The attractiveness of gourmet food, not to mention the fried sugar dumplings with the fragrance of grease and flour, as well as the unique crispy fragrance of fried dumplings.
Ceng Yan was an out-and-out native of Xiang Province. He was not old, only 30 years old, but he had been struggling in society for many years. Don't look at him because he weighed more than 50 kilograms. In fact, he was not fat, but mainly swollen due to being beaten by society.
This time, Ceng Yan came to Chengdu with a film crew. He would be stationed here for about a year, so it could be seen that he had been here for a long time.
Ceng Yan was a person who loved spicy food. This time, he was not used to Chengdu like other places where he was not used to. Sichuan Province also loved spicy food, and even if it was spicy, it was still spicy.
But now, although Ceng Yan had been in the film crew for a long time, he was just an actor. Logically speaking, he would not come to The Kitchen God for a meal. For him, the price-performance ratio was not high.
However, Ceng Yan was a foodie. His biggest hobby in life, other than acting, was eating. He didn't think about lunch or dinner, but he could still afford to spend more than 100 yuan for breakfast. Therefore, he specially came to enjoy himself.
Who knew that his luck would be so good that he bumped into the first breakfast of Hunan cuisine. Although Ceng Yan did not know it was his first time, it did not hinder his unique feelings for this breakfast.
"It smells similar to the noodles shop downstairs of my house. It smells really good." Ceng Yan inhaled the fragrance again and planned to eat.
Of course, Ceng Yan saying that it was similar to the noodles shop downstairs of his house was absolutely the highest praise. Because in the eyes of Star City's people, the best noodles shop was definitely the one downstairs of his house.
"Slash, slash"
After stirring the white meatball twice, Ceng Yan felt that it should be stirred evenly. Then, he scooped up the soup and water and put it into his mouth.
The soup first came into contact with the mouth, and the spicy and salty taste exploded on the tip of the tongue. Then, the originally bland and tasteless meatball with a faint rice fragrance and sweetness, when he lightly bit it, the soft and glutinous texture combined with the spicy soup. This was a clear and light confrontation and fusion.
"Delicious, glutinous and spicy. It's really delicious. Boss Yuan really lives up to his reputation." Ceng Yan shook his head while eating.
Ever since he left Xiang Province, Ceng Yan had never tasted such authentic Xiang Province food. It was truly amazing.
Although the soup had already been dyed brown by the local pickles made by Yuan Zhou, it was still a thick soup made of bones. Naturally, it was very fresh and fragrant. Drinking a mouthful of it, the spiciness filled one's mouth at first. Slowly, the fresh and fragrant taste burst forth, making it unforgettable. Even the other customers who weren't from Xiang Province were conquered by the soup.
Every spoonful was a precise spoonful. Then, she would stuff it into her mouth and repeat. Her movements were very harmonious.
Ceng Yan was the fastest to eat. Soon, the bowl of white pellets, including the soup and condiments, went into his stomach. He touched his stomach as if he hadn't had enough and turned his attention to the sugar dumplings.
At this moment, the sugar dumplings were still emitting a little steam. Ceng Yan stretched out her chopsticks and picked up a palm-sized dumpling.
When the chopsticks reached it, she could faintly hear the sound of collision. Obviously, the skin was fried very crispy.
Although it was called sugar dumplings, it actually had little to do with dumplings. It was neither made of dumpling skin nor had any fillings. If one were to insist on the appearance, it was very similar to the fried dough twist eaten by northerners. It was similar to the twisted legs of the fried dough twist. Of course, it wasn't that big.
The palm-sized dumplings made by Yuan Zhou could already be considered big.
"Ka Ca"
With a bite, the white sugar dumpling was missing a corner. The skin was fried crispy. Together with the sweet sugar, it looked crispy and sweet.
Although the skin was very crispy, the inside was very soft. The overall feeling was crispy, soft, and sweet. It had just been baptized by the spiciness of the white pellet, and now it was immediately served with two sweet dumplings. It was not an ordinary Bashi.
For a moment, there were only some sounds of "Ka Ca" left in the restaurant. It was all the sounds made by eating the sugar dumplings.
When Ceng Yan was eating, he would stretch out one hand to hold the bottom a little, afraid that the sugar particles would fall. Then, he realized that he was thinking too much. The sugar seemed to be stuck to the top and wouldn't fall at all.
Speaking of Ceng Yan, he was also a talent. In a drama, he was omnipotent. He simply moved wherever he was needed. People gave him the nickname of the Minor Actor Emperor.
"Looks like I still have to save money and come back to eat again after a period of time. It's really too delicious." Ceng Yan touched his stomach, feeling that he wasn't full.
Unfortunately, there was only so much for breakfast. Ceng Yan knew that there were many rules here, so he could only follow them.
Actually, speaking of which, Ceng Yan wasn't short of money when he was young. His family had a few houses for rent. Just the rent alone was enough for him to live on. However, his father was a gambler, so he lost all the houses and even owed a lot of debts.
To be honest, he came out to work at a very young age. Not only did he pay off his debts, but he also had spare money.
Therefore, when Ceng Yan seemed to be smiling and talked about acting and dreams all day long, people would think that he was a person who hadn't been beaten by society.
Actually, it could be said that Ceng Yan had endured the beating and was still talking about acting and dreams.
As Ceng Yan finished his breakfast, the first batch of customers had basically finished their meals. Everyone stood up tacitly and went out to take over the next batch of customers. Those who really didn't have enough would go to the roadside to choose something to eat.
Of course, since the change of the policy, there were more varieties of breakfast and the number of stalls had increased sharply. They were directly placed from the end of the street to the end of the street without any ambiguity. Therefore, the range of choices for people who passed by Taoxi Road increased.
However, the new stalls would all be informed by the old stall owners or the staff of the Street Administration Office of the established rule of this street, which was that the food must be authentic and must not tarnish the reputation of Boss Yuan and The Kitchen God.
It should be known that Taoxi Road was a tourist attraction now. Protecting The Kitchen God was actually protecting one's own interests.
Yuan Zhou didn't know that. The breakfast time was very short and passed very quickly.
"I wonder if Little Ya likes the sweet dumplings. I can give them to her when she comes back," said Yuan Zhou. Apart from noodles, he had also eaten two sweet dumplings and a bowl of white pellets this morning.
Therefore, there were only 99 servings of breakfast today. One second of silence for the 100th person who came.
After breakfast time, Yuan Zhou didn't plan to practice his knife skills. Instead, he immediately went upstairs to wash up and change his clothes.
Right at this moment, a familiar ringtone sounded. When Yuan Zhou saw that it was the same number as yesterday, he directly answered it.
"Hello, Head Chef Yuan. This is Little Liu who made an appointment with you yesterday. Our appointment time is 10 am. May I ask if there are any changes to the time? If not, we will be there on time," said Little Liu. It was a young man's voice.
"No problem. You guys can come over directly. I happen to have some free time," said Yuan Zhou.
"Ok. Sorry to bother you, Head Chef Yuan. We will be there on time," said Little Liu immediately.
After that, he immediately hung up the phone politely, not wasting a single second. One look was enough to tell that he was trained. His hand speed was very fast.
After putting down the phone, Yuan Zhou quickly washed up. When he came out, he changed into a set of Han attire that was specially made for him.
It was a standard robe with wide sleeves and dark silver patterns. The cuffs and lapels were embroidered with golden patterns, appearing very gorgeous and dignified. This was one of the clothes specially prepared for important occasions.
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