What Yuan Zhou knew about the Soft-fried Thumb Ring came from the information he had found and the information about Zhang Daqian's life provided by the system.
Therefore, he was quite clear about this dish, just that he hadn't tried it himself.
The Soft-fried Thumb Ring was golden-red in color. Beside it were fresh green and crisp lettuce and a small plate with dipping sauce.
This dish could be eaten with chopsticks or wrapped with lettuce and eaten together.
The thumb ring was actually the intestine head of a pig's intestine. A pig naturally had only one intestine head. The intestine head was cut into a diamond shape. Although it had been deep-fried, it wasn't hard and was still slightly soft when held between chopsticks.
"It looks like it," Yuan Zhou looked at it carefully and said.
Then, Yuan Zhou stuffed it into his mouth and began to chew.
The intestine head was originally a tough food that wasn't easy to chew, but this piece was different. Once it entered his mouth, he first felt the crispy outer shell and then the soft and tender intestine head inside.
"Ca Ca". Once it was bitten, a strange fragrance emitted from inside. The taste was completely different from that of pork. It was an indescribable taste, but it still tempted him to chew it mouthful after mouthful.
As the intestine head had been steamed first, it was very soft and tender. Coupled with the crispy outer shell, it tasted very good.
Yuan Zhou swallowed a mouthful of the Soft-fried Thumb Ring and drank three mouthfuls of warm water to rinse his mouth.
Then, he picked up another piece of the Soft-fried Thumb Ring. This time, Yuan Zhou first dipped it in the sauce bowl at the side and then picked up a piece of lettuce to wrap it.
Yuan Zhou nimbly used chopsticks to wrap it into a small cube. He didn't use his hands during the whole process and only used chopsticks to wrap it up before stuffing it into his mouth.
This time, the Soft-fried Thumb Ring had a more three-dimensional taste. First, it was the crispness of the wrapped vegetables, then the crispness of the crispy outer shell, the sweet and sour sauce, and finally the fragrant intestine head inside.
"Fragrant, crispy, crispy, soft and glutinous. Delicious." Yuan Zhou tasted it and said, "This dish can be classified as a top-grade dish."
When Yuan Zhou evaluated the food, he would either give it a score of ten or a high, medium, or low. Every one of his evaluations was accurate. However, there was one thing he was not wrong about. Yuan Zhou had given this dish an extremely high evaluation. Cao Zhishu was indeed capable.
In Yuan Zhou's opinion, this Soft-fried Thumb Ring was undoubtedly a success, as it had blended all the flavors together.
There were five pieces of the Soft Fried Thumb Ring and the lettuce in total. The dishes were very delicate and few in number. Basically, it was similar to the French dishes that Yuan Zhou had eaten.
Therefore, it didn't take long for them to finish this dish, and the waiter who appeared and disappeared mysteriously served them a new dish.
As usual, Yuan Zhou commented inwardly seriously. The next two dishes were all the same. The quantity was small but exquisite.
It was basically maintained when Yuan Zhou just finished eating and drinking some water. The Zhou Zhou Zhou T-Fried Pig Zhou had a drink. T-Fried Fried Zhou Zhou Ji-Fried T-Fried.
Basically, when Yuan Zhou had just finished eating and drank some water, the new dish was served. Except for some minor flaws in the side dishes, everything was good.
Yuan Zhou seemed to be very used to eating and there was basically no change in his expression. This caused Cao Zhishu, who was observing from the kitchen, to feel somewhat puzzled.
"This Head Chef Yuan is so young, yet he is able to keep his composure. From the beginning till the end, he has not revealed any other expression," Cao Zhishu rubbed his bald head.
In fact, what Cao Zhishu didn't know was that Yuan Zhou wasn't able to keep his composure. It was just a side effect of acting cold and aloof — facial paralysis!
"Head chef."
While Cao Zhishu was guessing, Little Zhao, who was beside him, immediately spoke up.
Little Zhao was the sous-chef of the three-star hotel where Yuan Zhou used to work. Naturally, he knew that Yuan Zhou would come for an exchange today.
He anxiously waited to see if it was really the Yuan Zhou he knew.
Of course, even if he had read the news about Yuan Zhou and seen his photos, he still couldn't believe it.
After all, in his impression, Yuan Zhou was only an odd-job worker in the hotel kitchen. How could he suddenly reach such a height?
Even if he was a rocket, he shouldn't be able to reach such a height.
As Cao Zhishu was the chef today, Little Zhao had to stay in the kitchen to help him learn. Therefore, he had yet to see the true face of Yuan Zhou.
"What's the matter? Is the fire ready? "Cao Zhishu asked.
"Senior brother is watching," Little Zhao answered obediently.
"Um. What are you doing here?" Cao Zhishu asked.
"Master, I don't think it's good to always wait for the waiter to deliver the dishes. I'm still young and don't stand out. I can ask about Head Chef Yuan's situation while I'm delivering the dishes," Little Zhao said nicely and proactively.
He was directly handing the ladder to Cao Zhishu, giving him a sufficient reason.
A famous chef like Cao Zhishu would never ask Yuan Zhou about his cooking or observe his expression from a close distance. Wouldn't that be degrading himself?
Naturally, Cao Zhishu wouldn't do such a thing. But it was necessary for him to know about Yuan Zhou's evaluation.
"Sure. Go and deliver this Spicy Boiled Fish," Cao Zhishu said without hesitation as he pointed at the freshly cooked dish.
"Don't worry, master," Little Zhao said nimbly.
Carrying the freshly baked Spicy Boiled Fish, Little Zhao walked anxiously to the private room on Mount Longmen.
"Let me do it, Chef Zhao," the waiter said proactively.
"No need. I'll do it myself," Little Zhao said solemnly.
"Alright," the waiter immediately retreated obediently.
Only then did Little Zhao carry the Spicy Boiled Fish into the private room on Mount Longmen where Yuan Zhou was.
"This is the signature dish of my restaurant, Spicy Boiled Fish. Please enjoy," Little Zhao lowered his head and earnestly served the dishes.
What a joke. Little Zhao didn't dare to cause any problems to Cao Zhishu's signature dish because of his jealousy. It was the best choice to serve the dishes on the table after introducing them.
"Thank you," Yuan Zhou wiped his mouth and said subconsciously.
After all, Yuan Zhou would say thank you almost every time. He had gotten used to it and naturally got used to the sudden appearance of the waiter.
After Yuan Zhou thanked him, Little Zhao also served the Spicy Boiled Fish. Only then did he raise his head.
Yuan Zhou was dressed in a Daoist robe and sitting on the carved wooden chair. His back was straight and his sitting posture was square. His hair was short, his expression was cautious and his figure wasn't thin.
Not only did he look spirited, but he was also a little handsome.
Judging from his face, he was indeed the Yuan Zhou that Little Zhao knew, the one who worked as a handyman in the kitchen, Yuan Zhou.
"Yuan Zhou?" Little Zhao uttered subconsciously.
Hearing his own name, Yuan Zhou also raised his head and looked over.
Yuan Zhou didn't recognize him immediately. After all, there were many people in the kitchen. This sous-chef really didn't have any dealings with him. He was more familiar with Dun Zi. Besides, it had been more than a year since they met, so Yuan Zhou couldn't recognize him.
"It's me, Zhao Xin, the sous-chef of the hotel," Little Zhao gnashed his teeth and said again.
"So it's sous-chef Zhao. So you changed your job," Yuan Zhou greeted him politely.
"I've been in Shu Restaurant for two years. I didn't expect you to be a chef," Little Zhao said with a complicated tone.
"I had some fortuitous encounters," Yuan Zhou suddenly thought of the system.
After saying that, the two of them fell silent. Yuan Zhou didn't know Little Zhao and Little Zhao didn't want to say anything more.
After all, not only had their identities been swapped, but it was also so exaggerated that they weren't even on the same level anymore. This was simply not in the same dimension.
"What the f * ck!" That was how Little Zhao felt.
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