Each of the Crow Head in the brown coarse porcelain bowl was about the size of a 1RMB coin. Therefore, the grandpa could just pick one up with his chopsticks.
The cooked Crow Head was as white as jade and slightly transparent. Because of its irregular shape, it looked a little wild and interesting.
As soon as the Crow Head entered the mouth, it carried the fragrance of wheat on the surface and felt smooth in the mouth. With a slight bite, the texture was soft and a little chewy.
When it was bitten open, the middle of the Crow Head seemed to be wrapped with the broth, which was very warm and delicious.
"Wow. It turns out to be the clear chicken soup. Really good." The grandpa ate up a piece and immediately praised.
"It's indeed very good." Wuhai also squinted his eyes and said contentedly.
The grandpa set down the chopsticks and drank a mouthful of the soup.
Because it was the clear chicken soup, all the fat had been removed. The soup was as clear as water, but it was full of the freshness of the chicken.
After a mouthful, the warm chicken soup immediately passed through the throat. The freshness of the chicken also stayed in the mouth along with the chicken soup.
After the mouthful, it was simply a delicious taste. Not eating the chicken was better than eating the chicken.
"It's so delicious. How many old chickens were used to make it so delicious?" The grandpa looked at the chicken soup in the bowl contentedly.
"Exactly. After a mouthful, I feel my whole body becomes spirited." A customer at the side said that and drank another mouthful of the chicken soup.
Apart from other things, the grandpa had drunk a lot of chicken soup. After all, his wife didn't like anything else but went to the countryside to buy those free-reared chickens to stew the soup.
Therefore, the grandpa knew the chicken soup was stewed with old hens as soon as he drank it. More importantly, the soup wasn't bland at all. Instead, the taste was fresh and rich.
From that, it could be seen that Yuan Zhou had used a lot of ingredients to cook this bowl of chicken soup.
However, that wasn't the point. He had thought that after drinking the bland, refreshing and extremely delicious chicken soup, the Crow Head, namely the dough, would be bland and tasteless.
However, as soon as the dough entered the mouth, the grandpa knew he was wrong.
As usual, the dough was as big as a coin. After he bit it, the delicious chicken soup in his mouth didn't take away the wheat fragrance of the dough.
Instead, it directly wrapped the dough and was released slowly when he chewed it.
Because of the different shapes, the chewiness of each of them was also different. This time, the old man even tasted a salty taste.
The saltiness was deeply hidden in the Old Crow Head. It was this little saltiness that changed the entire taste again.
After all, among the five tastes of sourness, sweetness, bitterness, spiciness, and saltiness, saltiness was the most important. Therefore, the saltiness naturally dominated the taste in the mouth.
Moreover, whether it was the freshness of the chicken soup or the chewiness and softness of the Old Crow Head, the taste became richer with the saltiness as the base.
Because of the delicious food, the people in the restaurant were no longer arguing about who would be chosen. However, the people lining up outside didn't stop.
"I saw it just now. It's surprisingly the dough that won." A customer was a little discontented.
"That's right. No matter what, our green meatballs are better than the dough balls." A customer at the side chimed in.
These two people seemed to be from the same place. They were from the same hometown.
"That's not dough. We call it Old Crow Head." This person was the chosen customer. He was dressed in a decent suit with a gray wool coat on the outside. He spoke in a refined manner.
"It's the one you mentioned, right?" The customer at the side immediately said.
"Yes. That's me. I really can't wait to try Boss Yuan's craftsmanship." The person nodded the head and then said.
"What? Haven't you come here to eat before?" The customer at the side said angrily.
"Exactly. Due to some reasons, I really haven't come here to eat before." The person nodded the head according to the customer at the side.
"What kind of luck is that? He won it before even eating it." A customer at the side immediately said discontentedly.
"There's no name on the note. Boss Yuan said there are rules for the selection." The thin and tall man who maintained the order immediately frowned and contradicted.
"I'm just complaining. I also want Boss Yuan to cook the delicacies of my hometown." The customer immediately said with a grievance.
Of course, he was also a little discontented with the dough ball in his heart. Besides, there were quite a few people who thought so.
"Luck. It's all luck." The cultured man said modestly with a smile on his face.
It was just that his modesty made others want to beat him.
"Did you vote for the Old Crow Head?" A customer suddenly asked.
"Yes." The cultured man nodded the head.
"Isn't it also called the Dough Mouse?" A customer questioned.
"It's also the same thing. It's just that different places have different names for it. As far as I know, there's also the Chicken Skull. Of course, there's also the Poached Fish Noodles or the Dough Monkey." The cultured man answered earnestly.
"Now that you mention it, I've also heard of the Wheat Frogs. It's because that thing looks like the peeled frog legs. Tsk-tsk." While saying that, the customer clicked his tongue. He probably felt the frog legs were a little unsightly.
"Will Boss Yuan also cook it like the frog legs?" It was a girl who asked that. She seemed to attach more importance to the food.
Some girls indeed couldn't accept eating frogs.
"No, he won't. I saw it. It's a snow-white and round dough ball." Immediately, another customer came out to refute.
As the topic became more and more off-topic, another customer suggested.
"Why don't we discuss what to vote for today?" A customer suggested that.
"Yeah, yeah. We were just talking about that and didn't think of that." The other customers echoed one after another.
As soon as he said that, the customers started to recall their memories one after another. Due to the name of the Crow Man, the names they wrote down were mainly strange and eccentric.
Some of them might not be cooked by themselves and were just heard of when they were young. Therefore, those customers didn't let go of them. Besides, some of them weren't even snacks.
After the paper slips were put in in full swing, it was almost the customers' turn to go in and eat. The second batch of people that entered the restaurant included the customer who was dissatisfied with the dough ball just now.
However, after Zhou Jia took a bite of the lump on the table, her dissatisfaction immediately vanished into thin air.
Because of the precedent of the Crow Man, the customers knew that Yuan Zhou would definitely choose to cook it. Therefore, the enthusiasm for writing the suggestions was unprecedentedly high.
Therefore, when Yuan Zhou took back the box in the evening, the paper slips couldn't be taken out because they were stuffed too tightly.
"How enthusiastic they are. I feel they are more than twice as many as yesterday." Shin Min volunteered to open the box.
"Um." Yuan Zhou nodded his head and waited silently.
It was indeed more than twice as many. Yuan Zhou had prepared five stacks of paper today, but the customers still prepared several stacks of paper by themselves.
From that, the enthusiasm of the customers could be seen.
"Boss Yuan, do you need my help today?" Shin Min unpacked part of the paper and asked.
"No need." Yuan Zhou still said affirmatively.
"Okay. I'm going upstairs." Shin Min nodded her head and then went back to the second floor.
Although the number of paper slips had doubled, some of them were repeated. Therefore, Yuan Zhou didn't read them anymore and just looked at those new snacks.
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