As the God of Cooking, Yuan Zhou should have eaten all kinds of dishes. He should also like them, especially the dishes he cooked himself. The taste was absolutely superb. However, Yuan Zhou couldn't get used to the soybean milk.
It smelled similar to the sour cabbage, but there were some other indescribable flavors.
If it wasn't for his wife asking for the soybean milk, he wouldn't have prepared it yesterday. Jiao Quan and soybean milk were also very fragrant. They were the same thing.
After having a wife, Yuan Zhou expressed that he still needed to satisfy his wife's wishes all the time. That was the standard of a new good husband.
Of course, even if he didn't like it, as the future God of Cooking and the current Sage of Cooking, Yuan Zhou was still very professional. He must ensure that the food he cooked was absolutely authentic.
After taking a deep breath and smelling the aroma, he knew that it was the best time to drink the soybean milk. He immediately picked up the big white porcelain bowls and began to fill them up. Some ordered soybean milk, some ordered soybean milk, and some ordered both. No matter which one it was, Yuan Zhou remembered Qingqing Chu Chu. While preparing, he placed each customer's food on the tray so that Su Ruoyan could serve it to the customers.
When the plates were served to the customers, some of them found that this breakfast was different from others. It wasn't the difference between soybean milk and soybean milk, but something was missing.
He could tolerate anything except for the lack of food. Wuhai absolutely couldn't tolerate it.
Looking at his breakfast and Zheng Jiawei's breakfast, he found that a palm-sized plate was indeed missing. In it, there were some dark red filaments. There were fragrant sesame seeds wrapped around it, as if it was wearing a flowery dress. It should be pickled vegetables. One look and he could tell that it was salty and delicious. It was very different.
"Compass, I said that everyone would get one, but Jiawei got one more than me. This is differential treatment. This is against the rules. As Compass, how can you do this?"
Wu Hai had an expression that said 'You're heartless, you're rude, you're unreasonable', as if Yuan Zhou was a heartless man. Seeing this, Yuan Zhou had goosebumps all over his body and wanted to rebel.
"She ordered a set, but you asked for both soybean milk and soybean milk. Didn't you satisfy both of them?" Yuan Zhou immediately said. "That's right.
He was afraid that if he was a second late, Wuhai would be able to make an even scarier expression. They had just gotten married, so Yuan Zhou couldn't bear it.
"Then I want a set too. That pickled vegetable, right? I'll have a serving too."
Wu Hai didn't know how to be polite at all. He immediately asked for a serving when he got the answer. He could eat anything, but he couldn't eat without food. This was not the Wu Beast's dish.
"Ok," Yuan Zhou agreed neatly.
The pickled vegetable was also a type of sauce and wasn't a dish. It could be ordered. Of course, they had to follow the rule of one serving per customer.
Other customers who didn't order a set and only ordered the Jiao Huan Soy Milk or Jiao Huan Soy Milk all started to ask for the pickled vegetable. The appearance of the pickled vegetable was really good.
"The color is bright red and glossy. It's as thin as a strand of hair. It smells rich in sauce and has a faint fragrance of wine. It's indeed much better than the Numbing Golden Thread of Liubi House. It's perfect to eat with the Jiao Huan Soy Milk," Tan Mingxin sighed with emotion.
Right from the beginning, he had set his expectations for Yuan Zhou to the highest. When the food was served and he smelled the aroma, he knew that no amount of imagination or anticipation could describe the shock when the delicacy was served.
Most of the local people in the capital would eat the Jiao Huan Soy Milk with a sesame seed cake. The Horseshoe Sesame Seed Cake was one of the best. It got its name because it looked like a horse's hoof.
The surface was scorched and the skin peeled. One side of the cake directly swelled and exploded, revealing a dark yellow shadow. A whiff of the oily fragrance assaulted the nostrils, showing the existence of the Jiao Huan Soy Milk.
Not to mention the strong sense of presence of the soybean milk, which had been tempting Tan Mingxin's heart. After hesitating for a second, the old man decided to drink the soybean milk first because it smelled too fragrant.
After smelling it again with an intoxicated feeling, Tan Mingxin picked up the bowl and drank a big mouthful. The sour and refreshing taste spread on the tip of his tongue. Different from the sour taste of the Sour Plum Soup, it carried a kind of sour taste after fermentation. It was really complicated, but it was the taste of the most authentic soybean milk. As soon as the smooth soybean milk entered his mouth, his fiery and impetuous heart immediately calmed down.
Then, he picked up the Jiao Huan Soy Milk with a horseshoe and took a bite. The skin was crisp while the inside was very crispy after being fried. The taste of the Jiao Huan Soy Milk and the sesame seed cake could be said to be the best partner.
As he ate, he felt that the taste was too strong in his mouth. He picked up a piece of Ma Ren Golden Thread with his chopsticks. The salty fragrance was strong, with a hint of spiciness. It was very satisfying.
A mouthful of soybean milk, a mouthful of Horseshoe Jiao Huan Soy Milk, and a mouthful of Ma Ren Golden Thread. Tan Mingxin ate quite rhythmically, and the taste was rich in layers. He was very happy while eating.
Although the assistant next to him, Xiao He, had been in the capital for many years, he still politely declined the soybean milk. Therefore, he ate the Jiao Huan Soy Milk.
The mellow and sweet soybean milk with the Horseshoe Jiao Huan Soy Milk was really a king combination. It was very delicious. There were wet and dry ones. After eating a few mouthfuls of the Jiao Huan Soy Milk and drinking a mouthful of the soybean milk, it was simply the life of an immortal.
"The delicate hands are rubbed into jade, and the green oil is fried into a tender yellow color. The spring sleep at night is light and heavy, and the beauty's arm is wrapped with gold."
"No wonder the great writer Su Dongpo made an exception and wrote a poem for advertising. It turns out that this Jiao Huan is so delicious after it's fried."
Xiao He sighed with emotion. Nowadays, there were not many people in the capital who could eat authentic Jiao Rings. Just by hearing the name of Jiao Rings, one could tell that the degree of heat used to fry it was very important. If it was fried too much, it would really be burnt. There would be a burnt taste in the mouth and the taste would not be good. If it was fried too little, it would not be hot enough.
Although Little He had been following Tan Mingxin, he had seen a lot of things, but he had never eaten authentic Jiao Quan before. The Tan Family's cuisine really didn't have such things.
An authentic Beijing Cuisine breakfast had completely conquered Tan Mingxin's heart. If it wasn't for his old age, he might have wanted to become Tan Mingxin's disciple on the spot. After all, in the world of cooking, only the skilled could become the master. Yuan Zhou's level was already much higher than his, so it was reasonable for him to become Tan Mingxin's disciple. However, he felt that even if he wanted to, Yuan Zhou wouldn't accept him. After all, he was too old and would definitely not be as popular as the younger generation.
"If only Head Chef Yuan wasn't married. My granddaughter is also in her prime. She has delicate features and is quite pleasing to the eye," Tan Mingxin sighed inwardly.
After breakfast, the old man wasn't in a hurry to leave. The Beijing Cuisine should be on the menu, but he definitely wouldn't go back without trying other cuisines. It wasn't that he wanted to test anything, but if he didn't try the Beijing Cuisine cooked by Yuan Zhou, he would feel that he had made a wasted trip.
Moreover, he had something to tell Yuan Zhou about the matter of becoming a nominal disciple of Beijing Cuisine. Therefore, he waited outside the restaurant, waiting for the opening hours to end.
One hour passed quickly. When Yuan Zhou sent off the last customer, Tan Mingxin appeared in front of Yuan Zhou at lightning speed.
"Good morning, Head Chef Yuan. I'm Tan Mingxin. I hope you don't mind my sudden visit," Tan Mingxin appeared very modest.
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