn't smell the food. Although he wanted to try it, he couldn't bring himself to do it.
Not long after, his first dish was served. It was sweet and sour pork.
Before it was served, Moliah could smell the overbearing sweet and sour taste. There was also a hint of sesame aroma. Moliah's nose could smell it clearly.
Placing it in front of him, he could see that there were some white sesame seeds scattered on top of the orange-red meat strips. The thick orange-red sauce was evenly wrapped around each tenderloin. Even though they were fried, they still seemed to be the same size. Each tenderloin was neatly stacked on an oval white plate like a log.
"Why does it smell so good? The sweet and sour taste is supposed to be an appetizer, but this dish smells especially good. There's ketchup in it, but it doesn't seem to be pure ketchup. There's something else sour in it. What is it?" Moliah couldn't smell it at first.
Moliah picked up his chopsticks and awkwardly picked up a piece. He put it into his mouth crookedly, intending to have a taste.
Moliah didn't know how to use chopsticks before, but this time, he wanted to be apprenticed to gain a bit of leverage. He had learned it on his own, so naturally, it wasn't good enough.
The aroma had also attracted Dean's attention. Although he coveted Moliere's dishes, the all-fish banquet had already been served with two more dishes. He was too busy eating his own food to snatch it, so he could only look on enviously.
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