Chapter 1342 According to Your Taste

"Hmm" The pudgy man originally wanted to say something, but as soon as the mussels entered his mouth, the delicious taste directly stimulated the tip of his tongue, and the wonderful taste rushed straight into his brain, instantly occupying all his thoughts.

"It's delicious." The short, fat man only had these two words in his mind now. Fortunately, his remaining reason supported him from showing an expression of enjoyment, and instead restored the rigor of a chef.

"The mussels are soft and tender, and the delicious and juicy meat fills your mouth as soon as you chew it. It also has a tropical fruit-like taste, which perfectly blends with the fishy saltiness of the sea." The short, fat man was intoxicated. Savor it carefully.

“This fruity aroma is like mango and pineapple, coupled with the sweet and oily texture brought by the strong oak, which slightly wraps around the tip of the tongue. Combined with the juicy and juicy mussels, it is simply a supreme enjoyment of the taste. "The short and fat man still couldn't hold it back. He narrowed his eyes and his expression became happy.

Food inherently has the magic power to make people forget about being together, so the prerequisite for happiness is to have a full stomach and satisfy the taste buds.

"Hey, how are you?" Ding Nan's voice ruined the pudgy man's expression of enjoyment.

The short, fat man was stunned for a moment, then opened his eyes and looked sideways at his new employer.

"How can I find fault with something so perfect? ​​Fortunately, I had the foresight not to challenge it." The short, fat man felt helpless, but did not show any expression on his face.

"Let me ask you what do you think? Is there any room for criticism?" Ding Nan gritted his teeth and asked again.

"Why don't you try it first, Mr. Ding, and then we'll talk." The short, fat man was still very cunning. When he saw that Ding Nan had not touched a bite of the dish, his eyes lit up and he said immediately.

"Huh, do you think I don't know that his cooking is delicious? What do you want me to do if I can eat it?" Ding Nan said fiercely.

But no, how could Ding Nan not know about Yuan Zhou's craftsmanship in Rongcheng? Even if he has never tasted it, he has heard too much about it, about the future hope of Chinese chefs, or about being a role model for the younger generation, etc.

Just like Jiang Changxi, whom he likes, and those in the same class as him, everyone who has tasted it will praise it.

To be able to conquer the tongues of so many people who are accustomed to delicacies from the mountains, Yuan Zhou's cooking skills are definitely not as good as Ding Nan's.

Therefore, in order to have the confidence to find trouble later, he naturally couldn't eat it. He ordered this just so that he could sit here openly.

If you eat it,

He was conquered by delicious food, so there was nothing wrong with him, so he placed his hope in the newly hired chef in front of him.

Anyway, if you don't eat, it's just a blacklist. After finding trouble, Ding Nan has no intention of coming back again.

But it seems that he failed. After all, the expression this man just showed cannot be described by just two words: delicious.

"Don't say that, no one is perfect. Wait for me to taste it again and search again, and you can always find it." The short and fat man still remembered that the person in front of him belonged to his employer and comforted him.

"Okay, hurry up and eat. You must find a shortcoming today." Ding Nan said.

"Okay, I will try my best." The short and fat man nodded repeatedly, and then continued to eat the mussels in front of him.

Of course, when he turned back to his side, he couldn't help but look at the untouched dishes in front of Ding Nan.

After enduring it for a long time, I didn't say anything about helping him eat together. After all, the temptation of delicious food is still great, not to mention the food cooked by Yuan Zhou, the temptation is even greater.

The pudgy man with regretful eyes resisted the urge and temptation and ate the mussels in front of him.

I don’t know how Yuan Zhou made it. The mussels are warm and juicy in the mouth but don’t burn your mouth. Even when you eat them in your mouth, they are slightly cold like French cuisine. They taste just right.

"Bah, bah, bah." The short, fat man chewed vigorously, and when eating this time, he even started to use a spoon, scooping up all the soup at the bottom and eating it together with the mussels.

"Crack, click, click" is the smell of a short, fat man chewing the shallots cut into small pieces. The shallots have a special aroma. After absorbing the aroma of butter and the deliciousness of mussels, they taste soft. Tender with a crunchy texture, very delicious.

"Well, there's a special aroma in it, the same kind that's found in mussel meat." The short, fat man squinted his eyes and ate carefully.

"This tastes like sunshine, with a slight smell of wine. This is the white wine in the white wine mussels." The short and fat man continued: "I didn't expect that white grapes after cooking can have such a charming taste. It's really good."

"It's just like the Chardonnay white wine I drink in Australia. It tastes really wonderful." The short, fat man said with emotion.

But at this moment, the short and fat man was shocked in vain. Does it taste like Australian Chardonnay? But these are French white wine mussels, so it seems wrong to use this type of white wine.

"Wow!" The short and fat man opened his eyes instantly, startling Ding Nan who was staring at him from the side.

"What's wrong?" Ding Nan asked.

"I know!" the short, fat man said excitedly.

"What do you know?" Ding Nan didn't react for a moment and asked subconsciously.

"I know the flaws in Chef Yuan's dishes." The short, fat man stared at Yuan Zhou and said every word.

"Oh? Really? What is it." Ding Nan also became excited.

"This is still a big loophole, haha. I didn't expect Chef Yuan, who is known for his rigor, to make such a mistake. It's really a pity." The short, fat man said excitedly.

"It's a pity that no matter how delicious this French white wine mussel dish is, it can't save this mistake. No, or it may be that it's just because it's so delicious that it can't save this mistake." The short and fat man said again and again.

"Okay, let's see your performance." After Ding Nan finished speaking, he immediately stretched his neck and shouted: "Boss Yuan, your dish is wrong. You made a fatal mistake with this dish."

"This guy is really noisy." This was the common thought of everyone who heard Ding Nan's voice.

The next moment, everyone started waiting for him to be dragged away, but unexpectedly, neither Jiang Changxi nor Wu Hai took any action.

Although Yuan Zhou didn't need to explain anything, but if he came to the door and wanted to slap him in the face, he would naturally have to fulfill his wish and let his face be swollen by Yuan Zhou before he could leave.

That's right, as a senior diner in Yuanzhou's restaurant, he is so confident in Yuanzhou's cooking skills.

As expected, Yuan Zhou, who had always been extremely serious about cooking, put down the dishes he had just prepared and walked over.

However, before the confident short fat man and the excited Ding Nan could speak, Yuan Zhou spoke directly.

"You want to ask why French mussels use Australian Chardonnay white wine, right?" Yuan Zhou's flat voice came through the mask.

"Uh, yes, that's wrong. We should use wine produced in the Saint-Emilion Manor in France." The short, fat man was a little flustered by such a meal, but he still spoke with a serious face.

“Let’s not talk about the history of white wine in France, just say that you should be Australian-Chinese, and the food is what you order and what you want to eat. This is to satisfy your taste, or the taste of everyone who comes to eat here. Yuan Zhou said calmly.

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