Min Dong smacked his lips and savored the lingering fragrance in his mouth. Only then did he regain his senses.
"It should be an illusion. Why does it feel so much stronger than the Chicken Soup Cooked Shredded Dried Bamboo Slices? I told you to make it bland. It's most likely an illusion," Min Dong felt something was wrong, but he did not think too much about it.
Of course, facing Cui Ping's questioning gaze, Min Dong felt a little embarrassed. Fortunately, he had said he would leave some for his wife to taste. He had only thought about it in his heart and did not say it out loud. Otherwise, it would be even more embarrassing for him.
After coughing twice, Min Dong said, "Head Chef Yuan's culinary skills are too good. I finished it without paying attention."
His voice was a little embarrassed. This was the first time Min Dong had finished a dish without leaving any for Cui Ping ever since he got together with Cui Ping. One could imagine how flustered he was.
"It's fine. You ordered the dish yourself. You didn't eat much of the Shredded Dried Bamboo Slices I ordered," Cui Ping said gently.
Min Dong did not say anything. He made up his mind that he would not do the same for the next dish.
Just as he made up his mind, the dish was served. This time, it was Shredded Pork with Water Bamboo Slices. As the star ingredient of Jiangsu Province, Water Bamboo Slices had a wide range of uses. Moreover, the taste was quite good and it matched well with various other ingredients.
Of course, the Shredded Pork with Water Bamboo Slices was one of the most classic dishes.
Although the color was different, the shape and size of the dish were all the same. One could tell the knife skills were quite outstanding.
"Let me taste it first," Min Dong said.
This was the dish he had ordered. If he didn't eat first, Cui Ping would not even move her chopsticks. Min Dong was willing to indulge her stubborn temper.
When he saw Cui Ping nod with a smile, Min Dong picked up his chopsticks and picked up a piece. There were both Shredded Pork and Water Bamboo Slices. When he put it into his mouth, a slightly spicy taste instantly livened up his mouth.
His saliva began to secrete automatically. The spicy taste highlighted the sweet taste of the Water Bamboo Slices. Coupled with the smooth and tender shredded pork, the rich gravy brought a different experience to the slightly sweet Water Bamboo Slices. The taste was undoubtedly outstanding.
But there was a big problem. This dish was undoubtedly very suitable for his taste, but not for Cui Ping!
Although it wasn't too spicy, Cui Ping really couldn't eat too much of this dish. She could only eat a little less. Only then did Min Dong confirm that the dish had been made according to his own taste, starting from the first stir-fried prawns.
"Didn't I tell you to make it lighter? What do we do now?" Min Dong didn't react on the surface, but he was panicking on the inside.
It was not an exaggeration to describe it as an ant on a hot pan. Especially when he saw Cui Ping pick up the chopsticks and was about to pick up the food, he had an urge to pick up the plate and pour all the food into his mouth to destroy the evidence.
But because he wasn't sure, his hands were a beat slower, and Cui Ping had already picked it up and put it in her mouth. Then, Cui Ping's face revealed a surprised expression.
It was indeed very delicious. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it was a supreme delicacy, but it didn't quite suit their tastes.
After chewing carefully, Cui Ping said, "Didn't you tell Head Chef Yuan to make it lighter? Are you used to this?"
Min Dong tried his best to restrain the saliva in his mouth from overflowing due to the strong taste. He forced himself to calm down and said, "I told you. It's probably because it tastes better this way, right?"
For some reason, he felt a little guilty, as if something was going to happen today. Even if he ate a dish with a slightly stronger taste that he hadn't eaten for a long time, he still felt unhappy.
"That should be the case. It's a pity that we can't eat too much. But it shouldn't be a problem for two people to share it," Cui Ping estimated the amount of food and their strength and felt that it should be fine.
Min Dong could only nod his head silently and speed up his eating to let Cui Ping eat less.
Before Min Dong could think of a way to prevent Cui Ping from finding out that his dishes were all slightly stronger, the next dish was served. However, it was Cui Ping's Double-skinned Japanese Fry.
The Double-skinned Japanese Fry was a great test of the chef's knife skills as well as his ability to handle the ingredients. For Yuan Zhou, this was definitely a piece of cake.
The shape of the fish was perfect. It didn't look like it was boneless or spiky, as if it had been modified.
"Such a perfect shape is something I have never seen before even when I was eating in my own province. Head Chef Yuan's ability is truly not to be underestimated," Cui Ping sighed with emotion.
"Hurry up and taste it," said Min Dong.
Then, Cui Ping started eating. Naturally, the taste was also very much in line with her own taste buds. It was light and refreshing without any excess taste. Yet, it was also very fresh and tasty, displaying her superb culinary skills.
Out of the four fish, Cui Ping ate three of them in one go. If it wasn't for her trying her best to convince herself to leave some for her fiancé and giving him an entire fish from the start, she probably wouldn't have been able to keep the fish.
Next was Min Dong's Steamed Shad. This dish was naturally prepared by Yuan Zhou according to Min Dong's taste buds. While retaining the original flavor of Jiangsu Cuisine, it also took into account Min Dong's strong taste buds.
Honestly speaking, if it wasn't Yuan Zhou, many chefs would probably fail at this point. Even if the dish was not cooked by Yuan Zhou, it would still be considered good. It was impossible for them to be like Yuan Zhou, who was able to perfectly combine the taste buds of the cuisine and the taste buds of the diners.
However, Yuan Zhou's dish was very delicious. When it came to Min Dong, he felt both pain and happiness at the same time. His mouth told him that he especially liked this dish, but his heart told him that it was over!
Especially when he saw that Cui Ping's expression became very strange, this feeling became very strong.
The dishes were served one after another. Soon, even the West Lake Beef Soup was served. Min Dong had a bad feeling in his heart.
As for Cui Ping, she really didn't find any problems at the beginning. However, one after another, the taste was not quite suitable. If it was in another restaurant, it would be fine. Even if she asked other restaurants to put less oil in their vegetable dishes, it would still be greasy.
But now, it was The Kitchen God who was sitting here. Especially when she suddenly remembered that someone had mentioned before that Yuan Zhou could provide the most suitable dishes for the diners he didn't know.
At that time, although she felt that it was a little ridiculous, Cui Ping felt that if it was Yuan Zhou, he might be able to do it. After all, there was only one Yuan Zhou at the top of Asia.
It was one thing to guess, but it was still very shocking to know that Yuan Zhou really had this ability. Compared to being shocked by her idol, she suddenly understood something and looked at Min Dong beside her.
If her idol hadn't revealed that he could tell the taste of people just by looking at them, she would still be kept in the dark and thought that Min Dong really liked to eat bland dishes like her.
Mixed with complicated emotions, Min Dong's expression became very strange. He had been very nervous all the time. Even though there were delicious dishes later, he was still trembling with fear.
His heart was like sitting on a roller coaster, going up and down. One moment, he was unconsciously happy because the dishes were suitable to his taste, and the next moment, he was worried because Cui Ping found out. It was really a complicated feeling. It was even more indescribable than knocking over ten bottles of five flavors in the kitchen.
"It doesn't matter if the taste is different. Let's just eat our own dishes. It's not a big deal. Don't hide it from me in the future." Cui Ping saw that if she still didn't say anything, Min Dong would probably cry, so she comforted him.
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