After a while, the dish that Ma Zhida ordered with his half-year reward arrived.
This time, he ate very slowly, savoring the taste bit by bit. He was very serious and carefree.
"Oh, it's delicious. It's really my favorite dish," Ma Zhida praised as he ate.
What a joke. The dish that he ordered as a reward after working hard for half a year was naturally more delicious.
Ma Zhida ate very happily. No matter how slowly he ate, the Beer Duck was still in his stomach.
Speaking of which, every time Ma Zhida came to eat a new dish, he would order plain rice from the 100 Styles of Rice Cuisine. This time was no exception. But strangely, he had a strange request.
He asked Zhou Jia if the plain rice could be served with the Taro Chicken and not with the Beer Duck.
Although it was strange, it was simple. Hence, Zhou Jia nodded and agreed. After working in Yuanzhou shop for some time, Zhou Jia was able to make her own decisions and didn't need to trouble Yuan Zhou anymore.
As for the Taro Chicken, there had always been two very heated debates about this dish. Simply put, which was more important in the Taro Chicken, the chicken or the taro?
Many people said that they ate the Taro Chicken for the soft and sticky taro. The other side said that the chicken was more important and the taro was only to enhance the flavor.
In any case, both sides had their reasons. Yuan Zhou's Taro Chicken was a fair treatment of the two ingredients. One could say that the taro had enhanced the flavor of the chicken, while the other could also say that the freshness of the chicken had soaked into the taro. With that, the debate between the two sides became even more intense.
Because both dishes were cooked by Yuan Zhou to the extreme.
Of course, there were also the heretics who said that the sauce was the king. They said that the sauce from the Taro Chicken should be used to mix with the rice.
Ma Zhida was one of the heretics. He poured all the taro chicken sauce in the bowl into the rice. The sauce was very thick because the taro powder was mixed in the sauce. When it was mixed with the rice, it was very fragrant.
Just looking at Ma Zhida, his eyes were shining. The brownish-red sauce wrapped around the rice, exuding an enchanting aroma and glossy oil droplets. It was very appetizing.
"Woo," Ma Zhida stuffed a mouthful of rice into his mouth. It was the white rice of Yuan Zhou's 100 Styles of Rice Cuisines. The rice grains were chewy. Coupled with the fragrance of the chicken and taro, it was so delicious that he didn't want to chew it up.
A mouthful of rice and a mouthful of vegetables. Ma Zhida's expression was one of satisfaction.
That night, many diners ordered new dishes. Even the latter half of the meal attracted Zhang Yan's attention. It should be known that Zhang Yan was in a meeting and suddenly interrupted it to rush over.
"Chairman, look at the number of people lining up to get the number ticket. We won't be able to eat today," the assistant said carefully.
"It seems so." Zhang Yan looked at the long line at the entrance and sighed.
"In the past, I've always admired shops with rules. No matter who it is, they have to follow the rules. After all, everyone is equal in front of good food." Zhang Yan changed the topic and continued, "But today, it's my turn. Looking at this restaurant, I only have one thing I want to say …"
Speaking up to this point, Zhang Yan abruptly turned around and left the restaurant.
Not finishing one's words was the behavior that deserved a beating. Therefore, when he reached the end of the street, the assistant couldn't help but ask him what he wanted to say.
Zhang Yan shook his head and didn't want to say it. His expression was somewhat … somewhat … The assistant couldn't find the right word to describe it. Therefore, he could only use an internet term: Pain in the ass.
In order to change the atmosphere, the assistant said, "Chairman, you said that Head Chef Yuan has become a grandmaster of Sichuan Cuisine. What's going on? Hasn't Head Chef Yuan's Sichuan Cuisine always been amazing? After all, he has already become the exemplary restaurant. "
"Previously, the menu of Yuan Zhou's restaurant only had Shanghe Gang's dishes. In other words, Xiaohe Gang and Xiaohe Gang's dishes were not available," Zhang Yan said.
Since he was able to become Zhang Yan's assistant, he naturally knew the detailed classification of Sichuan Cuisine. However, after listening to Zhang Yan's description, the assistant was puzzled.
"Chairman, are you saying that Head Chef Yuan isn't good at Xiaohe Gang and Xiaohe Gang's dishes?" the assistant asked.
Zhang Yan shook his head and said, "Shanghe Gang, Xiaohe Gang, and Xiaohe Gang are three types of Sichuan Cuisine. Although there are some differences, it's impossible for one of them to not know the others."
"Looking at the dishes on Yuan Zhou's menu, they are all dishes that have reached the pinnacle in a certain sense," Zhang Yan said.
The assistant understood, "Chairman, are you saying that only Shanghe Gang's Sichuan Cuisine is because the other two can still be improved?"
"Some people say that people nowadays are impetuous. I don't agree with that. I think it's because people nowadays are used to a fast pace. That's why they slow down and study their craft. They can no longer keep up with the times," Zhang Yan said with a sigh.
In the past, when Zhang Yan was learning his craft, he could study for several months just because he wasn't satisfied with a single ingredient. But now, he couldn't help but sigh.
"Chairman, isn't Head Chef Yuan's success proof that studying hard isn't behind the times? No matter what, putting one's heart into something is always better than not putting one's heart into it," the assistant said with a gentle voice. While saying that, he turned around and took a glance at the long line in front of the Yuanzhou shop.
Putting one's heart into something was always better than not putting one's heart into it. It was so simple that even a child could understand it.
"It's rare to see a chef as calm as Yuan Zhou these days. Moreover, in the WeChat group, someone sent a new menu. There are Xiahebang, Xiaohebang, and even dim sum. This means that Yuan Zhou is very confident in the entire Sichuan Cuisine," Zhang Yan said with satisfaction and admiration.
This was also the reason why Zhang Yan said that Yuan Zhou had already become a grandmaster of Sichuan Cuisine.
After listening to Zhang Yan's analysis, the assistant also felt that Head Chef Yuan was truly like a hermit.
With his current income, it wasn't a joke to say that he had crushed most people. But even so, Yuan Zhou was still studying cooking all day long.
How many people would be able to achieve this under such a successful situation?
"Set the time earlier tomorrow to make more time," Zhang Yan instructed. He had to eat it tomorrow.
The assistant nodded. He would be busy again in two days. Therefore, his work was also very busy.
As the chairman of the Sichuan Cuisine Chef's Alliance, Zhang Yan basically represented the other customers. When he heard that the Yuanzhou shop had many new dishes, many customers who had no time to eat would also take some time out to eat.
For example, Yin Ya. These days, she had been busy with a big project in her company.
But when she found out about this in the WeChat group, Yin Ya directly took a leave and prepared to eat and relax.
"I haven't been here for a long time. I'm starting to miss it." Wearing the burgundy high-heeled shoes, Yin Ya combed her hair behind her ears and looked at the back of Yuan Zhou who was cooking earnestly in the restaurant.
However, it was unknown whether Yin Ya was thinking about the taste of the dishes in the restaurant or the chef …
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