亚洲一区二区狠干

Chapter 147 – Master, Your Dishes Can’t Compare

Translated by Kitchennovel dot com

“If the host wish for it, the [System] could design a special packaging that would analyse the intention of the target. As soon as it detects any intention other than a desire to eat, it will self destruct itself along with the content.” the [System’s] voice suddenly piped up.

“How much for one?” Mike asked interestedly.

After a short pause, the [System] answered, “Only 10 gold each.”

“Pei!” Mike rolled his eyes and trotted over to the kitchen.

One [Juicy Burger] could only be sold for 3 gold!

“Here’s your [Yang Zhou Fried Rice].” Abbe Mia placed the first plate of [Yang Zhou Fried rice] in front of Wayson Neo with a smile. This customer was a little pitiful. The poor man was literally on his knees, begging for Boss Mike to give him some food, and looking at his pale face, she could believe that this poor man was close to starvation.

“Thank you.” Wayson Neo said simply, his eyes fixed eagerly upon the plate of [Yang Zhou Fried Rice]. Though had seen people eat this fried rice this morning, but in truth, he was not exactly all there this morning and hadn’t really noticed what was going on around him. Now that he had this plate filled with something that’s not only wonderfully colourful to look at, but was now enticing him with its exquisitely complex and alluring fragrance. He swallowed.

As Abbé Mia brought the [Yang Zhou Fried Rice] over, its fragrance attracted many gazes to. It just so happened that the restaurant bosses were standing almost next to Wayson Neo, and now they all fixed their wide eye gazes onto his fried rice.

“Just what is that thing? Why did he chop everything up into such tiny pieces? What kind of flavour could this dish posses without a hint of chewiness?” Andrew frowned.

His restaurant was well known in Aden Square for their huge pork chops, and they were ranked as 18th most delicious food in Aden Square. Part of his fame was thanks to the showmanship butchering he liked to do in front of his restaurant. Each time he saw one of his customers biting into his huge chops, a happy feeling suffuse his whole body.

“The chicken egg has to be the key that ties in all the other ingredients’ flavour together. This exquisite balance is the secret to this alluring scent. From the size of it, those looks like... rice? Could it be that every single rice is all wrapped in chicken’s egg? But how is it done? Rice is really tiny, you know, just... how?” Bernice‘s eyes were bright and filled with questions.

Her restaurant’s signature dish ranked number 13 in Aden Square, and they were famous for their delicate cooking that brought out the special qualities of fine ingredients. Therefore, she was particularly interested in the knife work needed to cut all the ingredients into such tiny and uniformed pieces.

“From the colour and shine of the ingredients, these had to be high end ingredient. But, why fry all these valuable ingredients in oil? Why all the oil and seasoning? Is this a really good idea? Everyone has a different taste, this kind of wholesale cooking which doesn’t even take a customers’ taste into consideration, wouldn’t it be disgusting?” Miles frowned in thought.

His restaurant took customers’ tastes very seriously and specialize in custom making each dish according to their preferences. While this technique meant his restaurant didn’t have a signature dish, he still had quite a good crowd of regulars, and business was not bad.

However, while everyone have their own doubts, no one actually said anything. It was not good manners to talk about other chef’s cooking while in their territory. It could be misinterpreted as an attempt to disrupt other restaurant’s business. As a chef, it was just not the done thing to do.

“En?” feeling eyes poking at him, Wayson Neo looked up, and saw the fixed gazes from several uncles and aunts staring straight at him. He subconsciously draw the plate of fried rice closer to himself and a little helplessly, “Hey, these uncles and aunties... can you please stop staring at me, it’s making me nervous, ah.”

“Don’t be nervous, we’re just looking, we’re not going to take your food.” Andrew laughed heartily, the fat on his entire body trembling, it was kind of terrifying.

“Do whatever you like.” Wayson Neo looked away, there was no way he could fight against a man who could hold down a live pig with one hand. However, his stomach choose that moment to grumble again, and so he chose to focus his attention on the fried rice. He picked up a spoon and scooped a moderate amount of [Yang Zhou Fried Rice] into his mouth.

“Such- such deliciousness!”

Wayson Neo’s eyes brightened, enjoying the spark of deliciousness spreading through his mouth. The flavours from several different kinds of ingredients melted together in a great harmonious symphony. He felt almost drunk from that unique kind of tastiness.

He swallowed almost reluctantly, and felt his throat warmed up as the rice travelled down his throat. His thin and wasted body slowly awakened to various sensation, like a dry land feeling the touch of spring rain after a long drought. It was warm and satisfying, a good amount of the weariness in his body dissipated almost immediately. There was even the tiniest red flush on his cheeks, and even his hands felt stronger.

“It’s working! It’s really working! It works faster than all those folk remedy, and, and the taste, it’s just too delicious. No wonder my old lady couldn’t stop eating.” Wayson Neo’s eyes were very large and his face flushed with happiness as he stared at the [Yang Zhou Fried Rice]. Another spoonful of rice went into his mouth, and he chewed happily, his beautiful sparkling with tears of happiness. One after another, spoonful after spoonful, he just could not stop himself as he wholeheartedly stuffed his mouth with more fried rice. Everything else around him had fallen away in the face of this [Yang Zhou Fried Rice].

[Gulu]

Everyone who happened to be watching Wayson Neo could not help but swallowed as they stared at him.

“Could it really be that delicious?”

Was the general question floating in everyone’s mind. They found they could not take their eyes off Wayson Neo and his rapidly diminishing plate of [Yang Zhou Fried Rice]. Those who never had [Yang Zhou Fried Rice] before tried to imagine what it tasted like and grew hungrier, and hungrier.

One by one, the dishes were sent out, soon the air was swimming with the combine scent of [Juicy Burger] and [Yang Zhou Fried Rice], to the point that the people in line were starting to jiggle their feet anxiously.

However, the half dragon waitress was firm about taking orders according the sequence people came in, and the dishes were all sent out according to this sequence. Not a single mistake was made. Also, since the people sitting and enjoying their food were all smiles, there was nothing that the waiting customers could say.

“What’s that one?” the peanut gallery by the counter were now watching a nearby customer who was now holding a [Juicy Burger] in his hand.

“Isn’t that just two pieces of biscuit with meat in the middle? Moreover, the meat was all in pieces, what’s so delicious about that?” by now, Andrew became even more confused. While the [Yang Zhou Fried Rice] could, by some stretch of imagination, be called fine cuisine, isn’t matching meat with biscuits a perfectly normal thing?

“The smell of this meat is certainly unique, does any of you have any idea how to make something like this?” Bernice couldn’t help but whispered to her fellow restaurateurs. The smell of meat had a much greater impact compared to the [Yang Zhou Fried Rice], and really raises the appetite.

As a customer, your only interest was to eat your delicious food as quickly as possible, but owner chefs, their main concern was how these wonderfully delicious meat was made.

“Fried pork definitely do not smell like this.” said Andrew, shaking his head.

“It’s not baked.” behind them, an older lady shook her head.

“Well, it’s definitely not boiled.” Miles also frowned.

“Why do I get the feeling that this boss had used a completely new cooking method? Could all these food be cooked using innovative methods?” a bald uncle suddenly blurted out.

“Heh, innovative cooking? There’s been quite a few new restaurants popping up nowadays trying to compete using innovative cooking methods, but they’ve all closed down now. I think this boss is just blundering about mashing up different cooking methods to generate interest. It won’t be long before the customers grow tired of his weird cooking style and stop coming completely.” Bishop said with a cold laugh, he had a very disdainful look on his face.

One of the customer seated nearby heard this, and looked up with a frown. When he saw Bishop, his eyes brightened, “Master, I’d advice you not to talk about things you don’t understand. Boss Mike’s [Juicy Burger] is wonderfully delicious. Let me tell you, your shallot pancakes definitely can’t compare”