It was mainly because Chef Li's restaurant was known as the most authentic Dongpo Meat Restaurant in China. Using the name of the dish as its name showed how confident Chef Li was. If it wasn't for Yuan Zhou's appearance, it would still be the same.
Chef Li had spent 50 years researching a dish. Naturally, he wanted to make it perfect. Even someone without talent would be able to make a good dish in such a long time. Moreover, Chef Li was also a talented person. Naturally, the dish he researched would be the same.
Yan Ming had thought so in the past. The Dongpo Meat cooked by Chef Li with talent and time was definitely the best in China.
In order to eat the authentic Dongpo Meat, he had to make a reservation in advance even if he was on good terms with Chef Li.
Chef Li's Dongpo Meat Restaurant not only served only one meat dish, but the number of tables was also limited to 10 every day. If one didn't have the ability, one wouldn't be able to eat it.
Yan Ming had once spent a lot of effort to eat it. But now, it was different. With Yuan Zhou's presence, Chef Li was much better than him. Furthermore, he couldn't make a reservation. As long as he lined up in advance, he would probably be able to eat it. Of course, the premise was that he had to stay at Taoxi Road all the time like today. Otherwise, if he came early, it would all depend on his luck.
"I wonder what Chef Li will think when he finds out that Head Chef Yuan has created a Zhejiang Cuisine?"
While thinking, Yan Ming picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks. Without taking a bite, he directly sent it into his mouth. The mellow and fragrant taste instantly exploded on the tip of his tongue.
The Dongpo Meat was cooked without a single drop of water. Because the water was replaced with wine, not only did the outside of the meat have the fragrance of wine, but the inside of the meat also had a lingering fragrance of wine.
The taste was mellow and juicy, soft yet not broken, fragrant yet not greasy. When the meat was picked up by the chopsticks, it only sank into the meat without breaking. From this, one could tell how excellent Yuan Zhou's skill was.
Chef Li's Dongpo Meat was simmered for a long time, so he had to tie the meat with cotton thread before steaming it. This was to prevent the meat from falling apart. However, Yuan Zhou's Dongpo Meat was obviously useless. The dish he made seemed to have walked out of a book.
The skin was soft and chewy, the fat melted in the mouth, and the lean meat was plump and tender. However, the aroma of the wine and shallots neutralized the aroma of the meat, making the vegetable oily but not greasy, fragrant and delicious.
The meat that was chosen was half fat and half lean. It was just right. It wouldn't seem too dry because of the lean meat, or too greasy because of the fat. The heat was also just right, so that everything about this dish was just right. There was only one thing that Yan Ming felt was too little after eating it.
The juice had been collected very cleanly. Besides some ginger and onions that had been soaked in the juice, there was no extra juice at the bottom of the pot. Even if he wanted to drink it, there was no way for him to do so. Yan Ming could only sweep all the ingredients into his mouth.
Four empty dishes were placed in front of him. Qingqing told Yan Ming that he had already eaten four dishes. In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that the plates were not put away, he would definitely think that he hadn't finished the dishes he had ordered. After all, his stomach was not full at all, and he felt that there was still space.
"I still underestimated my stomach. It can obviously take on more difficult tasks."
Yan Ming decisively ordered another two dishes, which were also famous dishes of Zhejiang Cuisine, Braised Spring Bamboo Shoots and Braised Meat with Dried Vegetables. After eating the two dishes, he felt that there was no more food in his stomach.
Only then did he reluctantly leave his seat and walk towards the outside of the restaurant. There was still a long line of people waiting to eat there. Yan Ming was embarrassed to stay in his seat for fear of accidents.
In fact, Zhejiang Cuisine was very particular. It was not only about the cooking method, but also about the ingredients. In "Occasional Encounters in Leisure", there was a saying that "The world is full of good things and benefits," which meant that one should eat the original taste of the best ingredients.
Paying attention to the original taste, one should take the essence and get rid of the dregs. On this point, the Dongpo Pork that Yan Ming had just eaten was outstanding.
Of course, Yan Ming didn't understand this professional knowledge. He only knew that the Dongpo Pork was very delicious, especially the Dongpo Pork made by Yuan Zhou. It could be regarded as the love of his life.
Different from others who liked to eat beef, mutton, or chicken, Yan Ming had always liked to eat pork, which could be said to be the food of the commoners. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to get along well with Chef Li.
Yan Ming could eat pork from head to tail, and there was nothing he didn't like. But from today onwards, he obviously had a favorite, and that was the Dongpo Pork made by Yuan Zhou.
Even the Dongpo Pork made by Chef Li was Yan Ming's favorite. It was still far from being his favorite. From this, it could be seen that he really liked it.
"Little Wang, I will fax Head Chef Yuan's modification plan to you in a while. You can start working on it after you finish recording it. We don't have much time left. I have decided to stay in Chengdu and focus on Head Chef Yuan's wedding decorations. If there is anything I need to deal with, just send it to me."
The moment he squeezed out of the crowd, Yan Ming impatiently took out his phone and called his assistant, Little Wang, to inform him of the matter.
Firstly, it was because Yuan Zhou's matter was very urgent. Secondly, it was to give him an early warning of Yan Ming's whereabouts.
China's Chef King's wedding was a very important matter. He had to personally watch over it. Otherwise, if something went wrong, it wouldn't just be a matter of ruining the restaurant's reputation. It definitely wouldn't be because he wanted to stay here and eat more delicious food.
After making the arrangements, Yan Ming looked back at the restaurant's signboard that was hidden in the darkness of the night. He felt it was a pity, "I heard that I have to draw lots to drink at night. The drawing can only be done in the morning. I didn't make it in time today. Looks like I can only come early tomorrow to try my luck."
After making the arrangements, Yan Ming planned to go to the office on the neighboring street to see if there were any omissions. After all, he was a professional planner. Not only did he know how to eat, he also knew how to do practical work.
Yuan Zhou didn't know what Yan Ming was thinking. After he finished the dinner hour conscientiously, he began to busy himself with the matters of the pub again.
Speaking of which, since the pub tried the effect of gathering people together last time, every person who drew lots could no longer bring only three or four people to drink. This was a society of human relations. Who didn't have some relatives or friends? Some relied on their connections, and so on. In this way, each person could bring no less than five people.
Every day, the pub was especially lively. In addition, there were performances from time to time, which made it even more lively. Of course, everyone had a sense of propriety and didn't make too much noise. It just made the pub seem more popular.
Of course, if it wasn't for the fact that the pub's wine had a lot of varieties, no matter how many human relations one had, it would be useless in front of Yuan Zhou's wine. For example, when there was only the bamboo wine previously, they really wanted to drink it alone. After all, there was only one pot, and they felt that it wasn't enough for them. How could they share it with others?
Therefore, the people who drew lots to drink every day didn't know if they should feel lucky or unlucky. This was indeed a problem.
After handing over the pub to Mao Ye, Yuan Zhou was finally free. Since Yin Ya wasn't around, Yuan Zhou casually made some food and began to study French cuisine.
There were quite a few foreign customers every day. When Yuan Zhou offered benefits to the local Chinese customers, he didn't intend to favor one and discriminate against the other. After he thoroughly studied the French dishes, he would put them on the menu. It would be better to offer more benefits to the foreign customers.
Of course, it was just a thought. Yuan Zhou hadn't revealed it yet. Everything was waiting for time to ferment.
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