First, there was a little sour taste, which was the taste of hawthorn, followed by a sweet taste. After stir-frying, some white sugar had to be sprinkled on top of the rice. It was sprinkled very evenly, and it was not thick. If one did not look carefully, one would not be able to see it.
When it was put in the mouth, it was different. Mixed with the sourness of the hawthorn, the sweetness burst forth in the mouth. Gradually, sweetness became the main theme. After the soft rice came the mellow taste of the dried fruits. With a "Ka Ca" sound, it combined with the rice, giving people a whole new taste.
When it was a little greasy, a sour taste swept through the mouth again, eliminating the greasy feeling.
"Sweet but not greasy, sour but not astringent. The softness and hardness are just right. As expected of Head Chef Yuan," Director Wang was very satisfied with this beet.
Huo Ting also liked this dish very much. He felt that it was moderate, sweet and sour, and very delicious.
Although the others didn't like sweets, they had a high opinion of Yuan Zhou's Stir-Fried Eight Treasures with Fine Sand. The craftsmanship was perfect and the taste was perfect.
The more Director Wang ate, the more he noticed a small phenomenon. At first, he thought it was an illusion, but the more he ate, the more he felt that way. When he ate this dish, he liked to eat more grapes and green plums and less dates and lily. That way, the sourness would be stronger and the sweetness would be lower.
When he first took a bite, he was conquered by the perfect taste and didn't savor it carefully. But the more he ate, the more he found that this was his favorite combination of sourness and sweetness.
"It can't be a coincidence, right?" Director Wang looked at the busy figure of Yuan Zhou. His heart was in turmoil, but his face was still calm.
Anyone who knew how to cook, or even those who were proficient in it, would know how incredible it was if Yuan Zhou could really grasp the taste preferences of his customers without asking.
Although Director Wang felt that it was nonsense, he felt that it was reasonable for Yuan Zhou to do so. It might seem contradictory, but it was inevitable.
With a lot of thoughts in his mind, Director Wang's movements weren't slow. Relying on the matching spoon, chopsticks, and spoon, he scooped a little more than half of the beet into his stomach.
He was indeed a smart person. Even when eating, he still had to pay attention to the art of war.
However, eating too fast had a disadvantage, which was that there were too many plates, which affected his performance.
Yan Xiliang, on the other hand, noticed the situation of Hairy Bear and the others while he was busy.
Occasionally, when he glanced over, he noticed that the two people beside him never had more than one plate. This made him very curious. Could it be that the two of them only ate three or four dishes? Were they too poor?
Yan Xiliang was lucky. This time, he noticed that the two of them were finishing their dishes. After they finished eating, the mustached man stacked the plates together and placed them on the other side of the long table.
"So it turns out that it cleans the plates by itself. No wonder." Yan Xiliang followed the same pattern after he learned it.
Sure enough, the table was empty again, and a new dish was served.
This time, it was Huo Ting's Warm Mixed Pork Ribs. This dish was a classic example of using low-grade ingredients to make a high-end dish. It was famous because of its meticulous knife work and exquisite cooking.
"It smells so good." Gan Zhong sniffed and his eyes followed the movement of the dishes.
Because the dish was poured with hot oil, it was still sizzling when it was placed on the table.
At a close distance, some oil beads could even be seen rolling on the plate, which resulted in a very domineering fragrance that attracted people's noses.
Nevertheless, Huo Ting had already squeezed between Gan Zhong and Director Wang. Otherwise, he definitely wouldn't be the first to eat the dish even though he was the one who ordered it.
Even if he had tasted Yuan Zhou's knife skills before, he still couldn't help praising Yuan Zhou's knife skills again when he saw the Warm Mixed Pork Ribs. It was really too good.
Regardless of the pork ribs, fungus ribs or lettuce, they were all of the same thickness, which was the same length and width as the vermicelli. Besides, the vermicelli used here was extremely thin, just a little bit thicker than a pinhole. The rarest thing was that even such thin pork ribs didn't have any trace of breaking. Every one of them was in good condition.
It wasn't that no chef could make all the fine ribs have the same thickness, but the thickness of the vermicelli had to be at least as thick as a big needle. Otherwise, it would easily cause the pork ribs to break.
No matter how calm Huo Ting's state of mind was, he couldn't help cursing when he saw the dish. It wasn't because Yuan Zhou was too good, but because he wasn't good enough. He was too far away and couldn't even see it, let alone chase after it. Not everyone was like Second Brother Chu.
He picked up a piece and put it into his mouth. The first feeling was that it was fresh and spicy. It wasn't the spiciness of the chili, but the spiciness of the minced garlic. The second feeling was that it was crispy. Regardless of the pork ribs, fungus ribs or lettuce, they were all very crispy and tender. Together with the glutinous vermicelli, they were a perfect match. It was both crispy and refreshing and left a lingering fragrance in the mouth.
Although it was a cold dish, it wasn't cold, but warm. It didn't feel cold or hot. It was just right, just like this dish.
"There's no peculiar smell at all, and it's even more fragrant and crispier. It's really delicious." Miao Zhonghua liked this dish very much.
He would get fat no matter what he ate. Therefore, he especially liked to eat internal organs. In his words, it was definitely less fat, so he didn't need to be afraid of eating too much of it.
As everyone knew, the pork ribs would have a peculiar smell if it wasn't cooked well. Even if many people with excellent cooking skills had gotten rid of the peculiar smell, they would still feel that there was a little bit of it left in their minds.
Nevertheless, this dish cooked by Yuan Zhou didn't have such concerns. There was no other way to describe it except that it tasted good. Even after it was swallowed, there was only a little bit of numbness and spiciness left in the mouth. Apart from that, there was no other taste.
"I also feel it's pretty good." Director Wang also liked this dish very much.
Warm mixing was a unique way of mixing dishes in Qin Cuisine. Among them, warm mixing of pork ribs was the most common and rare. It was easy to cook it, but it was very difficult to cook it well.
Even the oil that was poured on the dish at the end was just right by Yuan Zhou. After the dish was completely absorbed, there wasn't any oil stain left on the bottom of the plate. This was something that Yan Xiliang and the others had never seen before.
After every dish was served, they all gathered around to eat. Although they still commented from time to time, their voices were very low and wouldn't affect others. Although there were almost no people like them, everyone had their first time in The Kitchen God. Therefore, the customers didn't find it strange at all.
Of course, it would be more delicious if they fought over the food. Therefore, the originally delicious dishes became even more delicious when the five of them fought over the food. After a dish was served, it was all gone in a few minutes. Then, another dish was served and it also suffered the same fate.
Of course, they couldn't fight over the food with Wuhai. It wasn't a matter of whether the food was delicious or not, but whether they could eat it or not. After all, the title of the Rice Bucket King of this restaurant wasn't just for show.
Not long after, almost all the dishes were served. Basically, there was only one dish left. The first dish to be served was Director Wang's. Because he had ordered the most dishes, he was also the fastest to be served. This was also his last dish.
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