Chapter 1671 Pancake Fruit and Fried Tenderloin

Wang Hong was still muttering about grilled chicken wings, but this did not stop him from ordering the new pancake fruit and fried tenderloin.

This time, Yuanzhou placed a flat and round pancake pan and a frying pan with golden fat on the glass table in front of everyone.

Because it is business hours now, everyone who comes in can only smell the air. In short, they can’t smell anything. The system is a black technology for air purification that is delayed by delicious food.

Yuan Zhou's cooking speed was as fast as ever, and Wang Hong's pancakes without green onions and fried tenderloin were soon served.

The pancakes are wrapped in a square shape, smaller than those sold outside now, and look more like the ones I used to eat when I was a kid, just enough for breakfast.

The fried golden egg skin on the pancake fruit that is just half exposed from the oil paper is evenly wrapped on the pancake, and is sprinkled with dark sesame seeds, giving off the aroma of hot fried eggs.

The fried tenderloin on the side is a beautiful brown-red color, with a shiny layer on top, and is sprinkled with red chili powder. It smells of a strong aroma of fried meat and chili noodles.

"It smells good." Wang Hong said, and then he compared the chicken wings with the chicken wings in his mind, and then decisively chose grilled chicken wings.

But he was not slow with his hands. He directly picked up the pancake fruit based on the oil paper on the plate and took a bite.

"Hiss, it's a bit hot." Wang Hong couldn't help hissing, but he kept his mouth shut the next moment.

Because as soon as you bite into the pancake fruit, the complex and rich aroma rushes into your mouth, making your eyes light up instantly.

Wang Hong only took a bite of the pancake and sauce at first, and did not eat the ingredients inside because the bite was small.

But just this bite instantly amazed Wang Hong's taste buds.

The aroma of fried eggs is rich, but it is not as greasy as usual fried eggs. It has a refreshing aroma when paired with the pancake made from fried mung beans on top. The aroma of fried eggs is combined with the aroma of mung bean pancakes, and then mixed with a slight... With the aroma of sesame oil, a hint of sweetness from the sauce, and a hint of spiciness, it is simply a feast for the taste buds in your mouth.

"Hmm." Wang Hong wanted to say it was delicious, but in the end he held back and just took another bite of the pancake.

This time Wang Hong took a big bite.

"Crack" is the crisp sound made by the thin and crispy grate inside the pancake being bitten into pieces.

Following this sound is the subtle crispy sound of the outer layer of the fried dough sticks, the soft and tender fried eggs paired with the fragrant mung bean flour pancake, plus the crispy grate, and the warm and slightly pliable fried dough sticks, this pancake Even Wang Hong couldn't help but admire it.

"It's so delicious." Wang Hong's frustration at not eating chicken wings was gone. It would be nice to eat pancakes and fruit occasionally.

Wang Hong was only filled with the deliciousness of the pancake fruit, so he squinted his eyes and finished the whole pancake fruit in a short time.

"This is too little, just enough to make a base." Wang Hong looked at the clean oil paper in his hand dumbfounded.

"There aren't even any sesame seeds left. This is too clean." Wang Hong looked at it carefully and felt a little disgusted.

But soon Wang Hong had no intention of thinking about anything else. There were two new dishes tonight, and there was another one waiting for him to taste.

Thinking this way, Wang Hong immediately turned his attention to the fried tenderloin.

The fried tenderloin is like the fried kebabs I ate when I was a kid. There are two pieces of meat on a skewer, each piece is about half the size of a girl’s hand. The thickness is even and the texture of the meat can be clearly seen.

If you look closely, you can see the slightly burnt brown color on top, as well as a layer of shiny oil and bright chili noodles. It tastes delicious not only when you eat it, but also when you look at it.

Wang Hong picked up a skewer without hesitation, opened his mouth wide and bit the meat, pulled it with his right hand, and swallowed the whole piece of tenderloin directly into his mouth.

In fact, when Wang Hong bit the meat, he subconsciously put his left hand in front of his chin to bite it. There was no other reason, but the meat was too tender.

As soon as he took a bite, the meat juice immediately exploded in his mouth. The rich meat aroma and abundant meat juice made Wang Hong afraid that it would drip to the ground and be wasted.

This is why he made such a subconscious action.

"Bajibaji" When chewing, the meat is incredibly tender, but it also has the taste of the meat itself. It is incredibly smooth and tender, but also has the chewiness of the meat itself, plus the hot chili noodles mixed with it. The aroma of deep-frying filled Wang Hong's belly after a while.

"This is too little. Two skewers are not enough to taste it." Wang Hong smacked his lips without saying anything, and glanced at Yuan Zhou who was seriously spreading the pancakes.

"Boss Yuan, can you only order one portion of each item?" Wang Hong quickly stood up and trotted to the partition in front of Yuan Zhou.

"Well, yes." Yuan Zhou nodded.

"One portion is one portion. I just ordered one without chopped green onions. Now I'm ordering one with chopped green onions." Wang Hong said: "Then I ordered the fried tenderloin with chili powder, and now I want the original without chili powder." Give me one."

As soon as these words came out, the diners who had ordered and finished their food also turned their eyes.

I thought to myself, is there still such an operation?

"If the pancake fruit is chopped green onion or original, you can order it according to the rules, but unfortunately it's not." Yuan Zhou said seriously: "And if the fried tenderloin is spicy and original, it's okay, but still not."

That's right, since the last three breakfast experiment failed, Yuanzhou's level of chicken thief has increased a lot, and he will think carefully every time he speaks.

What he asked before was "Can I add chopped green onion" and "Can I add chili powder?" It's okay. These are not two different flavors.

Wang Hong was disappointed and left with a sigh: "Oh, the fried tenderloin and pancakes are not as delicious as the grilled chicken wings. I'm not full at all."

When the diner next to him heard this, he couldn't help but smile coldly, as if grilling chicken wings would make him full.

"Have no conscience." Wu Hai looked at the background of Wang Hong's departure. Wu Hai was waiting beside him to finish the endless food, so he knew that not a single sesame seed was left.

Wu Beast went home with Wu Lin and Zheng Jiawei.

"Hey Cheek, here's a set of pancakes and fruits. Boss Yuan, I always feel great when eating pancakes and fruits. Can you satisfy me?" This diner loved eating pancakes and fruits, so he said it was his turn and started singing. .

"Nothing else." Yuan Zhou answered simply.

Dzogchen means adding everything, such as meat floss, shredded potatoes, grilled sausages, etc. In fact, if you add too much, the original flavor of the pancake will be lost.

The diners all ordered two portions, and several girls who were traveling together said that they had gained a lot of weight since Boss Yuan had the late-night snack.

You have to restrain yourself and don't get fat anymore, that's what they said, but they all ordered the same portion of tenderloin and pancakes.

The supper ended in a hurry. After watching Mao Ye leave, Yuan Zhou went up to the second floor to wash up.

On the second floor opposite him, there was still movement at this time——

"Viagra, what's wrong with him?" Although Wu Lin disliked Wu Hai from words to actions, she was still very worried if something happened. After all, he was his brother. Although he had been playing around since he was a child, that was Dear.

Wu Hai was like this after eating pancakes, fruits and fried tenderloin at the God of Cooking shop, a little dazed.

To use an old-fashioned adjective, it's like losing one's soul. He stares at the drawing paper blankly, and then ignores no matter what he calls. He will wave the oil pen in the middle, as if he came out of Harry Potter. The wizard is general.

This state has lasted for nearly an hour. Wu Lin could not suspect that there was something wrong with the late night snack. Boss Yuan's things were a guarantee of safety, so she asked Zheng Jiawei, who knew Wu Hai best.

"This is when Xiaohai's painting has entered a stage where he lacks inspiration, and then he will enter his own world, so he will be very selfless and basically inaudible." Zheng Jiawei said.

"It turns out he has no inspiration." Wu Lin asked with a sigh of relief: "It was rare to see him like this before."

"This kind of thing rarely happens to Xiao Hai, because once Xiao Hai decides to paint, he is always inspired, so this kind of situation rarely happens." Zheng Jiawei explained: "In my impression, this is the second time it happened. The last time Xiao Hai painted that "The Female Official" is called the modern Velazquez by European painting circles."

Wu Lin couldn't help but nodded. Her brother was a painter. She knew that many famous painters had some quirks when painting. For example, a certain painter had to drink alcohol when painting. He couldn't paint unless he was drunk. There was really a reason. I suspect that what he wanted to paint and what he painted are two different things.

"How long will Viagra be in this state?" Wu Lin asked.

"Continue, if no new inspiration comes to mind." Zheng Jiawei replied: "With this painting completed, Xiao Hai's reputation should be able to reach a higher level."

Wu Lin thought of the most direct question: "Does he want to eat like this?"

"I was hungry for two days last time." Zheng Jiawei meant not to eat, but then added: "But the last time was a few years ago, Boss Yuan hadn't opened a store yet, and Xiao Hai hadn't found a store that he had an appetite for. This time uncertain."

Wu Lin's logic was relatively simple. She couldn't do it without eating, so she looked at Zheng Jiawei expectantly: "Is there any way to create inspiration through Viagra?"

This requirement is too high. Inspiration is something that is invisible and intangible. It is difficult to find it yourself, let alone create it for others. As soon as Wu Lin said this, she knew that she was a little bit too hard for others, and everyone couldn't help laughing.

Who knows that Zheng Jiawei really has a way? He said: "I will satisfy Xiaolin's request."

"I'll make a call first." Zheng Jiawei took out his cell phone and dialed someone's number. After talking for about ten minutes, the matter was confirmed.

"Xiaohai likes Taoxi Road very much." Zheng Jiawei said: "I also like Taoxi Road very much. Every home is warm, and every shop is warm, but it is really rare for a street to feel warm."

Zheng Jiawei said: "Xiaohai often said that God of Cooking is his material library. I remember that Xiaohai has never looked down at God of Cooking and Taoxi Road."

Looking down? Wu Lin's expression changed, and she seemed to understand something.

Zheng Jiawei revealed his plan: "I booked a helicopter to have a bird's-eye view of the Kitchen God Shop and Taoxi Road at night. I think you will be a little touched after watching it."

Wu Lin was surprised by Zheng Jiawei's handiwork that he could still operate like this.

"Xiao Lin, I need to trouble you." Zheng Jiawei said.

Wu Hai is in a state of selflessness, Zheng Jiawei's voice is a bit soft, and Wu Lin is the most suitable.

Wu Lin shouted angrily, waking Wu Hai up.

Wu Hai looked at Wu Lin in confusion, his mustache drooping, as if he had been robbed of his bitter gourd.

Zheng Jiawei took the opportunity to tell Wu Hai about the God of Cooking shop he saw from the helicopter.

"Hey, this is a good idea." Wu Hai's eyes brightened and he immediately became interested.

"Now? When will the helicopter come, and where will I get on the plane?" Wu Hai was not stupid. He naturally knew that there were still certain requirements for the helicopter to dock, and it was impossible to board the plane on Taoxi Road.

"Helicopters fly at low altitudes. Although you don't need to apply for a route, you still need to apply to the air traffic control department. Unless there are special circumstances, you need to apply one day in advance." Zheng Jiawei explained.

Special circumstances refer to emergencies and rescues. In that case, you can apply for a temporary flight one hour in advance. Anyway, it has nothing to do with the helicopter overlooking the God of Cooking shop.

Zheng Jiawei said: "I just called and applied. It will be available at one o'clock tomorrow morning."

Wu Hai muttered that he would have to wait until tomorrow, lowered his head to make plans, and lay down on the bed in a few minutes, ready to sleep.

"Xiao Lin, let's go. Xiao Hai is going to bed." Zheng Jiawei led Wu Lin away and then closed the door for Wu Hai.

The next day.

It was a sunny day again, and Yuan Zhou got up early again. His daily routine was very regular.

Take off your pajamas and put on your gym clothes, ready to go out for a morning run.

But before washing up, Yuan Zhou stared at a piece of A4 paper on the table for a long time. This was two pieces of paper he had written yesterday.

The content of the first one: [I have something to go to Hangzhou, so I hereby take a day off. ]

The content of the second picture: [I have something to go to Hangzhou, so we are temporarily closed for breakfast and lunch. ]

Regarding the China Federation of Celebrity Chefs branch, as the inviter, Yuan Zhou must send an invitation to Mr. Wang on the spot.

Because no matter what, Mr. Wang is the senior of the seniors, and he must have the etiquette that should be shown.

It takes more than five hours to fly from Chengdu to Hangzhou. This is only the time in the air, but also the time spent waiting for the flight and other things.

The ideal situation is to get up, take the seven o'clock flight and arrive at ten o'clock, then meet Mr. Wang to discuss the matter, and then take the two o'clock flight back to Chengdu, so that only two meals are delayed.

But this is the most ideal situation. God can't guarantee whether the plane will be late or not.

He was not aware of the changes that had taken place in Yuan Zhou. Three years ago, he tried every means to ask for leave and found out all the weird reasons.

But now, Yuanzhou is trying his best to avoid asking for leave.

Until the end of lunch, Yuanzhou still didn't post the A4 paper on the door. After all, he had just asked for leave not long ago... and his life was still at stake.

Let’s talk in a few days.

During the afternoon break, Zhang Yan called Yuan Zhou.

After saying hello on the phone, Yuan Zhou asked straight to the point: "Is there anything wrong with President Zhang?"

"Tomorrow is the Young Chef Conference. I want to know if there is a focus for judging?" Zhang Yan is also one of the three judges for tomorrow's final.

Every famous chef has his or her own preferences. For example, Zhou Shijie places more emphasis on flavor, while Zhang Yan places more emphasis on appearance.

Generally speaking, the scores are based on one's own preferences, but some competitions have themes, such as knife skills competitions, etc., so Zhang Yan called to ask if there was a theme for the final evaluation.

Yuan Zhou replied: "The four chefs who reached the finals all have one thing they are good at, so there is no theme. President Zhang just depends on his personal preference."

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