Chapter 437 Who Has My Goose?

"Hello, can the food be served now?" When Manager Liao was about to explain more, a woman wearing a short cheongsam knocked on the door gently and said.

"Can you two serve the food?" Manager Liao turned to Wu Zhou and Zhuang Xinmu and asked.

"Okay." Wu Zhou looked at Zhuang Xinmu, then nodded.

"Okay, then let's serve the dishes to you two now." The woman in the short cheongsam smiled slightly, and then turned around and ordered the people behind to pass the dishes.

In such a high-end place, because it is a food tasting, the portion of each dish is small, but the quantity is very large, there are twenty-two dishes in total.

"This is today's main dish, the best roast goose in the world." The woman in short cheongsam introduced each dish in detail.

Manager Liao on the side is responsible for smiling, and the two of them have a good understanding.

During the introduction, the woman in the short cheongsam also motioned for the two of them to try the food. It was quite enjoyable to listen to the sweet sound of the woman in the short cheongsam while eating the delicious food.

"It's actually called this." Wu Zhou was a little dissatisfied with the roast goose on the delicate plate in front of him.

Because all the dishes are served in small portions, the roast goose is no exception, served on a delicate small plate.

Because it was prepared for a wedding banquet and it was the main course, the roast goose was served on a heart-shaped plate. The larger side of the roast goose was placed in a fan shape, and the marinade was poured on it to make it smooth and oily.

The smaller half is filled with slightly yellow sour plum sauce, and there seems to be sour plum meat inside, which looks very beautiful.

"It looks good, but the flavor of this dish is far from enough. How can it be ranked first?" As a programmer, Wu Zhou's ability to speak is only reflected in the presence of Zhuang Xinmu. At other times, he still has basic courtesy.

But for things that he believes in, he will not listen to advice.

"Sir, you'll know after you eat it." The woman in the short cheongsam still said with a smile.

"You don't have to eat, you can't be number one." Wu Zhou refused directly.

"Twilight, let me tell you, Boss Yuan also sells roast goose. I smelled it once at the door that day, and my mouth watered. The smell was so fragrant." Wu Zhou turned to look at Zhuang Xinmu and said.

"Well, that's for sure." Zhuang Xinmu nodded affirmatively.

"And you don't know, Boss Yuan was just trying out a new dish of roast goose that day, which means it's not the finished product yet. I really want to eat that roast goose." Wu Zhou suddenly remembered the taste of that day when he said it.

"I really want to eat it." Wu Zhou couldn't help but swallowed.

You should know that Wu Zhou and Zhuang Xinmu had already eaten a lot of food and neither had this reaction, but they couldn't help but salivate just thinking about the smell of Yuan Zhou's failed roast goose.

"Since you two have questions about our main dish, roast goose, how about I ask the chef to help you clarify your doubts?" At this time, Manager Liao suddenly stepped forward and said.

"I think you guys can't be called number one in the world, otherwise what would Boss Yuan's name be?" Wu Zhou became quieter and quieter under Zhuang Xinmu's stern eyes, but with a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

"No need, he just doesn't like the roast goose here." Zhuang Xinmu said politely.

"It doesn't matter, this will help you two understand the meaning of this dish, please." Liao Rui said with a smile, without any anger on his face.

"Tch, it's useless for anyone to come. Calling him the best in the world is too exaggerated." Now Wu Zhou was dissatisfied with not eating Yuan Zhou's roast goose, and even more dissatisfied with the roast goose that didn't even appeal to his appetite. dissatisfied.

Of course, when he said this, Wu Zhou still cared about his girlfriend's face, so he didn't say it loudly, but the people present heard it and pretended not to hear it, but Liao Rui repeated the words to invite the chef. .

"Okay, that's troublesome." Zhuang Xinmu agreed this time, and it would be a bit embarrassing if he disagreed again.

"You two, please wait a moment. You can try some small desserts first. The desserts we have here taste very good." Manager Liao said and motioned to the people behind to serve exquisite and lovely desserts.

After the desserts were served, Manager Liao left. The woman in a short cheongsam was still responsible for explaining the desserts, from the recipe to the ingredients and its meaning.

"Manager Liao, why did you ask the chef to explain to them?" Liao Rui was followed by another private room waiter. She couldn't hold it in for a long time before she asked.

"Who is there when you come here?" Liao Rui did not answer, but asked.

"Don't worry, manager, Xiaoye is here." The waitress said immediately.

"Well, that's good." Liao Rui nodded.

"Manager, we have so many people coming to book weddings every day, but many of them can't be booked. Why are you?" The waitress followed for a while and asked again.

"This was introduced by Yao Qing, otherwise why would he jump in the queue and come in to try the food?" Liao Rui then spoke.

"It turns out to be Miss Yao. I think the chef will be angry after a while." The waitress didn't look like a waiter and even joked.

"Xiaomi, don't joke around during working hours." Liao Rui said sternly.

"I know, brother." The waitress stuck out her tongue when she saw no one was there.

"Okay, let's go to the kitchen. I'll go find Chef Zhan." Liao Rui said seriously.

"Okay, goodbye brother." The waitress waved and returned to her work.

Chef Zhan is about fifty years old. He wears a chef's hat and has a meticulous look. He is skinny and skinny, with two blushes on his face and serious eyes. Although he has never taken any chef certificate in his life, he has only studied roast goose, so this Roast goose is also his favorite place.

Naturally, there is no room for doubt.

"Master Zhan, can this goose be taken out and brushed with sesame oil in the middle? It might make it more delicious." A young man wearing a chef's uniform suggested in a low voice.

"If I brush you and bake it, I'm sure the result will be only fat and no brains." Chef Zhan said angrily.

"I told you, Master, don't say anything when roasting goose!" Someone immediately grabbed the young chef.

"Oh." The man immediately became alert, took a step back and stopped talking.

"I have been roasting the goose for many years, and you have only been touching the goose for so long. Get away." Chef Zhan drove the person away with a glare.

"Hello, Chef Zhan." Liao Rui came in during this gap and greeted him first.

"What's the matter, Manager Liao?" Chef Zhan didn't even turn around, just stared at the goose.

"I hope you can come over to the Clivia box and talk about your goose." Manager Liao still knows Chef Zhan's temper.

It seemed important to say this without making him angry.

"You guys can't even explain it. Go away for five minutes and you guys will watch. If you need anything, call me." Chef Zhan followed suit and immediately said to the chef on the side.

"Yes, yes, of course you are the only one who knows geese best in this store." Manager Liao said seriously.

"Of course, who can make better goose than me?" When Chef Zhan said this, he was not boasting, it was absolute confidence.