Since he had eaten the Twice Cooked Pork and Mapo Tofu, the two popular Chinese dishes, last night, Qiao Hongtao felt that Chinese dishes were also pretty good, especially the dishes cooked by Yuan Zhou.
Now, the steamed buns for breakfast gave Qiao Hongtao a brand new experience. He had eaten many steamed buns, and the fillings were much more precious. There were also sea cucumber steamed buns and shark's fin meat buns in Singapore, but none of them were as delicious as the simple fillings in front of him.
After eating up the spicy steamed buns, Qiao Hongtao couldn't wait to pick up the non-spicy one and eat it.
If the spicy steamed buns were like the Beijing Opera with a heavy taste, the non-spicy steamed buns should be like the Huangmei opera. One was thick and elegant, while the other was sweet and melodious. Both were equally delicious.
"It's just that the amount is a little less. I don't feel full at all." Qiao Hongtao looked at the direction of Yuan Zhou with some hidden bitterness.
Although he knew the rules, he didn't try to change it. The rules set by such a master with such excellent craftsmanship only needed to be obeyed. Otherwise, it would be a loss if he couldn't eat it.
At this time, Qiao Hongtao felt that he might have really wronged Mr. Wu last night. Maybe the amount of food was really too little and he didn't eat it secretly.
The delicious breakfast time soon came to an end. With two fist-sized steamed buns and a lot of fillings, the girls were basically full and even the boys were 70% or 80% full. Those who could bear it could directly eat lunch at noon. For those who couldn't bear it, there were many breakfast stalls outside for them to choose from, which was also very convenient.
After washing up, Yuan Zhou continued to practice his knife skills. Lunch time came as scheduled. Without Wu Hai's participation, it was a little dull, but it couldn't stop everyone from being foodies. When they ordered the dishes, they all ordered according to the upper limit of their stomachs, without exception.
At most, they would eat a bowl of noodles or a bowl of noodles or some snacks from the stalls outside first. After that, they would go to The Kitchen God for lunch. Anyway, they didn't want to go out unless they were too full.
After lunch, Yuan Zhou thought for a while and decided to practice his cutting skills. Although the people from the Green Chef's Association were not coming today, and the weather was not good, the drizzle began to wreak havoc soon after lunch, so it was not good to get wet outside.
If he did not practice outside, he could practice his left hand knife skills in the kitchen. Although Yuan Zhou felt that there was no need to rush for the second collection-level knife skill, he would still seize the opportunity to practice when he had free time. He always felt that practice makes perfect was the best way.
The rain was not light, but there were many foodies eating in the rain. As long as it was not a rainstorm, it could be ignored. Taoxi Road was still very prosperous.
"Here and here. Don't let people set up stalls in these places. This will affect Boss Yuan's business. Do you understand?" Director Wang was checking the situation on Taoxi Road even in the rain.
Especially the vicinity of The Kitchen God, it was the most important. Although the Kitchen God occupied a very wide area, except for the small restaurant that was always open, the left and right sides were all Yuan Zhou's territory. Because the Kitchen God was not open often, except for vegetarian banquets and roasted whole cows and whole lambs, Director Wang still checked the place very carefully every day.
Moreover, she was determined not to let those who set up stalls in the periphery of these places be in order to prevent Yuan Zhou's business from being affected.
Every time she checked these places, she would remind her subordinates. This was already a routine.
Just when Yuan Zhou planned to start practicing his left hand knife skills and Director Wang was inspecting the whole Taoxi Road, a person came to the intersection.
His hair was white, and although he looked old, he was definitely strong. This was because he was carrying a relatively large white foam box with one hand, and the other hand was holding an umbrella.
Although there seemed to be a lot of things, the person walked steadily and quickly. Soon, he entered Taoxi Road.
"Dadada, Dadada."
Originally, Yuan Zhou didn't pay much attention to the sound of footsteps. Due to the rain, the sound of footsteps was extremely loud when he walked outside. This time, however, the sound of footsteps seemed to be directed at his restaurant.
"Who would come at this time?" Yuan Zhou had originally planned to enter the kitchen, but he stopped and stood at the partition, looking at the continuous rain outside.
Soon, a figure holding an umbrella entered his sight. The umbrella was a little low, so he couldn't see the person's face clearly. He could only see half of a short-sleeved shirt similar to a Tang suit, a pair of black pants, and a pair of cloth shoes with a thousand soles. Fortunately, Taoxi Road had good drainage facilities, so there was no water.
When he arrived at the door, he carefully placed the box on the ground, closed the umbrella, and placed it by the door. Then, he held the box in his arms. This time, he held it with both hands. Only then did he raise his head to look into the store.
"Are you Head Chef Yuan?" Although the person saw Yuan Zhou, he did not know Yuan Zhou in person. He only knew that Yuan Zhou was very young. Now that he saw someone, he naturally needed to confirm his identity.
Yuan Zhou could see that the person was very old with wrinkles all over his face. Although his eyes were still lively, they couldn't hide the traces of time. Therefore, before the person could ask, Yuan Zhou had already opened the partition and walked out.
"I am Yuan Zhou. May I know why you are here? Come in and talk," Yuan Zhou walked to the door and invited the old man in.
Yuan Zhou had always been very respectful to older people. Therefore, when he saw that the old man wasn't young, he directly invited him in.
The old man followed Yuan Zhou's actions and carefully stomped his feet to get rid of the water on his feet. Only then did he walk in and place the box on the table.
After pouring a cup of warm water for the old man, Yuan Zhou asked again, "Is there something you need from me, Head Chef Yuan?"
"I am here to deliver something to you, Head Chef Yuan. This is something I made in the past. I hope Head Chef Yuan doesn't mind," the old man opened the styrofoam box and revealed the contents inside.
It was a jar that was larger than the glass jars used for sparkling wine. It had a transparent luster and some yellowish-brown food could be seen inside. There were also some water stains, just enough to moisturize the yellowish-brown food.
"Is this salted lime?" Yuan Zhou had also made two jars of it after receiving the Cantonese Cuisine. It was to be used with seafood.
When a little salted lime was added to seafood, the taste would change drastically. It was one of the best seasonings to go with seafood.
Many Cantonese Cuisine masters had their own unique ideas about salted lime.
"This is something I pickled ten years ago. It's quite old. At that time, I had to use sea salt to marinate it. The taste should be okay. I hope Head Chef Yuan doesn't mind," the old man said to Yuan Zhou as he looked at the bottle gently.
"This …" Yuan Zhou was somewhat hesitant.
With a single glance, he knew that this jar of salted lime was definitely the old man's favorite. Although people would often send gifts to Yuan Zhou, this was the first time he had received such a gift so suddenly.
"Sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet. I am Zhang Haisen, Zhang Longquan's father. This time, I am here mainly to thank Head Chef Yuan for helping my son. It's not anything good, just a token of my appreciation." The old man, who was Zhang Haisen, suddenly recalled that he had been impolite without saying anything.
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