The deep-fried food would naturally appear greasy. However, when Xuan Meng looked at the crispy lychee meatball in front of her, she didn't have such a feeling.
Except for the golden color on the surface and the special fragrance emitted by the oil after being fried, there was nothing else. As for the oil that would leak out from ordinary deep-fried food, there was simply no such thing.
"So fragrant." Xuan Meng sniffed and liked the smell very much.
Few chefs would choose to fry the fruit in the way of adding fruits into the dish. It required too much heat control. If they were not careful, the fruit would shrink or expand, which would affect the taste.
Xuan Meng didn't know about these culinary skills, but she seldom ate fried fruits, especially her favorite lychee.
Because she always felt it would become greasy after being fried and lose the freshness and sweetness of the fruit. It didn't taste like eating fruit at all.
However, it was different now. The beautiful color and the unique fragrance directly attracted all her attention. Xuan Meng straightforwardly picked up the chopsticks and picked up a meatball. When the chopsticks touched the meatball, she seemed to hear some clear and melodious sound. However, it was gone in the blink of an eye, so she didn't pay much attention to it.
"Ka Ca"
She bit the meatball with her teeth and was immediately attracted by the taste. The golden surface was the bread bran with a fluffy and crispy texture. Then, a little more was the fragrant taste of the egg liquid and then the soft and tender taste of lychee.
Lychees were rich and juicy to begin with. The first two layers were still dry and refreshing, and the bottom layer was immediately filled with rich sweet juice. Then, there was a plump meat filling. The taste increased layer by layer, and each layer was different. It was like a Pandora's box. No one knew what the next layer would taste like, and they could only find out if they continued to bite.
No matter the bread bran that was fried to a golden color on the outside or the tender meat stuffing in the innermost part, they all served the lychee. They not only didn't rob the sweet taste of the lychee but also highlighted its perfection.
"Sweet but not greasy, moist and juicy with a faint osmanthus flavor. It's the best osmanthus flavor lychee. So delicious." Xuan Meng was a lychee lover and naturally had done a lot of research on lychee.
Not to mention the common varieties that she often ate, Xuan Meng also tried some rare varieties, such as green lychee, from time to time. The number of lychees she had eaten could definitely circle the earth several times.
"Is it so delicious?" Looking at the intoxicated Xuan Meng, Ding Shao was quite moved.
Contrary to Xuan Meng, Ding Shao actually didn't like eating lychees. The reason was that he had seen too many of them … and he was tired of them.
With a lychee spirit by his side, how could he not be sick of it?
Therefore, Ding Shao usually avoided eating lychees if he could, let alone dishes made with lychees.
But now that the dish was cooked by Yuan Zhou, it was a different story. Besides, she had an appetite just by looking at the dish. Besides, she had never seen her friend eat so happily before. Therefore, she was quite tempted in her heart.
In just a few words, three meatballs went down from the plate. There were a total of five meatballs, and now there were only two lonely meatballs left on the plate.
Hearing Ding Shao's words, Xuan Meng stopped what she was doing. She was wavering between delicacies and gay friends. She swayed left and right, not knowing which side to choose.
Finally, Xuan Meng took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She picked up a meatball and stuffed it into her mouth. Then, she pushed the plate in front of Ding Shao and said in a muffled voice, "This one is for you. For the sake of our friendship of more than 20 years, I'll give you one. Others don't get this treatment."
Looking at Xuan Meng's painful expression, Ding Shao didn't know why she felt so touched.
Without saying much, she picked up the meatball and stuffed it into her mouth to take a bite, in case someone went back on their words.
The crisp chewing sound was like she was biting herself. Needless to say, Xuan Meng was very distressed.
When Ding Shao took the first bite, her whole body trembled. This was the first time she ate a dish made with fruit. That's right, she hadn't even tried the traditional Cantonese dish of sweet and sour pineapple pork.
Now she was a fan of a small lychee. Originally, she thought that lychees were sweet and watery, and it was no different from drinking syrup. But until she ate it, Ding Shao realized that the gap between imagination and reality was very big.
The outer shell was fragrant and crisp, the lychee was moist and sweet, and the filling was plump and juicy. The combination was wonderful. Anyway, Ding Shao was very regretful. She knew Yuan Zhou's culinary skills, but why didn't she start eating when it was served? She wasted so many in vain.
"You ordered so many dishes. You should have eaten less just now. Otherwise, you will be blacklisted if you can't finish it." Ding Shao couldn't help but say.
"It doesn't matter. I can eat!" Xuan Meng looked proud.
Before Ding Shao could continue to have a friendly conversation with Xuan Meng, she was attracted by another strong fragrance.
It was completely different from the fragrance of fried food. Instead, it had a natural fragrance, and it seemed to be plump and mellow after being stewed.
She turned her head and saw that the dishes she ordered were served. Braised cold mushrooms, as a famous dish of Xiang Province, was indeed unique.
In order to eat a little more dishes made with lychees later, Ding Shao pretended to be generous and said, "This is what I ordered, but we can eat together. It doesn't matter. I am very generous."
The reason why Ding Shao did this was very simple. Xuan Meng generally only tasted dishes that were not made with lychees. She could get a lot of dishes made with lychees without wasting much at all. There was no more cost-effective deal than this.
But Ding Shao thought of all the situations, but she didn't think that this was a dish made by Yuan Zhou. Even people who didn't like to eat it could eat a plate.
Then she felt like she had shot herself in the foot. Xuan Meng ate the cold mushrooms not much slower than Ding Shao. She didn't have the intention of moving her chopsticks once or twice as she stuffed them into her mouth.
Seeing this situation, Ding Shao could only silently speed up. Even if he spoke, he would feel that he would eat less and feel that he would suffer a loss.
The two of them were extremely fast. Very soon, they had finished the entire dish. There was not a single drop of soup left.
Because they ate too fast, the next dish had not been served yet. Taking advantage of this gap, Xuan Meng consciously looked at the other customers in the restaurant, mainly Haozi.
In fact, as a psychological consultant, Xuan Meng was very curious. In the past, Haozi was really much more timid than a mouse. A little change in the environment could make him panic. Although his face didn't change much, his heart would beat faster.
In this small restaurant, people came and went, and it was always changing. There were regulars, new customers, and even foreigners.
"Is his condition improving? It's normal for his condition to improve after two years. " Xuan Meng hesitated. When she consulted with Haozi, she didn't give him much help because of his family's obstacles. In the end, Xuan Meng even gave Haozi her phone, saying that he could call her if he had any problems, but the latter never called.
The restaurant was only so big. After Haozi finished eating, he got up and saw Xuan Meng. Although the latter immediately lowered her head to avoid him, he still saw her. Haozi was obviously stunned and then silently left the restaurant.
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