Chapter 470 Honey Pride

Authentic Emirati fried rice has a unique taste and a lot of spices. Generally speaking, Chinese people are not used to it. [No pop-up novel website]

It is precisely because of this that many restaurants either directly abandon those unfamiliar spices, or slightly add one or two that suit local tastes, so Slika is not used to it.

This feels like Sichuan people eating fake spicy hot pot, and Hunan people feeling unhappy after eating fake flavored shrimp.

So Slika's mood has not been great these days, which is why he can be satisfied just by eating rice.

Fortunately, Yuan Zhou was very fast. Even if he simmered the rice properly for a while, it was ready quickly.

"Here are the meals for the three of you." Zhou Jia served the meals skillfully.

"Thank you." The three of them thanked them almost at the same time.

"Please use it slowly." Zhou Jia said politely and went to bring the next meal.

"Oh, there is no fragrance at all." Slika frowned and was disappointed.

"Manager, don't be too quick to be disappointed. You'll understand after you eat it." Ma Zhida signaled with a smile on his face.

"That's right, try it, you might be surprised." The minister was still riding a tiger because she found that the rice did not have any fragrance.

Even the other ones that are not so authentic still have some flavor of spices, but the ones here have none at all, which is enough to explain the reason, but now is not the time to vent your anger.

"Okay, the color looks pretty good." Slika shrugged, completely giving up hope.

The rice in front of me was served in a nothing special black lithium porcelain pot. It had long brown rice grains with distinct grains. There were some raisins, sesame seeds and peanuts dotted in the center of the rice.

"Then give it a try." Mazhida said directly this time.

"Okay, okay, I will." Slika nodded, then picked up the spoon and started eating.

He scooped up the rice with a spoon and put it directly into his mouth without looking at it.

"Huh?" Slika raised her eyebrows in surprise.

As soon as the rice enters the mouth, a strong smell of spices rushes straight into the throat. This is the familiar Emirati taste of Srika.

And the next thing is the elasticity of the rice,

It feels a bit gummy when chewed.

A slightly spicy and spicy feeling filled the mouth, and then there was the unignorable aroma of the rice, which made the spicy feeling even more distinct.

With two "clicks", Slika bit into the peanuts, and the unique fragrance of peanuts burst out, followed by the sweet and sour taste of raisins.

This raisin is absolutely the best. It tastes soft and tender, even with a hint of secret grape juice, but also has the unique gelatinous texture of raisins.

"This is too delicious!" Slika swallowed a mouthful of fried rice, her eyes immediately lit up, and she said loudly.

“How can there be such authentic hand-picked rice in China?!”

"This chef must have stayed in the Middle East, or is a Middle Easterner!" Slika made a decisive judgment.

"Boss Yuan is from China. I don't know whether he has been to the Middle East or not," Ma Zhida explained.

Slika couldn't believe it: "How can it have such an authentic taste?"

"As long as you are satisfied, Manager Slika." The smile on Mazhida's face was proud and proud.

"Oh, of course, I'm so satisfied. The taste is so wonderful, better than most Middle Eastern chefs." Slika said sincerely.

"I just said that Xiao Ma's introduction was pretty good." The minister was especially grateful for his firmness just now.

This was the first time that Slika showed a satisfied smile while eating.

"No more, no more, it won't taste good after it gets cold." Slika was not in the mood to talk, lowered her head and started eating.

"Minister, let's eat too." Mazhida said proudly to the beautiful minister.

"Of course, maybe this is delicious too." The minister pointed to the food in front of him with a smile on his face.

"Of course it's delicious." Mazhida nodded affirmatively.

"Hey, don't talk, let's eat." Slika raised her head and glanced dissatisfied at the two people chatting.

"Okay, okay." The minister immediately responded with a sweet smile.

Seeing that both of them were eating obediently, Slika nodded with satisfaction and continued to enjoy her food.

"It didn't have any aroma when it was served, but now it tastes so good. It's really magical." Slika said with emotion while eating, his mouth still full of food.

Then I ate a big mouthful of fried rice with another "Ah woo".

While chewing, Slika enjoyed the various taste stimulations released by the fried rice in her mouth.

"It's so delicious." Slika sighed.

Yuanzhou's fried rice is always only enough for an adult man to be eighty-cent full, and when people eat delicious food, they feel that there is even less food in front of them.

So Islika felt like she had just finished eating after appetizing.

Looking at the empty black bottom of the pot, Slika was a little confused for a moment.

"You finished eating so quickly?" Slika said in disbelief.

"Yes, Mr. Slika." Mazhida nodded seriously.

But in my heart I was cursing, "Hey, let you foreigners also experience Boss Yuan's craftsmanship and rules."

"Miss, have another piece of this fried rice." Slika finished her trance and said directly to Zhou Jia beside her.

"Sir, I'm sorry, the rules in the store are that each person can only order one meal at a time." Zhou Jia stepped forward and explained carefully.

"What?" Slika felt that her Chinese was not good and she didn't understand it at all.

"That is to say, you can't order the same thing you just ate." Zhou Jia explained straightforwardly.

"Hey, I don't understand. I need the fried rice just now, delicious fried rice." Slika pointed to the empty bowl in front of him and said seriously.

In order to eat, foodies can do more than people imagine, not to mention that Slika has not had a good meal for several days. It is rare to have such delicious food that matches the taste and even exceeds those with three Michelin stars in the country. How could it not be in front of you? Excited.

What's more, this kind of craftsmanship requires queuing for an hour to eat. Slika didn't jump up because he was well behaved.

So it's too easy to pretend that you don't understand something.

"Mr. Ma, please explain." Zhou Jia smiled, looked at Ma Zhida and said.

"Okay." Mazhida shrugged and was about to speak when the minister beside him spoke.

"Little girl, that's your boss, right? Please ask him to come over." The minister said to Zhou Jia.

"Yes, that's Boss Yuan, but rules are rules and the boss won't agree." Zhou Jia nodded and said firmly.

"That's not necessarily the case. Let's get another one at ten times the price." The minister said with a particularly nice smile.

"Madam, someone paid a hundred times the price last time, and the result has not changed. After all, Boss Yuan's nickname is Compass." Zhou Jia smiled with his teeth exposed.

"Compass is the kind of person who can't be wrong even by a centimeter." Zhou Jia continued.

"Minister, don't go to such trouble, I have an idea." Ma Zhida immediately interrupted the beautiful minister's call.

Yes, the beauty minister is going to call Yuan Zhou directly. After all, Slika is here to inspect on behalf of the head office, so he cannot say that he is not satisfied with eating fried rice.

"Hey, if you have an idea, just tell me immediately." Slika looked at Mazhida eagerly.

"It's actually very simple." Ma Zhida smiled determinedly, then looked at Zhou Jia and spoke.

"This beauty and I each want a vegetarian meal."

ps: Sorry, sorry, it’s so late today, I’m really sorry...