Chapter 312
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The baseball juvenile was a little uneasy in his heart.
"Boss Yuan, why?" The juvenile looked at Yuan Zhou and asked nervously.
"Never mind. There are still three minutes left." Yuan Zhou looked at the pig shoulder again and said affirmatively.
"Boss Yuan, I'm very nervous if you act like this." The juvenile looked at the delicacies on the table and swallowed his saliva.
"Don't be anxious." Yuan Zhou comforted him calmly.
"Boss Yuan, you scared this little kid." Ling Hong was also very curious, but he didn't ask directly. Instead, he said that.
"Okay. You can eat now." Yuan Zhou checked the time and then looked at the pig shoulder. Then, he signaled the juvenile.
"Uh? Is it okay? That's it? "The juvenile was a little surprised. He waited for five minutes without doing anything and then he could eat?
"Please enjoy your meal." Yuan Zhou reached out his hand and said courteously.
"Really?" The baseball juvenile was a little perturbed.
"Please." Yuan Zhou nodded the head.
"Boss Yuan is so strange sometimes." The baseball juvenile ridiculed speechlessly.
Then, he found the dishes had already become cold after such a long delay.
"Boss, the dishes have been cold for so long. How can we eat them?" The baseball juvenile said discontentedly.
"It's just nice when it's cold." Yuan Zhou said affirmatively.
"Boss, what do you mean? This is a meaty dish. If you eat it cold, you will have diarrhea." The baseball juvenile indicated that he understood that.
"My Dongpo Pig Shoulder can only be eaten cold except when it's hot. It can't be eaten warm." Yuan Zhou crossed his arms against his chest and said solemnly.
"Haw?" The baseball juvenile indicated that he didn't understand.
Yuan Zhou didn't explain anymore and continued to do his own things.
"Hurry up and try it. I have never eaten it cold before." Ling Hong egged him on excitedly.
"Can it be eaten cold?" The baseball juvenile looked at the pig shoulder that wasn't steaming anymore and was quite hesitant.
"Boss Yuan has never violated his own principles. Since he's called Compass, it's definitely correct. Why don't you try it and you'll know?" Ling Hong said straightforwardly.
"It seems to make sense." The baseball boy felt that something was wrong.
He didn't quite understand the relationship between principles and lying, but it sounded right.
"Then I can eat now." The baseball boy picked up his chopsticks and prepared to eat.
However, he still cautiously scooped the rice first to fill his stomach. This way, he wouldn't feel greasy and wouldn't have diarrhea.
When he picked up the bowl to eat, he remembered that the pork knuckle was cold, so the rice must be cold too. However, the rice was about to enter his mouth, so the youth ate it directly.
"It's actually warm." As soon as the rice entered his mouth, the boy in the baseball cap found that it was still warm.
The young man, who didn't believe it, reached out to touch the rice bowl. It was indeed warm. He then reached out to touch the pork knuckle. It was indeed cold.
"How strange," the young man muttered and ate another two mouthfuls of rice.
Only then did he start to eat the pork shoulder.
In his opinion, the pork knuckle must be cold and oily. After all, it was not meant to be eaten cold.
This kind of large meat dish was usually very greasy and unpalatable when eaten cold.
It was obvious that the gravy on the pork knuckle had congealed.
"This is the spoon provided by our restaurant." Zhou Jia handed a spoon to the youth.
"Oh, okay. Thank you." Just when the youth didn't know how to eat it, the spoon arrived.
He received the spoon habitually and directly scooped up the Dongpo Pork Knuckle.
"It's the first time for me to eat the Dongpo Pork Knuckle with a spoon." The youth muttered while he scooped up the pork knuckle.
However, he could finally eat it now.
He scooped up a piece of pork knuckle with the meat jelly on it.
It was a beautiful and transparent amber color. It was trembling and looked extraordinarily attractive.
"It looks good," Ling Hong who was watching at the side said affirmatively.
As soon as the pork knuckle entered the mouth, the cold meat began to melt slowly when it touched the warm mouth cavity.
"Ba Ji Ba Ji". After chewing for a while, the crispy meat softened and the meat skin was a little tough and chewy. The meat jelly wrapped around the pork knuckle carried a delicate fragrance and a hint of sourness, which immediately neutralized the taste of the whole pork knuckle.
"It's so delicious. I didn't expect it to taste like this when it's cold." The youth revealed a surprised expression. Then, he continued scooping up the pork knuckle with the spoon and started to eat.
As the pork knuckle was cooked for a very long time by Yuan Zhou, the lean meat inside basically melted in the mouth. Due to the different processing methods, the meat skin had the texture of the leather and increased the chewiness. What was more wonderful was the meat jelly.
It tasted refreshing and the hint of sourness completely stimulated one's appetite. Eating the pork knuckle was simply getting twice the result with half the effort.
When the youth ate to the middle, the originally smooth and soft bones made of antler vegetables were revealed.
The youth scooped it with the spoon habitually. Only then did he find the bones made of antler vegetables no longer felt smooth and soft. Instead, they were a little elastic when he poked them, just like the feeling of jelly.
"So miraculous. It's solidified, isn't it?" The youth poked it for a few times with great interest and then forcefully poked a piece off to eat.
The bones made of antler vegetables not only looked like the jelly when he poked them, but also tasted more like it. However, the texture of the jelly was crispy, just like the antler vegetables salad.
"Boss Yuan, is it because of the antler vegetables in the middle that you can't eat the pork knuckle warm?" Ling Hong had an accurate vision and a good judgment. He guessed that immediately.
"That's right. Warmth will affect the texture." Yuan Zhou nodded the head and said affirmatively.
"A dish can surprisingly be eaten in two different ways just because of a side dish. It seems that the texture of the two ways is different." Ling Hong sighed with emotion and said.
"Boss Yuan refreshed my view of Dongpo Pig Knuckle again." A customer at the side was also very surprised.
"A single Dongpo Pig Knuckle is already so delicious. Now, there's surprisingly a second way to eat it. It seems that it's just because Boss Yuan wants to pursue perfection." The customer indicated that it was fortunate that he wasn't a Virgo. Otherwise, he would be as speechless as Boss Yuan.
"Boss Yuan is so amazing again." Judging from his tone, it was obvious that he often played games.
"Only now do I know what is called continuous improvement. Should I go back and write the report three times to make it perfect before handing it in?" The customer muttered to himself while taking the phone.
"Three times is not enough. I think Boss Yuan must have tried to cook it more than ten times. You can try to keep up with him." It was a customer who gave a suggestion.
"Good. This is very Boss Yuan's style." Ling Hong indicated that it was no wonder that he liked the dishes here.
Only by pursuing perfection and having a serious attitude could one cook delicacies.
"Let's order a serving of the pig knuckle and eat it cold. What do you think?" A customer at the side had already started to plan to try the new taste.
"That's a good idea. How do we divide it?" The customers who hit it off immediately started to discuss the problem of dividing the booty.
"Half for each of us. Equally." It sounded quite a fair way of dividing.
If there was one, there would be two. Therefore, many customers started to form companions with other customers who were familiar with them or had talked with them before. In this way, they could eat the Dongpo Pig Knuckle.
Never underestimate the determination of a foodie.
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