"Yeah, the silent guy isn't here today." Wang Hong even looked around in the queue, but there was no sign of the silent guy.
Wang Hong felt that the silent guy was too depressing and wanted to talk to him more. Come to think of it, he was being a busybody.
"There's a chance we'll be eating chicken wings again today. Let's do our best," Wang Hong said, trying his best to stay as far away from Dean as possible.
He knew that foreigners were toxic. Anything that had anything to do with him would never end well.
Speaking of which, Moliere had come to learn from Yuan Zhou. Choosing Dean as his guide was a bad start.
Yuan Zhou received the menu from Su Ruoyan. As soon as he saw the sweet and sour carp, he glanced at Dean from the corner of his eye and knew that the latter was here to learn how to plate.
It just so happened that the dishes in his hands were all done, so he squatted down and scooped up a carp from the sink with a fishing bag.
"Splash."
The carp was scooped out of the fish bag. When it came out of the water, it swayed its tail, stirring up a string of splashes. It was obvious that the carp was very energetic.
The size of the carp was also a key factor in making sweet and sour carp. The best carp was usually less than half a catty. Not only was this beneficial to the dish, but it also made the carp tender and full of vigor, making it an excellent ingredient.
The carps provided by the system were not only the best Yellow River Carps, but each of them weighed exactly half a kilogram. After removing the contents from their bellies, they were worth about eight taels and fifty cents, which was the perfect weight for making sweet and sour carps.
"Actually, it's very common to eat songhua fish, but carp is … Forget it, I'd better not say it out loud." Yuan Zhou thought to himself.
Every time he processed this species of carp, Yuan Zhou would associate it with the system. The requirements for laying eggs and implantation were all child's play. Most importantly, the fish's feed was completely different from normal. It was hard to get used to it.
"Smack."
Yuan Zhou skillfully threw the carp into the water tank at the side and began to process the fish. Because he had promised Dean in advance, his actions were a few seconds slower than usual.
A few seconds didn't seem like much, but it was a lot in the eyes of a famous chef. At least this time, Dean saw some of Yuan Zhou's movements clearly.
It was not that he had never sat on the other side of the partition in the past, but Yuan Zhou's hands were extremely fast and accurate. It was as if he would never make a mistake.
His vision blurred and he couldn't understand what was going on at all. Now that Yuan Zhou had intentionally slowed down, Dean indicated that he could do it again.
"Why is this fish different from the one I bought? The scales are actually golden, and the tail is red. I wonder if they sell it outside?" Dean stared at Yuan Zhou's movements without blinking. He was still mumbling to himself.
Moliere was also watching silently at the side. He had a rough idea what kind of delicacy Yuan Zhou was cooking, but he was amazed by the way Yuan Zhou handled the fish scales.
"The fish scales are processed much faster this way, but it requires the chef's hands to be heavy. Head Chef Yuan didn't even damage the fish skin," Moliere was utterly convinced.
"Hua la."
The temperature of the oil in the wok had reached 70%. Yuan Zhou threw the marinated carp into the wok in a peculiar posture. Then, Dean saw the fish slowly rise up in the wok. Soon, it looked exactly the same as when it was placed on the plate.
Dean was so excited that he almost jumped up from his chair, "So it wasn't placed on the plate first? But how did Head Chef Yuan do it? Why did it suddenly rise up?"
Although his eyes had learned how to do it, his brain wasn't clear and didn't know the trick.
"Moliere, did you understand what you saw just now?" Dean turned to look at Moliere.
Their culinary skills were almost on par. Perhaps Moliere had seen it. Dean looked at Moliere expectantly.
"I'd like to say that I saw it, but I'm still confused. I don't know how it came to be," Moliere said, spreading his hands.
By now, Yuan Zhou was finishing up. The dishes were about to be served.
"I guess I'll have to watch it next time," said Dean, feeling a little dejected and embarrassed.
Even though Yuan Zhou had deliberately slowed down his cooking, he still couldn't understand it. He had let Yuan Zhou down.
When the dishes were served, Yuan Zhou glanced at Dean and found him sitting there in a very dejected manner. Obviously, he hadn't managed to understand it. So, Yuan Zhou said, "Continue cooking next time. I will maintain today's speed."
"Thank you, Head Chef Yuan," said Dean gratefully.
He felt that Yuan Zhou was too selfless. If one time wasn't enough, he would do it a second time, or even a third time.
In Yuan Zhou's eyes, everyone who came to eat was a customer. He respected every customer and satisfied their desire to eat and drink to their heart's content.
Moliere's eyes lit up when he heard Yuan Zhou's words. "It would be great if I could have a master like this."
And so, he became even more determined to become Yuan Zhou's disciple. It wasn't just to defeat Chu Xiao, but also because he was impressed by Yuan Zhou's magnanimity. Everyone had the mentality of admiring the strong.
To verify if Dean's words were true, Moliere and Dean didn't come to the restaurant for dinner. They were waiting for the rain to start barbecuing.
As time passed, the night sky became gloomy and the wind started to pick up, but it didn't look like it was going to rain.
"Dean, let's go find something to eat somewhere else?" Moliere thought this was normal. It was impossible for Yuan Zhou to know everything.
At this time, the two were squatting at the corner of the street. If not for their decent clothes, one would think they were two tramps.
"Let's wait. It's not time yet." Dean was as still as a mountain.
"Where..." Before Moliere could finish his sentence, a bolt of white lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a rumble of thunder. A second later, raindrops the size of beans began to fall.
"Drip, drip." Soon, the raindrops would form a line.
Moliere swallowed hard and stared at Dean, dumbfounded. "????"
Dean didn't pay attention to Moliere's surprise. Yuan Zhou had too many amazing things to count. He took the lead and walked in the direction of the restaurant.
Yuan Zhou was preparing the barbecue ingredients in the restaurant. Today was a barbecue, and it just so happened that there was Wang Hong's favorite, grilled chicken wings. It seemed that not being around the unlucky Dean was quite effective.
Looking at the rapidly growing rain outside, Yuan Zhou took out a snow-white towel, thinking that when the customers arrived, he could wipe their faces and hands.
After putting down the towels, Yuan Zhou took out the barbecue ingredients and placed them on the table one by one.
"It's already the beginning of the month. There's only a week left for the mission. Looks like I'll have to find a way to do it." Yuan Zhou suddenly remembered the blessing mission that he had forgotten about in Java.
Because the places he had to go to were scattered all over the country, Yuan Zhou didn't want to take too many days off, which meant that he had to plan his route carefully to save time. Although he had accepted the mission, he put it aside to think about it.
Almost a month had passed, and it was indeed time for him to do quests.
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