Let's go back to Wu Yungui and Jiang Changxi's "elder sister" behavior and "younger brother" behavior.
The "elder sister" behavior referred to the behavior of digging a hole, so it didn't mean that Wu Yungui and Jiang Changxi were sisters.
"What a rich expression. It seems that Mr. Qiao is also an actor who is delayed by business." Wu Yungui praised inwardly.
"I'm surprised now. He hasn't started to eat yet. I don't know what he will do next." Jiang Changxi looked at Qiao Hongtao and then at Yuan Zhou.
Speaking of which, Jiang Changxi and Wu Yungui hadn't seen anyone who didn't know Yuan Zhou come to The Kitchen God for a long time. Let alone the fact that a large part of the tourism in Taoxi Road was promoted by The Kitchen God.
Even if they didn't know about Yuan Zhou, they would be informed when they arrived at Taoxi Road. They might feel it was strange for a restaurant owner to praise other restaurant owners, but it was too common in Taoxi Road.
It could also be said that they didn't forget the person who dug the well when they were in trouble.
"Manager Jiang, Mr. Wu, is there anything dirty on my face?" Qiao Hongtao turned off his phone and checked it roughly. He didn't find anything wrong.
"I'm fine," Jiang Changxi answered.
"Pretty good, no problem." This was Wu Yungui's answer.
Qiao Hongtao wanted to ask why she stared at him so fixedly. However, he didn't ask in the end. Maybe it was because he was handsome?
Just when the three of them were pondering, the dishes were served.
The first dish ordered by Jiang Changxi was served. It was the easiest dish to prepare.
Stir-fried milk was a kind of soft stir-fried dish in China. In other words, it was stir-fried with liquid. Stir-fried milk was a typical dish.
Moreover, this dish was served in many places. However, the most famous and tasty one was definitely the one in Shunde.
Of course, the ingredients used in the stir-fried milk were slightly different. However, most of them would add some shrimps to enhance the original freshness of the milk.
The fried milk that was served was white as snow, and the red was shiny. Although the shapes were different, it did not hinder the appearance of this dish.
The thick and sweet smell of milk wafted into her nostrils along with the steam, with a hint of saltiness. Jiang Changxi could tell that it was the smell of ham at first glance.
Moreover, the stir-fried milk made by Yuan Zhou was different from the usual ones. The snow-white solidified milk contained a lot of ingredients. The whole thing looked as if it had fallen into a pile of snow.
The dish was paired with a small white spoon. It was hard to tell whether the spoon or the milk was whiter.
Using a spoon, he scooped a spoonful of rich milk and sent it into his mouth. The milk, which was originally slightly solidified, melted with the temperature, and the sweetness of the milk and the fragrance of the egg filled his entire mouth. The originally fresh and sweet taste, coupled with the chewy shrimp meat, and the savory and fragrant ham, combined with the fresh, tender, and fragrant taste, the originally bland fried milk instantly became a little more colorful.
Don't think that the water in the milk was fried dry after the milk was fried. In fact, it was not. What this dish needed most was the chef's control of the heat and patience. A little carelessness would make the milk overcooked.
Of course, Yuan Zhou's products definitely wouldn't have such troubles. The milk was soft, tender, fragrant, and sweet to the extreme. Eating it was as if embracing the whole summer, very comfortable and natural. Jiang Changxi had been very busy recently and hadn't eaten the dishes made by Yuan Zhou for a long time.
This stir-fried milk simply aroused her appetite. It was really too fragrant.
"I feel that it's a little more delicious than before. Most likely, my little man has improved again." No matter how much Jiang Changxi thought in her heart, she couldn't stop her elegant and fast movements.
Eating in The Kitchen God, many women had already practiced eating skills that could be both elegant and very fast. Jiang Changxi was one of the best.
If it weren't for the frequency of waving the spoon, people wouldn't think that Jiang Changxi ate so fast just by looking at her movements.
Looking at Jiang Changxi eating faster and faster, Wu Yungui at the side was quite anxious. He felt it was very delicious and wanted to try it, but unfortunately, he didn't dare.
He really didn't dare. Frankly speaking, Wu Yungui was also a little afraid of Jiang Changxi. Her aura was too strong. If it were another person, Wu Yungui would even dare to put his arm around her shoulder and eat with her. But when it was Jiang Changxi, Wu Yungui indicated that he was a gentleman and had to yield to women.
When Wu Yungui ate with Nassete in Dubai, they shared the food together. That was the typical example of a good partner.
"I don't want to eat it at all. I never drink milk, let alone eat stir-fried milk." Wu Yungui told himself silently in case he couldn't control his hands.
Qiao Hongtao, on the other hand, was immersed in the atmosphere of Yuan Zhou's cooking. He watched without blinking and didn't even notice that Jiang Changxi's dishes had been served.
Just when Wu Yungui was feeling anxious in his heart, his dishes were also served. The first dish was naturally the simple steamed preserved meat. The rich flavor of the preserved meat was very attractive and attracted his attention instantly.
Wu Yungui didn't dare to eat Jiang Changxi's dishes, but it didn't mean that Jiang Changxi didn't dare to eat his dishes. Therefore, he shared the following dishes with Jiang Changxi in a friendly manner. He felt that he would be the best partner this year.
Just when Wu Yungui's dishes were almost finished, Qiao Hongtao's first dish was also served. It was a simple fried mantou.
In Singaporean cuisine, fried mantou had to be matched with the local spicy sauce in order to enjoy its taste. Of course, the spicy sauce was essentially different from that of China. There were many local spices in it, which was also an important difference between Singaporean cuisine and Chinese cuisine.
Originally, Qiao Hongtao was seriously watching Yuan Zhou slicing the fish. It was really a gentle cut, and a snow-white fish fillet as thin as cicada's wing came off. In just a few blinks of an eye, the whole fish was dissected at an extremely fast speed.
Just when Qiao Hongtao wanted to see what such a beautiful fish was going to be used for, he smelled the unique taste of Singaporean spicy sauce. It was a unique smell of sour orange mixed with banlan leaves and some other spices.
In addition, there was a very fragrant smell of fried oil. Qiao Hongtao suddenly broke away from the imagination of the fish, and then he saw the waiter carrying a plate of golden food.
There was also a small plate of slightly green seasoning, which was generally red. It was mainly because Qiao Hongtao was too familiar with it that he found that the almost negligible green color was the most authentic Singaporean spicy sauce.
"Hiss."
Qiao Hongtao couldn't help but take a deep breath. Although the knife skills just now had raised his hopes, it was not as shocking as actually seeing such a very familiar plate of sauce.
Not to mention that there was a slight steam coming from it. At a glance, he knew that the fried mantou slices were just right. The thickness was uniform, the color was golden, and the fragrance was rich. No matter how he looked at it, it was a perfect work.
"This color is even better than what I eat at home," Qiao Hongtao secretly said in his heart.
It was not that he was belittling Yuan Zhou, but in Qiao Hongtao's heart, the best Chinese dishes he had ever eaten were cooked by his grandmother when he was young, then by his mother, and after he got married, it was cooked by his wife.
Because there was understanding, there was comparison.
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