It just so happened that he had ordered a dish by mistake yesterday. It was Bitter Melon Stuffed with Pork. Normally, he wouldn't eat it. However, since it was cooked by Yuan Zhou, he would be blacklisted if he didn't eat it. Even if he ate it, he would be fine.
Although the bitter melon was still bitter, the taste was different when he ate it. Wang Hong couldn't explain why, but it didn't stop him from recommending it.
Because of the dishes, Wang Hong talked a little more today. Only after he finished speaking did he realize Haozi's condition. He thought Haozi was autistic and scolded himself inwardly.
Why did he talk so much?
However, Haozi's reaction was beyond Wang Hong's expectation. He didn't become nervous because Wang Hong talked too much like usual. Instead, he listened to him quietly.
"Thank you." Haozi raised his head and expressed his gratitude.
"What beautiful eyes." Wang Hong said inwardly.
He had never expected Haozi's eyes to be so beautiful. They were clean and clear, which was different from the eyes of an autistic person in his imagination.
After Wang Hong finished the description of the Bitter Melon Stuffed with Pork, he stopped talking politely. However, Haozi didn't seem to have any change. He still stood there with a low sense of presence, waiting for the lunch time to start.
As for Mark, he came early and was among the first to enter. As soon as the lunch time started, Mark went in.
Those who went in first had the right to choose. Thinking of the experience during breakfast time, Mark directly sat beside Hairy Bear. He was determined not to sit with his so-called good friend.
Friends could do it, but mussels couldn't be shared.
When Alexandra came in and saw Mark sitting by the partition, she could only shrug her shoulders regretfully. The four of them occupied the table for four together.
They should have done that in the morning, but they separated because of Alexandra. Now, they had no chance but to hurt each other.
In order to fully immerse himself in tasting the mussels, Mark ordered only one dish, French White Wine Mussels.
As one of the three foreign dishes that appeared for the first time in Yuan Zhou's restaurant, the French White Wine Mussels was obviously not as popular as the Danish Roast Pork Neck and the Swedish Meatball.
With Li Li there, the Swedish Meatball and the Danish Roast Pork Neck naturally attracted more attention.
Furthermore, the mussels made with French white wine were actually a very ordinary stir-fried seafood dish, which was on the same level as the Mapo Tofu in China.
However, the simpler a dish was, the harder it was to create something unexpected. One could imagine that this dish had become Markle's signature dish. He had done his best.
Mark was already looking forward to eating a bowl of shrimp noodles in the morning.
"Will we be able to see the Markle Circle this time?" Gauss pondered.
Ju Manli said, "That's difficult. He didn't walk in circles this morning. It looks like he has really changed his habit. Besides, white wine mussels are his signature dish."
"That's true." Gauss nodded. He was a little disappointed that he couldn't see his companions acting like they had never seen the world. This was their first time coming to The Kitchen God, so they also acted like they had never seen the world before.
While the two of them were whispering to each other, the dishes were served. Because the dishes were simple and convenient, the cooking time was short.
Mark didn't have a chance to marvel at Yuan Zhou's cooking speed. He was immediately attracted by a very familiar smell.
In fact, many French white wine mussels would choose Chardonnay, which was widely recognized as the queen of white wine, to match the freshness and juiciness of the mussels.
However, Mark didn't like it. He liked wine like Venio, which didn't have a gorgeous smell but was full of charm.
The familiar smell that Mark smelled just now was the smell of Venio. It wasn't very sour, but it had a natural fruity taste. He felt that this was the only way to bring out the freshness of the mussels.
"Could it be a coincidence?" Mark was a little doubtful.
He didn't dare to imagine that it was because Yuan Zhou only needed to take a look to know the taste preferences of every customer here.
This was really unbelievable. Not to mention him, no one in this world could do it. It was a pity that there was a Yuan Zhou in this world.
At this moment, Mark couldn't think too much. His eyes and thoughts were completely attracted by the beautiful color of the dish in front of him.
Probably in order to bring out the beautiful color of the dark purple mussels, Yuan Zhou chose a deep, light blue plate.
It looked a little like the sea, with a depression in the middle and a slight tilt on the sides, which could lock in the water inside. Of course, there was no gravy in the dish cooked by Yuan Zhou. However, the moist appearance of the slightly opened mussels could be seen. Obviously, the gravy had entered every mussel.
"Hiss. I can't even compare to the way he gathers the gravy." Mark observed carefully.
The color, fragrance, and shape were perfect and there was no flaw at all. The light smoke rose up and brought along a natural fragrance. Mark couldn't wait to pick up the fork and poke the mussel that had a small opening.
The mussel was easily opened, revealing the flesh inside. It was watery and moist with a shiny yellow surface, as if butter had been smeared all over the flesh. It looked very beautiful.
The emerald green parsley was sprinkled between the shell and the shellfish. Some of it was stuck on the shell, and some of it was stuck in the shellfish. The green color matched with the dark purple color and the light-colored plate. It was very comfortable.
He used the fork to pick up a piece of mussel flesh and put it into his mouth. First, a peach and apricot taste spread in his mouth. This was the taste of Venio that Mark was familiar with. It was fresh, natural, and mellow.
Next, the freshness of the mussel along with the smell of the sea assaulted his face. The softness carried a little special sweetness. Coupled with the garnish of butter and other spices, Mark felt that he was enjoying it very much.
His body swayed involuntarily as if he had a mind of his own and wanted to stand up and dance. He used all his strength to resist the urge to stand up and spin.
However, the fork in his hand had already reached out to pick up the second mussel.
"Although there's no bread to go with it, the taste is already top-notch. Juan was right. This French White Wine Mussel is indeed much better than mine. Both the ingredients and the cooking method are perfect," Mark's eyes lit up.
He had been cooking this dish for many years and it wasn't his first time dealing with mussels. Naturally, he was able to taste a different kind of mussel the moment he tasted it. Compared to the tributes he received from the royal family, the quality was even better. That extremely exquisite feeling seemed to be dancing in his mouth, causing him to be unable to resist eating it one after another.
"Oh, it's delicious. It's really delicious," Mark started dancing with joy.
His tall figure was even more obvious now that he was spinning on the spot. That's right. Mark himself didn't even know what was going on. He started spinning while eating. This was the only way he could express his inner joy and excitement.
"He really spun. Looks like I still have some misunderstandings about Head Chef Yuan's culinary skills. Indeed, it's only when one is defeated by his best dish," Ju Man pondered.
"That's right," Gauss nodded.
It was just that when the other diners saw Mark walking in circles, they were shocked at first, but when they heard him mumbling, they didn't find it strange anymore.
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