Chapter 1603: Oil Doesn’t Touch Your Hands

"Don't let me down, but I heard that Boss Yuan never disappoints anyone with his cooking skills." Huang Fei thought to himself as he thought about the highest praise he had heard about Yuan Zhou's cooking skills in the past three years.

Of course, Huang Fei also tasted this bowl of soy milk according to the highest requirements.

As soon as the soy milk was brought to the tip of his nose, Huang Fei felt a slight chill. Although the temperature in the store was suitable, as an adult man in his prime, he was still very afraid of heat.

After all, he was still a little sweaty after standing in line outside for so long, but the faint coolness lingering on the tip of his nose made Huang Fei feel a little cooler.

Because it is iced soy milk, even if the soy milk reaches your eyes, the taste is very light, not as fragrant as the steaming fried dough sticks on the side.

But Huang Fei ignored it and fed it directly into his mouth. Instantly, he felt a refreshing feeling like drinking a bowl of sour plum soup in a hot weather, which spread from his mouth to his throat.

Then when it reaches the throat, the soy milk becomes warm, and at the same time, an extremely rich bean flavor bursts from the throat to the entire mouth.

"Hmm." Huang Fei couldn't help but close his mouth tightly. The aroma suddenly rushed into the tip of his nose. Coupled with the mellow and smooth texture and the cold taste, several flavors appeared in his mind together, making people couldn't help but sigh.

"It tastes good." Huang Fei said, swallowing the soy milk involuntarily.

Then Huang Fei didn't bother to taste it carefully, he just wanted to appreciate the taste of the soy milk again, and couldn't wait to take another sip.

Huang Fei tasted this soy milk more slowly, and this time he tasted more flavor. The soy milk had a refreshing taste at first, then a thick and smooth texture, and then the slight bean aroma slowly rose in the mouth, and then Swallow it into your throat, where the temperature is higher, making the soy milk warm, and the aroma of the beans with a natural and fresh taste begins to explode from there.

Huang Fei habitually pursed his lips to let the fragrance stay in his mouth, but the fragrance from the seven orifices rushed into the tip of his nose, making people feel the fragrance more intuitively.

"It's rich and smooth, but because it's frozen, it doesn't leak out until it explodes in your throat. It's really amazing." Huang Fei's comment attracted Wang Qiang who was standing next to him.

"Oh? Is the iced one so delicious?" Wang Qiang took a sip of the hot soy milk at a suitable temperature and asked curiously.

"It's very delicious. It's worthy of the person I've been listening to for three years." Huang Fei praised without hesitation.

For three years, Yuanzhou was like "someone else's child" to Huang Fei. Under such circumstances, it is conceivable that he still conquered Huang Fei's taste buds.

"That's right, you should also try this hot soy milk. The taste is so delicious that it will melt your heart." Wang Qiang quickly promoted.

"I'll drink the hot one after I finish drinking the iced one." Huang Fei said.

"What about the fried dough sticks? Why not dip them in soy milk?" Wang Qiang was older after all, and asked, pointing to the golden fried dough sticks.

"Wait for me, I'll take another sip, the last sip." Wang Qiang looked at the golden fried dough sticks and then at the iced soy milk he just drank. He struggled for a while, but in the end the idea of ​​more ways to eat it prevailed and he nodded.

"I want to dip the fried dough sticks." Wang Qiang took a sip of soy milk again with restraint, and then directly reached out to pick up the fried dough sticks.

Yuan Zhou's soy milk and fried dough sticks breakfast this time was a set meal, a bowl of soy milk and two fried dough sticks. Yes, there were two fried dough sticks. They were as big as those sold outside when he was a kid.

The chopsticks are long and short, seven centimeters wide, and can be divided into two in the middle. The golden fried dough sticks in your hand are fried to a crispy texture, and you can hear a crunching sound when you pinch them a little.

"Click" Wang Qiang directly broke the fried dough sticks into two sections with his hands. The crispy fried dough sticks broke apart instantly, revealing the fluffy interior.

The inside of the fried dough stick is hollow, and the white dough is fried into honeycomb holes, and a smell of oil mixed with the smell of wheat and flour rushes straight to the tip of Wang Qiang's nose from the disconnected place.

"Oh, it smells so good. It smells like what I ate when I was a kid." Wang Qiang's eyes widened in surprise and he couldn't wait to take a bite.

"Crack." The outer layer broke away with a crispy sound, followed by the extremely soft honeycomb-shaped white dough inside.

Because the outside is in direct contact with high-temperature hot oil,

Therefore, it tastes full of oil aroma and has a burnt aroma, but the inside does not. It tastes like a natural wheat aroma. The mixture of the two tastes extremely delicious.

"It's delicious, soft and crispy. It's even more delicious than the fried dough sticks I remembered when I was a kid." Wang Qiang finished half of the fried dough sticks in a moment.

Wang Qiang paused when he was preparing to wipe his hands with a handkerchief as usual.

Wang Qiang's fingers that hold the knife all year round have thick joints, and there are many wounds and calluses on his palms. Generally speaking, his hands are not good-looking, but they are the hands of a chef.

But now Wang Qiang was staring at his hand in a daze.

"Wang Chef, what's wrong with you?" Huang Fei, who had just finished his last sip of iced soy milk, noticed his strange behavior and asked with concern.

"I know you are very proud, and you are very confident in your cooking skills, right?" Wang Qiang did not answer immediately, but instead said.

"Of course." Huang Fei said proudly.

However, this proud look couldn't help but add after touching the soy milk and fried dough sticks in front of him: "But not in front of Chef Yuan."

"I just want to ask you if you can eat fried dough sticks without getting oil on your hands?" Wang Qiang ignored his last sentence and asked directly.

"What?" Huang Fei asked subconsciously.

"Look, I don't have anything in my hands." Wang Qiang stretched out the hand he was holding the fried dough sticks in and said.

"This is impossible." Huang Fei shook his head reflexively. From common sense to logic, this is unscientific.

"You will know after you try it yourself." Wang Qiang did not force the explanation. You must know that even if others told him so, he would not believe it unless he saw it with his own eyes like now.

"If it's true, this is really amazing." Huang Fei frowned and heard that Wang Qiang's words were serious.

"It's indeed magical." Wang Qiang nodded.

"No, you don't understand what I mean. Maybe Chef Wang, you don't know, maybe you don't know, but I've heard that top chefs can make fried rice without oil sticking to the plate, and fried food without oil touching their hands, but that's not a legend. Really?" Huang Fei stared at the golden fried dough sticks on the table and couldn't help but swallowed.

Don't get me wrong, Huang Fei was not greedy, but shocked. Well, he was still a little greedy when he smelled such a fragrant smell, but that was not important.

"What legend? I don't even know this legend." Wang Qiang couldn't help but sigh. For the first time, he felt that his consultation was a little behind.

"I also heard what my father said." Huang Fei continued: "A few hundred years ago, a wealthy man spent a sky-high price to hire a legendary imperial chef to cook him a breakfast, and there was a dish in it. The snacks and fruits that don’t stick to your hands are said to be very delicious.”

"So your family has records?" Wang Qiang asked curiously.

"Of course... no, it's a legend. I can't even imagine that the oil won't stick to my hands after frying." Huang Fei shook his head and gasped for air.

"It's useless to say more. Just pick it up and try it." Wang Qiang signaled.

"Yes, I will." Huang Fei took out his handkerchief and wiped it solemnly on his hands three times before picking up the fried dough sticks.

In fact, it can be seen here that food critics and chefs are different from ordinary diners when they eat the food made by Yuan Zhou.

Ordinary diners say "it tastes bad", "it tastes good", "it tastes good", and "this is the taste of Boss Yuan".

I won’t think about, “How is this possible?” or “What powerful techniques or methods were used in this dish?”

Of course, they all eat with one mouth. There is no difference between these two ways of eating. It is just that Yuanzhou's food can withstand consideration and is straightforwardly delicious.

"It's so crispy, I'm afraid I'll crush it just like that." Huang Fei couldn't help but said.

"No, you will understand after eating." Wang Qiang shook his head.

"I'll try it now." Huang Fei once again raised Yuan Zhou's cooking skills to a higher level in his mind before breaking open the fried dough sticks.

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