"Fluffy and soft. Light to the touch. It feels pretty good."
Yuan Zhou used his chopsticks to pick up the middle of the pancake and put it into his mouth. The texture was different from when he put it into his mouth. The crust was not as soft as it looked. Instead, it was somewhat tough. After biting into the crust, the complicated honeycomb-like holes were revealed. The pancake was soft and sweet, and it melted in his mouth.
"80% sour and 20% sweet. It's too sour. If it was 70% sour and 30% sweet, it would be just right. But the time it was steamed is still very appropriate. This chef is quite good."
Yuan Zhou's words had a double meaning. He was saying that the chef's cooking skills were not bad, and he was also saying that Yu Chu's evaluation was on point. Indeed, it was worth 0.5 Yuan.
After having a good start with the yogurt pancake, the next dishes, be it the Alxa camel meat pancake, the sweet milk tea, or the buttered brown sugar pancake, all of them gave off a better dining experience. Coupled with the strong breeze in the restaurant, it felt as if one was having a meal in the grassland. The coarse and delicate coexisted, opposing yet fusing together, giving off a rich taste experience.
Every time Yuan Zhou ate something, he would take out a small notebook to record it. This was an old habit of his. But today was different. Yuan Zhou wrote down two copies of his thoughts and suggestions for each dish.
After eating, he was done. He signed Yuan Zhou's name on one of the copies and placed it on the table. Then, he went to the front desk to settle the bill and left. This could be considered a gift to this breakfast restaurant. After all, this was the first restaurant he had seen that had a gourmet food index.
"Ah …"
When the young lady came to clean the table, she saw the neatly arranged paper on the table. She curiously picked one up and saw that it was a piece of advice. She did not take it to heart. She was not the first person to leave behind some suggestions after eating like Yuan Zhou. But most people would write their suggestions on a notebook placed on the table. Only a small number of people would write their suggestions on a piece of paper.
When she saw the signature at the end, there were only two words. It was written in a flamboyant style. It wasn't sloppy, but it looked very imposing. However, the little girl stared at it for a full two minutes before she let out a scream.
The customer, who had just picked up a steamed bun to eat, was so scared that the steamed bun fell directly onto the plate. Her other colleagues heard the news and came over, thinking that something terrible had happened. They shouted so loudly, but they didn't expect to see the little girl carefully holding a piece of paper as if it was a treasure. This was a little strange.
"Aiduo, what are you doing? Are you scaring the guests?" A tall, slender, and beautiful lady in her thirties walked over. Her face was filled with doubt and disappointment.
"Ah, sorry."
The little girl called Aiduo came back to her senses and immediately bowed to the two tables of customers who had been frightened by her. She looked very sincere. The two tables of customers were not unreasonable people. Hearing the little girl Aiduo not only apologized but also promised to waive the bill, they felt much better and did not fuss over it.
They waved their hands to indicate that it was okay. Aiduo, who had been forgiven by the customers, immediately ran toward the back kitchen. She was extremely fast. Even so, the paper in her hand was still firmly held in her palm like a treasure.
"Sister Liya, come too." Aiduo did not forget to call out to An Liya, who had just come up.
An Liya, who had comforted the customers, secretly rolled her eyes. She didn't know what had happened. Aiduo, who was usually very steady, actually became like this. She cursed in her heart, but she was very honest and followed along.
Then, the diners and waiters outside heard the faint screams coming from the kitchen again. It was as if the roof could be torn off. Of course, because it was farther away, they could only hear it, so it was not as ear-piercing and frightening.
In the kitchen, An Liya, who had been calm just now, and the head chef, who was usually very steady and self-restrained, were full of joy. Their eyes were fixed on the paper left by Yuan Zhou and his signature. The fanatical expressions on their faces were no different from those of believers.
Yuan Zhou, who had left, did not know about these things. After eating and drinking to his heart's content, Yuan Zhou looked at the time. It was about a few minutes before Yin Ya arrived at the company to prepare for work. So, he called Yin Ya and told her about the current situation. He told Yin Ya to heat up the milk and eat it with the sandwiches he had put in the fridge for breakfast.
Previously, when he got off the plane, he had already sent a message to Yin Ya to inform her of his arrival. Calling her to tell her about the situation was just a convenience. What he really wanted to do was to tell Yin Ya to eat breakfast.
"Burp."
Hearing the few words that Yuan Zhou said, the hotel receptionist couldn't help burping. She had already eaten breakfast, and now she was suddenly stuffed with a mouthful of dog food. Even if she didn't feel full, she still had to eat it.
After returning to his room, Yuan Zhou planned to have enough energy to enjoy the Wu family banquet that had been booked. For the first time, he decided to take a nap. After all, he had woken up in the early morning to catch a flight. Although he had rested for a while on the plane, it was not very good. In order to be in a better state, it was naturally inevitable to rest.
Yuan Zhou did not rest for long. After an hour, he got up and continued to study cooking knowledge. When he was outside, everything was simple. Yuan Zhou did not practice cooking. Instead, he kept recalling the past cooking knowledge in his mind to achieve mastery.
Because he was going to eat Mongolian cuisine at noon, he also recalled the knowledge related to Mongolian cuisine. Previously, Turkish cuisine had already taken up a lot of Yuan Zhou's time. Not only did he start learning before attending the Ankara conference, but he also consolidated his learning for a period of time after the conference.
Of course, he certainly did not just study one knowledge point. Yuan Zhou studied together with the Hui people's Muslim cuisine. This was not only to review the Hui people's cuisine, but also to lay the foundation for learning Turkish cuisine. However, occasionally when he was free, Yuan Zhou would constantly go over the knowledge point in his mind. Therefore, naturally, he handled Mongolian cuisine in the same way.
Time passed quickly when there was something to do. It was almost 11: 30. The banquet that Yuan Zhou had booked would start at 12: 00.
Before coming here, Yuan Zhou had already inquired about the rules. He could make a reservation, reserve, or take away. Therefore, he also booked a banquet for himself. He planned to eat from noon to night. If he could not finish it, he would take it away.
The head chef was a leading figure in Mongolian cuisine. Naturally, Yuan Zhou wanted to taste all of his specialty dishes. Of course, although he wanted to taste all of them, he could not break the principle of not wasting food. Therefore, he prepared several sets of plans to deal with it.
Not long after leaving the hotel, Yuan Zhou arrived at Wu's Restaurant. It was different from the Mongolian style in the morning. Wu's Restaurant was more garden-like with pavilions and terraces. If it were not for the characteristic buildings next to it, one would think that he had come to the water town of Jiangnan.
The waiters inside wore thick cheongsams with fur collars. It looked very pleasing to the eye. The interior decoration design was also inclined to the style of Jiangnan. It was very delicate and tactful. It was completely different from the wild and rough style in Yunzhong.
However, when the dishes were served, there was an indescribable sense of harmony. Even if one did not deliberately observe it, one could see that it was secretly very harmonious. Needless to say, Yuan Zhou deliberately looked at it carefully.
As the best roasted dish in Mongolian cuisine, Fang Zi was the first dish of the family banquet. When it was served, the aroma of oil filled the air.
This was the dish that Yuan Zhou was not sure about. Speaking of this dish, it was simple. Of course, this was definitely aimed at Yuan Zhou's own craftsmanship.
However, it was this simple dish that Yuan Zhou always felt that there was something wrong with it.
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