First, it was extremely fresh. Then, the dark powder felt a little grainy. As he touched it, the freshness spread in his mouth.
Then, it was the noodles with the aroma of wheat. It felt soft at first, but when he bit into it, he knew it was very chewy.
Apart from the aroma of wheat, there seemed to be other flavors in it. Coupled with the fresh taste, it was so delicious that Mark almost stood up on the spot.
But as someone who swore to get rid of this bad habit, Mark controlled himself and took a deep breath.
Then, he saw a pair of chopsticks appear in the bowl. Before Mark could react, he saw the chopsticks pick up a noodle.
"Friend, let me help you eat. I don't think this noodle is to your liking," Alexandra said.
Mark: "…"
He could sense the malicious intent of the world, but he didn't even have the time to retort. Mark sped up and stuffed the noodles into his mouth. The fragrant shallots, tender and sweet prawn meat, and a little bit of fresh prawn brain were all complemented by the noodles. It was simply too refreshing to eat.
Also, the delicious noodle soup was to his liking.
"Slurp …"
Very soon, Mark finished the noodle. What was worth mentioning was that after one noodle was snatched away, he was more careful. At least, Alexandra only helped him taste the noodles four times. But to Ju Man Lee and Gauss's surprise, Mark didn't stand up and walk in circles.
The main reason was that he was still in a daze after being "tasted" at least a third of the noodles.
"Gulp …"
After drinking the last mouthful of noodle soup, Mark put down the bowl and said very naturally, "One more bowl, please."
Su Ruoyan noticed the commotion and walked over to explain. "Sorry, the restaurant stipulates that everyone can only have one serving of breakfast. I'm sorry."
This kind of situation happened often, so Su Ruoyan was very patient. She even pointed at the rules on the wall.
Ever since there were more and more foreigners, Yuan Zhou changed the rules on the wall to be in both Chinese and English for convenience. Of course, there weren't any in Korean or Japanese yet.
After hearing Su Ruoyan's words, Mark reacted and looked at Alexandra's bowl immediately.
Unfortunately, the bowl was cleaner than Alexandra's face. There was no hope.
Rubbing his empty stomach, Mark grumbled, "This portion is too little. I should give it a bad review. I can't even feel full."
If he hadn't been robbed, this amount of food would have been enough for breakfast. However, his stomach wasn't full, and his mouth was really gluttonous.
"Why did you invite a chef of Alexandra's caliber to the competition? What were you thinking?" Mark asked.
Although it was just a simple meal of noodles, and Mark didn't stand up and walk in circles, to be honest, to be able to make him, who didn't like to eat noodles, still want to eat it, this was the ability of a famous chef.
It was true that gourmet food had no national boundaries, but diners had their own nationality. Let's not talk about foreign countries, only domestic ones. If you let a person who grew up eating Jiangsu cuisine eat the Jianghu cuisine series, no matter how delicious it was, the diners would not feel good about it.
However, The Kitchen God wouldn't do that. The main element of Jianghu cuisine was spiciness, and Yuan Zhou would make it to the limit of spiciness that this customer could take, making him fall in love with Jianghu cuisine.
Therefore, as long as the food was "delicious," everyone would like it. This "delicious" referred to the taste of the diners, and it wasn't subjective. Mark understood this, and that was why he realized that Yuan Zhou's culinary skills were very good.
He had forgotten about taking in disciples, whether it was in-name disciples or direct disciples.
"Head Chef Ogyust invited him. It's mainly because Head Chef Yuan isn't famous in Europe, so he came up with this idea," Alexandra said.
"What you said is indeed a problem. Send me a copy of the video of Head Chef Yuan participating in the competition." Mark was very curious about the video of Yuan Zhou participating in the competition.
He wanted to see what kind of dishes were made, and whether there were mussels.
"Let's have lunch together?" After getting Alexandra's affirmative answer, Mark had already planned to come back at noon.
How could he not come back before eating the mussels?
"I've already said that I would come at noon. Where are you staying?" Alexandra asked.
"I'm staying in a hotel not far from here. My nephew has always been staying there. It's a suite, and I happen to have a room." Mark was referring to Wu Yungui's hotel.
If it weren't for the fact that Juan had been staying in a serviced apartment in Chengdu for a long time, Mark definitely wouldn't be able to stay in a house in the center of Taoxi Road in a hurry.
Hearing this, Alexandra felt that he wanted to eat Mark's dishes again. How could this guy be so lucky to live so close to the hotel? He would definitely be able to eat more.
She completely didn't understand the cause and effect relationship between living close to the hotel and eating more.
"Do you think Head Chef Yuan will take in disciples?" Mark suddenly approached and asked.
He had a rough idea in his mind. Of course, he could only be sure after tasting the mussels at noon, but it didn't prevent him from making preparations in advance.
Alexandra raised her eyebrows and looked at Mark with a puzzled expression. She said, "Head Chef Yuan has a disciple, and he brought his disciple with him to participate in the competition. But he looks much older than Head Chef Yuan, at least 40 years old. But he's still young and promising. His culinary skills are pretty good, and he can be compared to Bordraco."
Although she didn't know what Mark meant, it didn't prevent Alexandra from sharing the information he knew.
"His disciple can be compared to Bordraco? Did he learn from Head Chef Yuan since he was young? "Mark glanced at Yuan Zhou's overly young and handsome face from afar.
"No, I heard that he only learned from Head Chef Yuan for a year or two. That's why I said he's quite talented. Of course, Head Chef Yuan not only has superb culinary skills, but he's also very good at teaching disciples." Alexandra felt a little envious.
If it wasn't for the fact that Yuan Zhou said that he wasn't proficient in French cuisine, Alexandra would have wanted to become his disciple. He felt that he was only in his fifties this year, and he could improve further.
Of course, this was also because Alexandra didn't know that Yuan Zhou said that he wasn't proficient in French cuisine. It didn't mean that he didn't know how to cook.
Hearing Alexandra's words, Mark took a deep breath. His eyes flashed with determination. Clearly, he had made up his mind.
"Mark, is the noodles not good? Why didn't you eat in circles today? "Ju Manli asked directly.
"I changed it long ago. I haven't eaten in circles in the past two years," Mark replied.
Gao Si pouted. "That's a pity."
Breakfast was very short. In the time it took for them to chat, they finished eating. They stood up and walked out, bumping into Juan and Gao Si.
"I'm done eating, so I'll go back first. You guys take your time." Mark patted his nephew's shoulder and left.
The three prawn noodles for breakfast not only conquered the foreigners' stomachs, but it was also very refreshing for the regular diners.
On a hot summer morning, having a bowl of fresh prawn noodles with bright colors, soft and smooth noodles, and a thick broth was the ultimate enjoyment. It made one feel energetic for the entire day.
…
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
