The six dishes we ordered were served one after another: braised pork knuckle, braised pork belly, four-happiness meatballs, stir-fried greens, braised beans, and a crucian carp soup.
Judging from the color alone, it definitely passes the test.
They also gave us four bottles of soda and two clay pots of rice, the kind that were just taken off the stove, steaming hot and fragrant.
Qiao Xiaoni tasted the rice with a spoon and nodded slightly: "The rice is good, very well made."
"Good food is all about eating it fresh, and this restaurant has grasped that point." Su Chenhao tasted each dish: "The taste is good, and some of the dishes are even better than yours."
"Of course. Actually, my cooking skills aren't very good. The reason you think my cooking is delicious is because you haven't eaten enough delicious food." Qiao Xiaoni ladled a bowl of fish soup with a spoon, took a sip, and found it very flavorful.
It's really not easy to make ordinary fish taste like this. As I ate, the taste of the dish seemed a bit familiar.
I thought of someone whose cooking tasted just like this.
Zhou Yu, a cook with only one hand, needs someone else to cut the ingredients before he can cook, and his unique flavor is truly special.
They utilize the unique flavors of each ingredient to create a harmonious blend.
Why is there only one hand left? The old man said that mistakes made when you're young should be punished.
He kept quiet about the reason and told no one.
If his hand hadn't been broken, he would have been the national culinary champion that year.
"What are you thinking about?" Su Chenhao asked.
Qiao Xiaoni stirred the fish soup in her bowl with a spoon: "This taste reminds me of someone."
"When did you meet this person?" Su Chenhao felt that this person was not simple, that Qiao Xiaoni could remember him.
Qiao Xiaoni simply put down her spoon: "A chef who only has one right hand, his life has been very bumpy. He has dedicated his whole life to cooking. There are very few people I have ever admired, and he is one of them."
“I’d like to get to know him sometime. What’s so special about this person you admire?” Su Chenhao handed over the small plate of fish: “This is the fish I picked out; there’s not a single bone in it.”
Qiao Xiaoni reached out and took the plate, picked up her chopsticks, and began to eat the fish.
Each dish had its own unique flavor, making the trip worthwhile.
The rice in the clay pot was all eaten.
Qiao Xiaoni put down her chopsticks: "I think our shop can also make this kind of casserole rice, but we don't have that many stoves, so we can limit the supply and raise the price a bit."
Side dishes can include Kung Pao Chicken, braised pork belly, shredded potatoes, or other freshly stir-fried vegetables; it tastes good and is quick to prepare.
"Hmm, we can try promoting it after the New Year." Su Chenhao took out a tissue to wipe his mouth. "The food at this restaurant is really good. I'll bring you here to eat again next time I have time."
I went to find the waiter to pack up the leftovers.
"See if you have any small pastries or pies with fillings, pack some for my parents so they can try them too."
"Okay!" Su Chenhao left the private room to find a waiter.
Qiao Xiaoni felt a bit full, so she stopped sitting and started wandering around.
"Zhou Huang, don't be ungrateful. It's only because your Zhou family's ancestors' graves are emitting auspicious smoke that my daughter has taken a liking to you." A sharp and shrill female voice came in.
Qiao Xiaoni was taken aback at first, then pushed open the door and saw a man in a chef's uniform standing in the corridor not far away.
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