Chapter 431 It’s so unpalatable, try it

"Boss, bring a large portion of rice." Wen Xinyuan tasted the food, and while continuing to pick up the pork liver with a slurry, he said to the proprietress who was serving the dish.

The proprietress put down the preserved egg, eggplant, and special chicken offal, turned around and went to the kitchen to get a big bowl, added rice and served it.

"You asked for rice today. Don't call me stingy when we get back. All we eat when we treat others to a meal is rice. Want more rice?" The fat man mocked Wen Xinyuan while picking up the rice spoon. Seeing Guan Yingxia nod, he immediately served Guan Yingxia rice.

"They are all good dishes. It would be a loss if you don't order rice. Give more." After the fat man served the rice to Guan Yingxia, Zhao Xiaojing and himself, Wen Xinyuan consciously handed the bowl over.

"It turns out that the special chicken offal is just scrambled eggs with chicken offal." In front of Zhao Xiaojing was the freshly served special chicken offal. In addition to sliced ​​chicken gizzards, chicken intestines, and chicken hearts, there were also beautifully fried egg flowers that were very loose.

"A Hunan specialty, Nong Jia Yi Wan Xiang, is also stir-fried pork with chili peppers and egg drop soup, but the addition of the egg really makes the aroma different from the original dish. Although the only ingredient is the egg, the taste is completely different."

"Well, before you came today, Sister Xia, Teacher Dang Yongge said that adding eggs, whether the egg liquid is used to wrap the ingredients or the eggs are fried into egg flowers, will allow the egg gas to invade and make the dishes burn. This is a fixed combination." Wen Xinyuan said.

"Teacher Dang, is that what you said? It's only been a short time, and you can still spread the word so softly!"

"I finally understand why the background story you gave me was so fake. It's like selling Chanel at a street stall. It's outrageous."

"Next time, listen to me and Guan Yingxia, don't listen to him." The fat man sneered while helping the proprietress who came to serve the dishes move the plates. "Share the pork liver and eggplant to make room."

The bandit pork liver and preserved egg with pepper and eggplant were the most popular. They were almost all gone. The four of them each got a small portion with their chopsticks and asked the proprietress to clear the plates.

Although we were still not satisfied, the newly served pickled bamboo shoots immediately took the position of the best dish to go with rice. The special chicken offal was also finished with everyone's efforts. The rice was also quickly consumed and a second serving was served.

"Your dishes are all here."

The last dish was Dongan chicken, which was served in a large casserole. It was also filled with red oil soup and topped with shredded red peppers and ginger. The portion was quite large.

"Put it here, in front of him." The fat man attentively made room in front of Wen Xinyuan and asked the proprietress to put down the Dong'an chicken. "The dish you ordered is delicious. You can't leave until you finish it."

"Just finish it, are you feeling the pain?" Wen Xinyuan smirked as he picked up a spoon and scooped two pieces for himself. He then waved to Zhao Xiaojing and Guan Yingxia, "Sister, try it. This is a state banquet dish, specially ordered for you two. It must taste... huh?"

Wen Xinyuan suddenly stopped eating the chicken halfway through, and stopped talking about recommending Zhao Xiaojing and Guan Yingxia to eat together.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Xiaojing looked over curiously.

Wen Xinyuan glanced at Zhao Xiaojing but didn't answer. Instead, he turned around and scooped up a spoonful of chicken to serve to the fat man. "Come on, isn't this the restaurant you highly recommended? Why don't you try some new dishes? Have a piece!"

The fat man seemed to have anticipated this. The moment Wen Xinyuan started moving, he picked up his bowl and placed it under the table, shrugging innocently at Wen Xinyuan. "I'm full, and I don't like chicken."

"You don't like chicken, it's me who doesn't like chicken! I only eat the well-cooked ones occasionally!"

The fat man immediately pursed his lips and smiled secretly.

"No...are you poisonous?" Wen Xinyuan put down the spoon and glared at the fat man, "You're paying me to suffer?"

"How can it be considered suffering? I told you to eat and drink well, and you ordered this yourself. Aren't you happy with it? What if I don't let you order it, and you say I'm stingy and can't even afford to treat you to a 168 chicken?"

"Is it very unpalatable?" Guan Yingxia asked.

“It’s the worst thing I’ve ever tasted!”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiaojing and Guan Yingxia looked at each other quickly, and at the same time stretched out their chopsticks to the casserole of Dong'an chicken and picked up a piece each.

The fat man also raised his eyebrows, took out his own bowl and followed suit to pick up a piece.

Since it tastes so bad, you have to try it.

"The chicken is not fresh. It has been frozen for a while, and it is a broiler chicken."

"The seasoning is also a mess. The shredded ginger isn't stir-fried at all, but added afterward. The boss probably doesn't know how to cook Dong'an chicken."

"I know that after freezing for a while, I need to remove the fishy smell, and I also know to add angelica, but I added them randomly and it tasted bitter."

"The heat is not right, the chicken is too old and dry!" Wen Xinyuan looked at the three people who were talking one by one, as if they were competing, and quickly complained without wanting to be outdone.

The occupational hazard of a group of chefs eating together began to take shape at this moment.

"Eat it up. You ordered it. Don't waste food." The fat man leisurely picked up the plate of chicken offal and distributed the last bit to Zhao Xiaojing and Guan Yingxia. He then gave each of them a spoonful of pickled cabbage and bamboo shoots, and finally steamed the cured meat that Zhao Xiaojing and Guan Yingxia ate the least and kept it all for himself.

There were seven dishes, and five of them were finished, leaving only a large casserole of Andong chicken and half a plate of Mao's braised pork.

"Hey, are you all ganging up on me? How am I supposed to finish two huge plates of food like this... burp!... over?"

"Then we can help you share some of the braised pork."

"...You, you wait for me to treat you to a meal next time!"

"Great! I'll take you wherever you want to go, any city is fine!" The fat man immediately looked excited. "I know both delicious and awful dishes. For example, Dong'an Chicken, I'm really curious about how bad it can taste. I wouldn't even be willing to order it by myself, but with you, I'm safe!"

Wen Xinyuan took a deep breath, his face wrinkled into a ball, almost crying. "You really knew from the beginning that this dish was unpalatable!"

"Isn't the sign clearly stating it's a home-style restaurant? Look at what you ordered. Is this home-style? You said Andong Chicken is a state banquet dish yourself. Look at the environment. Is this a place for a state banquet? The positioning is unclear. Besides, I've already hinted at it."

"What are you hinting at me?"

"I'm giving you a hint. Residential building stir-fry, of course, is known for its cheap home-cooked dishes. I'll give you a chance when I add more dishes."

"The villain is harming me!" Wen Xinyuan shouted.

Zhao Xiaojing and Guan Yingxia smiled silently with their heads down. The food in their hands, coupled with the melodramatic drama, suddenly tasted even better.

The meal lasted an hour, the last half hour mostly spent with Fatty Zhao Xiaojing chatting with Guan Yingxia while Wen Xinyuan ate his chicken in silence. By the end, the braised pork was gone, and with only a third of the chicken left, Wen Xinyuan was completely exhausted. When Fatty kept teasing him about packing it up and heating it up for dinner, he stared at Fatty with a frustrated expression, unable to utter a word. When he finally opened his mouth to speak, he burped, reeking of chicken.

The three of them laughed out loud, their food reeking of chicken, but since they didn't take it away, Wen Xin breathed a sigh of relief and left the store.