Chapter 2078 Coach, I Want to Learn This

Molière's eyes lit up as soon as Fang took his mouth. The mellow and sweet and sour taste hit his taste buds, making people feel appetizing.

Especially the crispy outer skin, which finally reveals the soft and tender meat inside, tastes great, and there is also a hint of egg flavor mixed in, and the taste is complex and varied, which seems to make people unable to stop.

"It seems that the ketchup is newly made. It is definitely not the kind that can be bought on the market. The ratio of tomatoes and sugar is really well controlled. I have made so many ketchup, and it turns out that the perfect ratio is like this. I have learned ." Molière pondered.

"If I can really worship Yuan as my master, defeating Chu will definitely be within reach. Even if he is such a famous chef, I'm afraid it will be difficult to worship him." Molière was thinking about things in his mind and did not delay his eating.

In fact, sometimes people are really blind. Take Molière for example. After collecting so much information on the Internet, he just didn't see the news about Yuan Zhou recruiting disciples.

"I heard that there are so many important people who come to dine in the restaurant. The one there looks a bit like the person in charge of Christie's Auction House." Molière was not sure.

But one thing must be made sure, you have to be low-key in the store.

There are a lot of things on my mind, but I definitely can’t delay eating. One chopstick after another, my ability to use chopsticks improves rapidly.

Logically speaking, dishes thickened with sauce are the easiest to keep on the plate, but after Molière finished eating, he found that the plate was empty. There was no residual sauce at all, and it was basically locked on every strip of meat.

This scene made Molière's scalp tingle, "I can't learn this technique." Molière had gained something from eating tomato juice before, but it was obvious that he couldn't do it now.

If the sweet and sour pork fillet impressed Molière, then the beautifully shaped sweet and sour carp was eye-catching.

"How can the presentation of Chinese food be so beautiful?" Molière always believed that French food presentation was the most beautiful, even Italian food could not compare.

This dish is in the shape of a flying sky. Only the middle of the fish is connected to the plate. It is covered with batter and is evenly distributed on each piece of fish. It is like a fish that is exploding all the scales and trying its best to jump. The fish from Longmen are fresh, flexible and full of flavor.

"There is no dish support for this shape?" Molière looked carefully and discovered this problem.

At first glance, I thought there was a dish holder. In French cuisine, dishes are also held up for presentation purposes, but the dish in front of me seems not to have one?

"Really not?!" Dean over there also looked surprised,

I almost blurted out that coach, I want to learn this.

If he learns this and returns to Europe and the United States, Dean feels that he can do it again. Of course, Dean does not want to become a disciple.

As a chef who was conquered by Yuan Zhou in "Roll, Baby Cow", he knows Yuan Zhou very well.

Knowing that within a month, there are many people who come to Chef God's shop to learn some tricks, Chef Yuan never minds.

So Dean decided to eat more often and study hard.

After looking at the dishes that were safely on his plate, and then at the steaming fish, Dean picked up his chopsticks and moved towards the fish, intending to taste it and order more next time.

"Snapped"

Less than fifteen centimeters away from the fish, it was intercepted by another pair of chopsticks.

"What are you doing, Dean? Eat your own food." Molière glared at Dean.

"I think this fish is quite fragrant, and I want to help you taste it. Besides, you don't like fish. Friends should help each other." Dean looked like you were not polite.

Just when Dean picked up the chopsticks again and was about to use them, Molière said directly: "Want to try it? Okay, I'll give you what's in front of you in exchange."

After eating the delicious sweet and sour pork, you will know why Dean protected the food before. It is just in time to taste the fish banquet that he likes so much. Molière was thinking silently in his mind.

Dean looked at the carp and then at the dishes in front of him. You can eat the carp when you have time, but you must have a reason to eat the whole fish feast. Which is more important, he still has a feeling in his heart.

"Since you don't need my help, just say so. I'll continue eating." Dean shrugged and took back his chopsticks as if nothing had happened, and continued to eat.

Seeing that the exchange was not successful, Molière had no choice but to give up, but he silently remembered the name Dean had just mentioned when ordering, and planned to order it himself in the future.

Turning your attention back to your fish, the sweet and sour taste similar to the one before came out, which was very tempting.

"Wouldn't it be a bit boring if it's all sour and sweet?" Molière had this thought in his mind.

The chopsticks were the first to pick up a piece of flying fish fillet, snap it off from the fish, and put it into the mouth along with the sauce.

The ratio of sweet and sour taste is different from the previous one. This time, the sweetness is slightly heavier and the sourness is slightly lighter. Together with the fried and crispy fish skin, it tastes quite good, and the tender and sweet fish meat inside is even more outstanding.

Originally, Molière thought that the meat in the previous sweet and sour pork loin was tender enough, but compared with the current fish meat, it was not on the same level. The tenderloin was smooth, tender and juicy, while the fish meat was fresh, sweet and glutinous. It melts directly in the mouth and is very enjoyable.

"Well, it turns out that fish is such a delicious thing. It seems that I have missed a lot of delicious food before." Molière has never thought that fish is so delicious.

The fish I ate in the past was either very tender but dry and devoid of water, or very watery and tough. In short, everything was wrong. But today's fish is very appetizing.

No rice is needed, a fish is eaten directly with the fried and crispy fish bones, even the little bits and pieces.

This was the first time Molière ate so carefully.

After eating, looking at Dean who was still working hard, Molière felt his stomach and felt that he might have eaten too little at lunch and was not full yet.

"Should I order a little more? I have to wait for Dean." Moliere thought in his mind.

"Whatever you want to do, these are all mine." Dean felt Molière's wolf-like gaze and directly hugged the dish into his arms, without any celebrity chef style at all.

Looking at it from here, you would never recognize him as an exquisite French chef with three Michelin stars.

"I'll order it myself." Moliere turned around and ordered a few more dishes without looking at Dean.

Dean continues to eat fish. There are only a few opportunities throughout the year, so of course he needs to cherish them.

By the time both of them were full, it was already twenty minutes later.

"You should go back first. I plan to talk to Chef Yuan about something." Molière thought that he would talk about it today as a front, and then talk formally tomorrow.

"Then you have to wait until the business hours are over. You can wait here." Although Dean didn't know what Molière wanted to do with Yuan Zhou, it was normal for chefs to look for Yuan Zhou.

We took Molière out of the shop and came to the place where the queuing committee had specially set up chairs. This was the regular waiting place.

"I know, you go back first, I will go back after I finish my work." Molière said.

"Then I wish you good luck, my friend." Dean waved his hand and left coolly.

The whole fish feast has been eaten. How long will it take if we don’t leave now?

"I don't know when Molière's birthday is. If I can stay until then, I can invite him over for dinner. It would be perfect for everyone to be friends and help celebrate the birthday." Dean thought about it in his mind as he walked.

Molière saw that there were still many people queuing up, so he sat down and planned to wait quietly.

I was very satisfied with what I had eaten today, and Molière was very satisfied. Even if he was sitting there waiting, he felt very calm.

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