It was known that Yuan Zhou was quite attentive when he was cooking. The last person who could spare time to take a look at him was Yin Ya.
Of course, Qin Minghao didn't feel happy at all. He was thinking about the dishes he had just ordered.
"I don't know how delicious the dishes here can be. They should be about the same as the dishes cooked by the Michelin three-star chefs. They are so famous," Qin Minghao thought to himself.
For some unknown reason, many people had a kind of blind pursuit of Michelin chefs.
It was just like many people believed that the watchmaking industry was stronger overseas. They really didn't believe that the chief executive of a famous watch brand was a Chinese.
If the Michelin three-star chefs knew Qin Minghao's thoughts, they would all want to ask him to let them go. If they were to compete with Chu Xiao, they would still have a bright future and hope. If they were to compete with Yuan Zhou, they would be so shocked that they started to doubt their own lives. Compared to the Mariana Trench, they still felt the trench was more intimate. No matter how deep it was, there would always be an end. However, there was no end to Yuan Zhou.
Every time you thought you had fully understood Yuan Zhou's strength, you would soon find that he had improved. It was really … an indescribable feeling.
Although Qin Minghao's thoughts seemed to be running a marathon, it actually didn't take long. Very soon, the first dish was served. It was Lung Filling.
It wouldn't take long for the dish to be prepared. It could be served directly. Because Lung Filling was not only a dish in Tibetan cuisine, but also in Xinjiang cuisine. It was a special dish of the Uygur people. The name and the way it was prepared were slightly different.
For example, in Tibetan cuisine, this dish was fried with something. In order to ensure the freshness of the taste, Yuan Zhou had indeed prepared the Lung Filling beforehand. However, the frying process was just finished. Therefore, it took him two minutes. The dish was still steaming hot when it was served.
The unique fragrance of the oil after frying permeated the whole nose, making people salivate. Even Qin Minghao, who was doubtful and uncertain at the beginning, couldn't help sniffing when he smelled the fragrance.
"It smells so good!" Qin Minghao said in a low voice.
Then, he focused his attention on the dish. This dish was made with sheep lungs. However, he didn't smell the sheep's odor yet, but the burnt smell was real.
Qin Minghao picked up a piece with his chopsticks. It was about the size of half a palm. This should be considered a relatively large dish. However, because of the delicacy of the plate, there was no trace of roughness at all. On the contrary, he felt that it was very beautiful. At least, that was what Qin Minghao thought.
Kacha!
He took a bite. The outside was fragrant and crispy, while the inside was fresh but not greasy. There was even a little tender feeling. Because the freshness of the sheep and the fragrance of the flour and butter were perfectly blended together, it was very delicious.
Originally, the fried lung was supposed to be a cold dish, but Yuan Zhou made some changes to it. He felt that eating it hot would better reflect its freshness.
"Huh? I didn't expect it to be so delicious! "It was the first time for Qin Minghao to eat something hot. In the past, he had always eaten it cold. After all, it was a cold dish.
He grew up alone with difficulty. Naturally, there was no elder to cook for him. This dish was enough for him to support himself. In the future, he would eat it in a restaurant. Naturally, it would be cold.
Because it was just fried, although Yuan Zhou had calculated the time, it was still slightly hot, which made people reluctant to put it down.
"Hiss … It's so hot. It's so delicious." While eating, Qin Minghao felt that the chopsticks in his hand were a hindrance. He directly grabbed it and ate it with his hands.
In Tibet, whether it was eating Zanba, highland barley cake, or beef and mutton, many people used their hands as cutlery. Therefore, Qin Minghao felt that his hands were the most reliable. After going through the process of using chopsticks, he felt that it was a lot slower and delayed his eating.
Of course, it didn't take long before it was gone. The plate was empty. When he touched the empty plate just now, he thought that his hands would be full of oil. However, there wasn't. There wasn't even any oil stain, let alone any residue that would fall after being fried.
"This Boss Yuan is a little stingy. Not only is the portion small, but there isn't any residue left. He really doesn't let those who like to lick the plate live." Qin Minghao murmured in a low voice.
Then, his attention was attracted by the young man standing beside him, who was eating a poached chicken. The originally jade-white chicken was dipped in the special sauce, and the bright red color immediately dyed the originally plain chicken. The beautiful color made people feel that the taste of this chicken should be quite good without even tasting it.
"The chicken also looks good." Qin Minghao stared at it for a few times.
This made the young man beside him feel his very hot gaze. He immediately hugged the plate and dipping sauce closer to himself out of conditioned reflex. This was already a habitual action.
Although he hadn't met Wu Hai before, the tradition of The Kitchen God of snatching dishes would make every new customer learn to protect their own dishes quickly.
Qin Minghao was a little puzzled. Was he afraid that he would snatch the dishes?
It was really inexplicable. Qin Minghao took a look at the chicken again and then turned his head, "Boiled chicken tastes just like that. I heard that the taste is quite good when it's braised. Why don't I order one after I finish eating it?"
As a matter of fact, Qin Minghao didn't eat chicken before. He didn't know where he got the habit from, but he just felt that chicken definitely didn't taste good. He could accept beef and mutton, pork and duck, but chicken was the only thing that he didn't like.
It was the first time that he had the urge to eat chicken when he saw it. Therefore, Qin Minghao decided to satisfy the requirements of his stomach. After all, he had earned a lot of money just to live a better life.
Before Qin Minghao could imagine the taste of the chicken, his next dish was served. It was blood sausage.
This dish was a specialty of the north and could be found in many places, especially in some ethnic minorities such as the Manchus. They would even use the white meat blood sausage as a sacrificial offering.
Of course, the Tibetan blood sausage was naturally different. It was made with the best yak meat and cow blood. Looking at such a beautiful color, Qin Minghao knew that the yak meat was definitely of the top quality.
"Is this supposed to be hugged and chewed?" Qin Minghao was a little puzzled.
The blood sausage was about the length of a forearm and was placed in a circle on a snow-white plate. The outermost circle was surrounded by a circle of green vine-like branches. There were no other decorations except this. The red, white and green contrasted very well, but no matter how beautiful it was, it wasn't very good if it wasn't cut.
With the previous lung-filling deliciousness as a foundation, Qin Minghao didn't complain. Instead, he frowned slightly and reached out his hand, intending to pick it up and eat it.
However, when Qin Minghao's fingers touched the blood sausage, the blood sausage scattered like dominoes with the slight strength of his fingers.
Then, he felt as if there were flowers blooming in front of him. The petals opened slowly. At first, it was just a flower bud. Slowly, the petals opened one after another until it bloomed into a tuba. The blooming posture made people feel that this was definitely the best moment of the flower's life.
The blood red color contrasted with the surrounding green vines that looked like branches and leaves, like a red flower blooming in a green bush.
"A work of art?" Qin Minghao sighed with emotion in a low voice.
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