As soon as he put it in his mouth, Moliere's eyes lit up. The mellow sweet and sour taste hit his taste buds, making him hungry.
Especially the crispy skin, which revealed the tender meat inside. It was delicious, and there was a hint of egg aroma. The complex and varied texture made him unable to stop eating.
"The ketchup seems to be newly made. It's definitely not the kind you can buy in the market. The tomato and sugar ratio is just too good. I've made so many ketchups, but this is the perfect ratio. I've learned it," Moliere thought.
"If I can really become Yuan Zhou's disciple, I'll definitely defeat Chu Yunsheng soon. But I'm afraid it's not easy to become a disciple of such a famous chef." Moliere's thoughts did not stop him from eating.
In fact, sometimes people were really blind. Take Moliere for example. He had searched for so much information on the Internet, but he had never seen any news about Yuan Zhou taking in an apprentice.
"Speaking of which, there are so many big shots dining in the restaurant. The one over there looks like the person in charge of Christie's Auction House." Moliere was not sure.
But he had to be sure of one thing. He had to keep a low profile in the restaurant.
He had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but he could not afford to delay his meal. Chopstick after chopstick, his ability to use chopsticks improved rapidly.
Logically speaking, dishes that had been thickened with sauce were the easiest to leave on the plate. However, when Moliere finished eating, he found that the plate was empty. There was no sauce left at all. It was basically locked onto every single piece of meat.
This scene made Moliere's scalp tingle. "That's all? I can't learn it." Moliere had gained something from eating the tomato juice before, but now he obviously could not do it.
If the sweet and sour pork was amazing to Moliere, then the beautiful sweet and sour carp was eye-popping.
"Can a Chinese dish be so beautiful?" Moliere had always thought that French dishes were the most beautiful, even Italian dishes could not compare.
This dish was in the shape of a flying bird. Only the middle part of the fish was connected to the plate. The fish was covered in paste, which was evenly distributed on every piece of fish meat. It was like a fish that had exploded all its scales and was trying its best to jump through the dragon gate. It was lively and full of flavor.
"This dish doesn't have a dish tray?" Moliere took a closer look and found the problem.
At first glance, he thought that there was a dish holder. In French cuisine, the dish was also used to support the dish, but the dish in front of him didn't seem to have one.
"Really?!" On the other side, Dean's face was also full of amazement. He almost blurted out, "Coach, I want to learn this."
If he could master this, Dean felt that he could return to Europe and the United States. Of course, Dean did not want to be an apprentice.
As a chef who was conquered by Yuan Zhou in Roll, Dear Beef, he knew Yuan Zhou very well.
There were many people who came to Master Chef Restaurant to learn a few moves from Master Chef Restaurant. Head Chef Yuan had never minded.
Therefore, Dean decided to eat a few more times and study hard.
Dean glanced at the dishes on his plate and then at the steaming fish. He picked up his chopsticks and moved it towards the fish, intending to have a taste of it. He would order more next time and eat to his heart's content.
Pa!
Less than 15 centimeters away from the fish, another pair of chopsticks intercepted it.
"Dean, what are you doing? Eat your own fish, "Moliere said while glaring at Dean.
"I think the fish is quite fragrant. I want to help you taste it. Besides, you don't like eating fish. It's only right for friends to help each other," Dean said with an expression of "don't worry about it".
Just when Dean picked up his chopsticks again, Moliere said, "You want to try it? Sure. Give me the dish in front of you. "
After tasting the sweet and sour pork, Moliere understood why Dean was so protective of his food. This was a good chance for him to taste the fish banquet that he liked so much.
Dean looked at the carp and then at the dishes in front of him. He could eat the carp whenever he had the time, but he had to have a reason to eat the All-Fish Banquet. He knew which was more important and which was more important.
"Since you don't need my help, just tell me. I'm going back to eating." Dean shrugged nonchalantly, put away his chopsticks and continued to eat.
Seeing that the exchange was unsuccessful, Moliere could only give up. However, he silently remembered the name Dean had said when he ordered, and planned to order for himself in the future.
He turned his attention back to his fish. The sweet and sour taste was very tempting.
It's all sweet and sour. Won't it be a little too greasy? Moliere thought.
He picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks first. With a crack, he broke it from the fish and put it in his mouth along with the sauce.
Different from the sweet and sour taste just now, the sweetness was slightly heavier this time, and the sourness was slightly lighter. Combined with the crispy skin of the fried fish, the taste was quite good, and the tender and sweet fish inside was even more outstanding.
At first, Moliere thought that the meat in the sweet and sour tenderloin was tender enough, but compared to this fish, it was not on the same level. The tenderloin was tender and juicy, while the fish was sweet and tender. With a gentle bite, it melted in his mouth. It was very enjoyable.
"Oh, I didn't know that fish could be so delicious. It seems that I've missed out on a lot of delicacies before." Moliere had never thought that fish tasted so good.
The fish he used to eat were either very tender, but very dry, without any moisture, or very moist, but very tough. In short, it was all wrong. But today's fish was very much to his taste.
Without rice, the whole fish, including the crispy bones, went straight into his stomach. Not even the tiniest bits were spared.
It was the first time Moliere had eaten so carefully.
After eating, he looked at Dean, who was still working hard. Moliere rubbed his stomach, thinking that perhaps he had eaten too little at noon and was still not full.
Should I order a little more? I still have to wait for Dean, Moliere thought.
"What are you trying to do? These are all mine." Dean felt Moliere's ferocious gaze and hugged the vegetables closer to his chest. He did not have the demeanor of a famous chef at all.
Just by looking at him, no one would be able to tell that he was a French chef who lived in a three-star Michelin restaurant.
"I'll order myself," Moliere turned around and ordered a few more dishes, not even looking at Dean.
Dean continued eating the fish. He only had a few opportunities to eat throughout the year, so of course he had to cherish it.
By the time they were both full, 20 minutes had passed.
"You can go back first. I have something to discuss with Head Chef Yuan," Moliere felt that it was better to talk about it first. He would talk about it the next day.
"You'll have to wait until after business hours. You can wait here." Although Dean did not know why Moliere was looking for Yuan Zhou, it was normal for chefs to look for Yuan Zhou.
He brought Moliere out of the restaurant and to the waiting area where the queuing committee had set up chairs. This was the usual waiting area.
"Got it. You can go back first. I'll go back after I'm done," said Moliere.
"Then I wish you good luck, my friend." Dean waved his hand and left in a carefree manner.
The All-Fish Feast was over. If not now, when would he leave?
I wonder when Moliere's birthday is. If I can stay until then, I can invite him over for a meal. We're all friends, after all. Helping him celebrate his birthday is a good idea, thought Dean as he walked.
When Moliere saw that there were still many people waiting in line, he sat down and decided to wait patiently.
He was very satisfied with the food today. Even if he had to sit there and wait, his heart would be at peace.
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