Chapter 850 The Disappearing Fragrance

Fresh, tender and smooth, these are the most direct sensations the old man had after taking his first bite of steamed egg. It was different from the steamed eggs he had eaten before. It was not only not bland, but also had no fishy smell.

The rich and delicious taste is even more abundant and layered because of the addition of meat sauce.

The old man nodded in satisfaction and said to Ryan, who came over to refill the tea, "Miss Jane's cooking skills are very good. She is worthy of being the one who created the Zerg Feast."

Ryan was stunned for a moment, then quickly explained, "You misunderstood. These dishes of yours were not made by our boss, but by his three apprentices."

A person at the next table heard the noise and said, "Lian is right. This must be your first time in the Jian family's building. You don't know the rules here. Miss Jian only serves thirty tables a day. These thirty tables need to be numbered. Under normal circumstances, most people can't grab her number.

Because the main dish today is hot pot, she didn't even cook for 30 tables. The stir-fried dishes you eat are definitely not made by Miss Jian."

The old man was stunned for a moment and said, "I really don't understand."

"However, Miss Jian is really good and teaches her disciples seriously."

The person next to him got excited when he heard that and asked curiously, "How did you know?"

"Of course I know."

The old man raised his chin and pointed at the steamed eggs. "Without the master's careful guidance, an apprentice would never have thought of using broth made from pork bones, chicken, scallops and other ingredients to make egg liquid."

Anyway, he ate at so many restaurants, and none of them used broth to make the egg liquid for steamed eggs, they all used water.

It’s impossible to remove the fishy smell, so no matter how much seasoning you add, the taste won’t be much better.

Ryan blinked his electronic eyes but said nothing.

The old man continued, saying, "In this steamed egg, I tasted the concentrated essence described in ancient books. It is undoubtedly the best steamed egg I have tasted in hundreds of years."

The people around were stunned when they heard this. One of them couldn't help but ask curiously, "Is this steamed egg as good as you said?"

"Be more confident and remove that word 'ma'. It's that good."

"Then I have to have one." Before he finished speaking, the person who spoke quickly asked Ryan to add a steamed egg for him.

Once someone calls out, naturally others will follow suit.

So, Chen Wu in the kitchen was a little dazed looking at the number of steamed eggs on the display screen.

Jin Zhen took a look and asked curiously, "Why are there so many people wanting steamed eggs today?"

"I don't know." Chen Wu shook his head and resigned himself to making steamed eggs.

At this moment, a fresh fragrance filled the entire kitchen with the steam.

The fragrance is not overbearing, but extremely elegant, yet long and lingering, penetrating into the nasal cavity, making it impossible to ignore or forget. It is like the soul-attracting fragrance that makes people want to be infatuated and intoxicated by the fresh and fragrant taste.

Even the rich, fresh and overbearing flavor of the hot pot base was suppressed by this fresh fragrance.

"Oh my god, this aroma is even more fragrant and overbearing than hot pot."

Chen Jinrong was shocked, his tongue uncontrollably pressed against his palate, and he swallowed his saliva desperately.

Jin Zhen didn't say anything. He turned to look at Jian Yan and watched the ingredients on the table that they didn't recognize being put into the pot one by one. His right hand holding the spoon was not idle either. Every time an ingredient was put in, he stirred it a few times with the spoon.

As she stirred, the originally elegant fragrance became more overbearing. When the last ingredient was added to the pot, the overbearing aroma that seemed to contain all the complex delicacies in the world suddenly disappeared like a breeze.

Disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace.

It was as if the fragrance just now was their dream.

Hey, this is amazing!

(End of this chapter)