Chapter 417 Convincing the Diehard Fans

Lao Liang’s two friends suddenly understood after hearing his explanation.

"Yeah, if I were to eat my favorite food after so many years, I would cry too."

"So Lao Liang is still quite reserved?"

While the two were chatting and laughing, they tasted the first bite of chicken tofu pudding.

Silence, lasting silence.

After several minutes had passed, a sound almost like a sigh was heard.

"This is the second time I've eaten Yongnianlou's chicken tofu pudding, but the feeling is completely different from the first time, even though the taste is similar... It's strange, why is that?"

"This is what a true master craftsmanship looks like. Oh no, this craftsmanship is simply that of a cooking god! To be honest, I think this tastes better than Mr. Jiang's chicken tofu pudding..."

He deliberately lowered his voice in the second half of the sentence and secretly glanced at Lao Liang.

Afraid of being beaten up by old friend on the spot.

But the facts are the facts.

Even if he was beaten a thousand times, he would still say that this bowl of chicken tofu pudding was slightly better than Mr. Jiang's! "I heard it."

The person who said this was actually Lao Liang.

The two friends laughed awkwardly and said:

"I-that's not what we meant."

Lao Liang was unexpectedly calm.

"It doesn't matter if that's what you mean. In my opinion, this bowl of chicken tofu pudding is good enough to be on par with Mr. Jiang."

Lao Liang showed precious rationality, which stunned his two friends.

What's going on?

How could Lao Liang, a loyal fan of Mr. Jiang, actually say such a thing?

Isn't he an absolute supporter of Mr. Jiang? If someone says something bad about Mr. Jiang, he will jump up and fight like a fighting cock? The two friends thought that Lao Liang had lost his mind and wanted to take him to the psychiatric department of the hospital.

...Well, of course, after savoring this bowl of chicken tofu pudding.

Lao Liang smiled and didn't explain much.

Indeed, Mr. Jiang’s chicken tofu pudding is the best in his heart, and this status can never be replaced.

Because it represents not only the absolute deliciousness in memory, but also the youthful time that can never be returned.

At that time, he flew all over the world just for a bite to eat, as if he had unlimited energy and strong curiosity.

He also thought that he would always be like this.

What happened? How long had it been since he had flown thousands of miles and taken several hours on a plane just to eat a bite of fresh shrimp noodles just fished out of the lake? Time solidified his memory and also took away his desire to explore food.

However, when he ate this bowl of chicken tofu pudding, what he thought of was vitality and interest.

Even the curiosity and desire to explore that had disappeared in his heart for a long time began to burn.

The two friends standing by didn't have time to pay much attention to Lao Liang.

After a brief banter, they continued to immerse themselves in the delicious shock brought by the chicken tofu pudding.

Shocked and moved at the same time.

It’s unbelievable, unbelievable, that a young chef in his 20s could actually beat Mr. Jiang, a Sichuan cuisine master who has been famous for many years?

This is absolutely shocking news for the chef world.

But for diners, this is great news!

My friend's face was filled with happiness, and he laughed out loud as he thought about it: "Such a great chef, so young, and in Yanjing... We won't have to worry about our food for the next few decades, hahaha!"

Another friend poured cold water on him: "You forgot that this chef is a celebrity. He came to Yongnianlou just to film a variety show, not to work properly. Who knows, he might go back to film a TV series in the future."

My friend was struck by lightning.

Little did they know that Lao Liang was even more excited than them.

"That won't do!"

So, after finishing the meal, Lao Liang insisted on writing a letter to the chef of the chicken tofu pudding, sincerely recounting his fate with the chicken tofu pudding, and expressing his gratitude for reuniting with old memories as a diner.

After finishing it, he still felt it was not enough and asked his writer friend to help him polish it.

This was a long and eloquent letter of over a thousand words, filling up three sheets of paper. He stuffed them into an envelope and asked the front desk to pass it to the chef.

On that envelope, I wrote with my most sincere heart, stroke by stroke:

Received by Master Nanzhi.

Your most loyal customer. - Nanzhi was very busy at noon, repeating the scene of yesterday when three assistants helped.

Later on, when she was frying the crispy dishes, she no longer needed to pour oil or rinse the pot. She just had to stand at the stove and fry them, then take them out of the pot and leave the rest to others.

As time goes by, the whole process becomes more and more coordinated.

It's like a precision-operated machine, even the meshing of the gears is accurate.

You know what, when you look closely, there is a kind of beauty like flowing water!

[It really opened my eyes to see how powerful a real kitchen chef is! ]

[What is this? I've seen a documentary before, which said that in ancient times, the imperial chefs even had special servants to massage shoulders and legs! ]

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

[Don’t you see how much revenue my sister Zhi has created for Yongnianlou! Just smile secretly and be content. ]

[Who still remembers that our "Cubs" was originally a variety show version of "Transformation Plan"? 】

【Ah, I am dreaming back to the first episode of Golden Egg Fried Rice! 】

[Nanzhi received a bunch of letters and gifts again. This is simply like chasing stars! ]

[If it were me, I would follow her too! After all, being a star-chaser may ruin your reputation, but Sister Zhi’s craftsmanship is forever divine! ]

[So when can I go up and eat? Aren’t you guys eating enough? Point and point!]

…

The business hours finally ended at noon, and Nanzhi's tense shoulders relaxed immediately, and he leaned back in his chair, unable to hide his tiredness.

Hmm? Chair?

Nanzhi turned around and saw a handsome young chef with thick eyebrows and big eyes smiling at her ingratiatingly.

"Master Nan, I just moved here. Are you used to sitting here?"

Nanzhi is of course used to it.

To be precise, the old feeling has returned.

She couldn't help but smile, and seemed to be quite nostalgic about the previous memories.

"Yes, thank you."

Nanzhi nodded politely.

There was a quiet commotion in the live studio: [Hey, hey, hey, what's going on? There's an unusual smell! ]

[You know what, this guy is really handsome. ]

[It's understandable. Our sister Zhi is beautiful and talented, so it's inevitable that young boys would admire her! ]

[Oh, the handsome guy is blushing! Sorry! ]

[Ah, I don't agree! Wild man, stay away from my wife! ]

[Come here, Yiyi! Call Yiyi! ]

…

However, the development of the matter was obviously beyond the audience's expectations.

The young and handsome chef smiled shyly at Nanzhi.

After what seemed like a long struggle, he finally spoke to Nanzhi: "Um, Master Nan..."

"Well, go ahead."

The young chef grinned, revealing his big white teeth: "Can you...can you help me check my knife skills this afternoon? I haven't been able to get it right no matter how hard I practice recently, but after listening to what you said to Master Xiaonan yesterday, I suddenly understood things that I couldn't understand before! So I would like Master Nan to give me some pointers..."

(End of this chapter)