At 2 p.m., the sumptuous lunch was finally served.
Wow! It smells so good!
Susan rubbed her little hands together with the hamster on her head, her eyes shining!
It's just like Qingque getting a winning hand.
Qingque picked up her chopsticks, subconsciously sniffed them, and said, "It's really good."
Then, she glanced at her stomach, which was flatter than her chest, and couldn't help but complain, "But it took almost three hours to cook such a small amount of food, it's really exhausting."
Just then, Mingtang, who had just finished his work, walked over. After hearing Qingque's complaint, he couldn't help but frown. He then solemnly explained, "Dear guests, in our eyes, food is as sacred as a work of art! Of course, a work of art needs time to be carefully polished. Although we apologize for making you wait a little longer, we can guarantee that we can bring you a dining experience that is different from other rough restaurants!"
Upon hearing this, Qingque and Susan were stunned for a moment, unsure of what to say...
Lin Mo glanced at the prawns topped with a few scallions and onion slices, his lips twitched involuntarily, and finally he smiled helplessly. Then he took out his chopsticks, picked up one, and put it in his mouth to chew.
Chef Mingtang, on the other hand, stood tall and proud, displaying a strong confidence in his cooking!
Susan and Qingque couldn't help but cast curious glances at them.
Although Qingque had eaten here before, it was too early, so she had long forgotten the taste of the food.
However, my impression of it was quite good.
After chewing slowly, Lin Mo managed to swallow the slightly fishy-smelling shrimp.
He then pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth, and finally tentatively commented, "It tastes... pretty good... but it just feels like it's not fully cooked?"
"Huh? Not cooked? Could there be parasites?" Qingque exclaimed in surprise, frowning as she looked at the food on the table. "I've heard that if these kinds of river delicacies aren't prepared properly, they can easily make you sick!"
Mingtang was taken aback, his cheeks flushed slightly, and he quickly explained, "Don't misunderstand! The ingredients were absolutely cleaned! They were even treated with special methods to remove toxins! There would be absolutely no parasites! We would never allow such filthy things to defile art!"
"Then it seems the steaming wasn't done properly." Lin Mo shook his head in disappointment.
He had eaten here briefly before and understood the restaurant's ingredients, but he couldn't resist Susan's curiosity and a woman's strong desire for ritual...
Mingtang immediately became anxious, and he explained somewhat exasperatedly, "It's not that it's not cooked! Nor does it smell fishy!"
As he spoke, he subconsciously looked up at the ceiling and opened his arms, his gaze gradually becoming sacred, and even his voice became much more solemn.
Like a priest in a church praising God and the Bible...
"To maintain reverence for nature and leave an artistic imprint, I deliberately control the heat to low when steaming! I use exquisite cooking techniques to preserve the unique freshness of the river shrimp!"
"It's still not cooked through..." Qingque was clearly not buying this explanation.
Lin Mo's lips twitched.
Good heavens! Nine-Turned Shrimp?
Looking at the table full of dishes, Lin Mo immediately lost his interest.
It's truly a miracle that Zhiwei Shengyuan has survived to this day.
"You little brat, do you even know how to appreciate art?!"
Mingtang said angrily.
Qingque pouted and turned her head away in dissatisfaction.
Susan couldn't resist taking a bite of the almond tofu, a look of disappointment on her face, and commented:
"Although the milk curd itself is very well prepared and has a soft and even texture, the almond tofu tastes...less of the rich aroma of dairy products because it focuses too much on the essence of the ingredients."
“You’ve misunderstood! The reason it tastes bland is because we wanted to preserve the artistry of the ingredients! Faced with such artistic ingredients, you need to chew at least 832 times to appreciate their essence! You need to have patience to appreciate works of art…”
Mingtang once vehemently argued against it.
"Alright, alright! Li Ling!"
Lin Mo was getting a little annoyed by what he heard, and only after he had Li Ling call the head chef of Mingtang out did he finally get some peace and quiet.
After being trained the day before yesterday, Li Ling was obviously much more obedient and very easy to use, showing the qualities of a seasoned assistant.
However, it's still a bit lacking.
"Well, actually, it's not that you can't enjoy it as a regular home-cooked dish."
Qingque picked up a piece of shredded pork with garlic sauce, put it in her mouth, and tasted it.
"Although it's much worse than what my mother makes."
She couldn't help but add.
If Mingtang heard this, there would probably be another argument.
There's nothing we can do; we have different philosophies and viewpoints.
Lin Mo sighed, picked up his chopsticks with a pained expression, and took a piece of braised pork.
That's all real money!
Uh, wait, it's not my money, why should I be so upset?
Thinking about it, Lin Mo couldn't help but glance at Qing Que.
It would have been better if I hadn't looked at it; once I did, things turned out quite differently.
Lin Mo then realized that the other party was frantically giving him meaningful glances!
While Qingque winked at Lin Mo, she slowly tapped her artistically patterned porcelain bowl with her chopsticks.
Lin Mo reacted quickly and instantly understood what the other party meant.
Damn it, when is this boring boyfriend role-playing game going to end?!
Somewhat reluctantly, he handed the braised pork, which was almost in his mouth, to Qingque's bowl.
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