"The seasoning of this steak is perfect. The only flaw is the plate. For some reason, it has a strange taste that affects the overall taste of the steak. If I were to rate it, I would give it an 8.9."
As soon as Bao Yu finished speaking, the old man couldn't help but ask, "Excuse me, is there something wrong with the plate?"
The sudden sound startled Bao Yu. She turned to look at the old man, looking at him with some confusion.
The old man spoke again: "I am the owner of this shop. I just heard your comments, so I wanted to ask if there was anything we did that didn't suit your taste?"
These words made Bao Yu blush instantly. He had been caught red-handed criticizing the food in the restaurant. It was the first time Bao Yu had been caught by the owner, so he was a little embarrassed.
Fortunately, the shop owner was someone who listened to advice. Seeing that Bao Yu remained silent, he kindly asked, "I just heard you say that there was a problem with the tableware? Is it the smell of disinfectant?"
As he spoke, the old man walked to Bao Yu's table, wanting to confirm his thoughts. Bao Yu quickly stood up and made room for him.
"It doesn't smell like disinfectant; it smells more like engine oil."
The old man was taken aback: "Machine oil? Why does the tableware taste like machine oil?"
Seemingly afraid that Bao Yu would leave, the old man directly invited Bao Yu to the kitchen, and made no attempt to hide it when he heard that Bao Yu was live-streaming. It was clear that he had great confidence in their restaurant's kitchen.
Because the audience all wanted to go inside, Bao Yu had no choice but to shamelessly follow behind. After inspection, it was discovered that the dishwasher's bearings had become stuck during previous repairs. The repairman had added too much oil, and as the machine ran, the oil seeped into the interior.
Even the viewers in the live stream were stunned. Logically speaking, even if engine oil got inside, after cleaning, disinfection, and drying, how could there still be a smell?
The boss was also amazed by Bao Yu's sense of taste, and would occasionally utter a few words in foreign languages, but Bao Yu could still communicate with him freely.
So, during those days, the two became close friends despite their age difference, and the boss would often cook a few new dishes and ask Bao Yu for his opinion.
However, the problem arose when they tried the new dish. For some reason, the owner, who was clearly a Western chef, became interested in Chinese cuisine. Before he even understood what Chinese food was all about, he had the wild idea of using Western seasonings to cook Chinese food, claiming it was a fusion of East and West.
Putting aside whether it looks good or not, the taste is simply torture for someone as sensitive as Bao Yu.
This dish is either too fragrant, or it's supposed to be fried rice but the rice isn't even cooked properly; it's supposed to be rice that's only partially cooked.
This made Bao Yu suffer terribly, but everyone in the live stream who watched Bao Yu eating the dishes couldn't stop laughing.
After one or two times, Bao Yu completely blacklisted the restaurant. Although their food was generally delicious, she declined to try the bizarre dishes made by an eccentric owner.
After listening to Bao Yu's rambling account of what had happened, and seeing Bao Yu nervously clutching his clothes, Gu Nanxi knew that she was truly frightened by the food.
Just as I was about to say, "Shall we go to another restaurant?", an old man rushed out from the kitchen and stopped me.
"Little Fish! You're finally here! Why haven't you come for so long? I've been researching so many dishes, but no one has tasted them for me! Come and see! What I made today looks amazing!"
Bao Yu gave a wry smile, muttering to himself, "Don't you have any idea why I didn't come?"
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