Chapter 1603: Hands that donât get oily
âPlease Donât Let Me Down. But I heard that boss Yuan has never let anyone down in terms of culinary skills.â Thinking of the highest evaluation of Yuan Zhouâs cooking skills that he had heard in the past three years, Huang Fei thought so in his heart.
Of course, Huang Fei had also tried this bowl of soybean milk in accordance with the highest requirements.
Huang Fei could already feel the slight coolness of the soybean milk when it was brought to the tip of his nose. Although the temperature in the shop was just right, as an adult man in his Prime, he was still very afraid of heat.
After all, he had been standing in line for so long, so he was still sweating a little. However, the slight chill that lingered around the tip of his nose made Huang Fei feel a little cool.
Because it was iced soybean milk, even the soybean milk had a very light taste. It was not as fragrant as the steaming youtiao at the side.
But Huang Fei didnât care and directly fed it into his mouth. In an instant, he felt the coolness of drinking a bowl of sour plum soup in hot weather spread from his mouth to his throat.
When it reached his throat, the soybean milk became warm. At the same time, an extremely rich bean fragrance burst out from his throat and filled his mouth.
âOh.â Huang Fei couldnât help but shut his mouth tightly. The fragrance rushed into his nose, and together with the rich, smooth texture and the cold texture, several flavors appeared in his mind at the same time, making him sigh.
âItâs good. â Huang Fei couldnât help but swallow his soy milk.
Huang Fei couldnât be bothered to savor the taste of the soybean milk anymore. He impatiently took another big gulp.
Huang Fei took a longer time to taste this mouthful of soybean milk. This time, he was able to taste more of its flavor. The moment the soybean milk entered his mouth, it felt cool, followed by a thick and smooth texture. After that, the faint fragrance of the soybean slowly rose in his mouth. When it was swallowed down, the temperature was even higher, causing the soybean milk to become warm. The fragrance of the beans with a natural and fresh taste began to erupt from there.
Out of habit, Huang Fei pursed his lips, allowing the fragrance to remain in his mouth. However, the fragrance rushed into his nose from his seven orifices, allowing him to have a more direct sense of it.
âThe fragrance is rich and smooth, but because itâs frozen, it doesnât leak out, until it explodes in the throat. Itâs really amazing.â Huang Feiâs comment attracted Wang Qiangâs attention.
âOh? Itâs this good even when itâs cold?â Wang Qiang asked curiously as he took a sip of the warm bean milk.
âItâs very good. No wonder Iâve been listening to it for three years.â Huang Fei was not stingy with his praise.
For the past three years, Yuan Zhou had always treated Huang Fei as âsomeone elseâs child.â It was not hard to imagine that he had still conquered Huang Feiâs taste buds under such circumstances.
âOf course. You should try this hot soybean milk. The taste is so good that it touches the heart.â Wang Qiang quickly promoted.
âIâll drink the hot one after I finish the cold one. â Huang Fei said.
âWhat about the youtiao? donât you want to dip it in soy milk?â Wang Qiang was older, so he pointed to the Golden fried dough sticks and asked.
âWait for me, Iâll take one more sip, the last sip.â Wang Qiang looked at the Golden fried dough sticks and then at the iced bean milk he had just drunk. He struggled for a while, but in the end, the idea of more ways to eat it prevailed and he nodded.
âIâm going to dip it in deep-fried dough sticks. â Wang Qiang restrained himself and took another sip of soy milk, then directly reached out to pick up the youtiao.
This time, Yuan Zhouâs breakfast of soybean milk and deep-fried dough sticks was a set meal, a bowl of soybean milk and two deep-fried dough sticks. Thatâs right, there were two deep-fried dough sticks, which were as big as the ones sold outside when he was young.
The chopsticks were seven centimeters long and wide. They could also be divided into two from the middle. The Golden fried dough sticks in his hand were fried until they were crispy. He could even hear the sizzling sound when he pinched them slightly.
âKa Cha,â Wang Qiang directly used his hand to break the youtiao into two sections. The crisp youtiao broke instantly, revealing the fluffy inside.
The inside of the youtiao was hollow, and the White dough had been fried until it had honeycomb eyes. Moreover, the smell of the oil mixed with the smell of wheat and flour rushed to the tip of Wang Qiangâs nose from the broken part.
âOh my, it smells so good. It smells like the food I ate when I was young.â Wang Qiangâs eyes widened in surprise and he couldnât wait to take a bite.
âCreak.â The outer layer broke with a crisp sound, and then the extremely soft honeycomb-like white dough inside was revealed.
As the outside was directly in contact with the hot oil at a high temperature, it was very fragrant and even had a burnt smell. However, the inside was not like that. It had a natural wheat fragrance, and the taste was extremely wonderful when the two were mixed.
âItâs delicious. Itâs soft and crunchy. Itâs even more delicious than the deep-fried dough sticks I remember when I was young. â Wang Qiang finished half of the youtiao in a short time.
Wang Qiang stopped when he was about to wipe his hands with a handkerchief out of habit.
Wang Qiangâs fingers were thick when he held a knife all year round, and there were many wounds and calluses on his palms. In general, this pair of hands was not good-looking, but they were the hands of a chef.
But now, Wang Qiang was staring at his hand in a daze.
âChef Wang, whatâs wrong with you?â Huang Fei, who had just finished his last mouthful of iced soybean milk, noticed his unusual behavior and asked with concern.
âI know youâre very proud, and youâre usually very confident in your cooking skills, right?â Wang Qiang didnât answer immediately, but changed the topic.
âOf course.â Huang Fei said proudly.
However, when his proud eyes met the soy milk and youtiao in front of him, he couldnât help but add,ââBut not in front of head chef Yuan,â the chef said.
âI just want to ask you if you can make sure that your hands donât get oily after eating the deep-fried breadsticks?â Wang Qiang ignored his last sentence and asked directly.
âWhat?â Huang Fei asked subconsciously.
âLook, thereâs nothing on my hand.â Wang Qiang stretched out his hand that was just eating the fried dough stick and said.
âThatâs impossible. â Huang Fei shook his head reflexively. From a logical point of view, this was not scientific.
âYouâll know when you try it. â Wang Qiang didnât force an explanation. Even if someone else told him this, he wouldnât believe it, unless he saw it with his own eyes.
âIf itâs true, then itâs really amazing.â Huang Feiâs brows furrowed as he heard the seriousness in Wang Qiangâs words.
âItâs indeed magical. â Wang Qiang nodded.
âNo, you donât understand what I mean. Maybe you donât know, maybe you donât know, but Iâve heard that top chefs can make fried rice without oil on the plate and fried food without oil on the hands, but isnât that just a legend?â Huang Fei stared at the Golden fried dough sticks on the table and couldnât help but gulp.
Donât misunderstand, Huang Fei wasnât greedy, he was shocked. Fine, smelling such a fragrant aroma made him a little greedy, but that wasnât important.
âWhat legend? I donât even know about this legend. â Wang Qiang couldnât help but sigh. For the first time, he felt that he was a little behind in consulting.
âI also heard it from my father.â Huang Fei continued,âitâs said that a few hundred years ago, there was a rich man who spent a sky-high price to hire a legendary Royal Chef to make breakfast for him. There was a dessert called Qiao Guo that didnât stick to oil. It was said to be extremely delicious.â
âSo your family has a record?â Wang Qiang asked curiously.
âOf course⊠Not. I already said that itâs just a legend. I canât even imagine that the oil wonât stick to my hands after I fry it.â Huang Fei shook his head and gasped for breath.
âThereâs no point in saying more, youâll know when you pick it up and try it,â Wang Qiang said.
âYes, I will.â Huang Fei took out his own handkerchief and wiped his hands three times before picking up the dough stick.
In fact, it could be seen from here that when food critics and chefs ate the delicacies cooked by Yuan Zhou, they were different from ordinary customers.
Ordinary diners would say âunpalatable,ââdelicious,ââdelicious,â and âthis is the taste of boss Yuan.â
They wouldnât think,âhow is this possibleâ or âwhat kind of amazing technique or method was used in this dish.â
Of course, they all ate with their mouths open. There was no difference between the two eating methods. It could only be said that Yuan Zhouâs food was able to withstand pondering and was straightforwardly delicious.
âItâs so crunchy. Iâm afraid Iâll just crush it. â Huang Fei couldnât help but ask.
âNo, youâll understand after you eat.â Wang Qiang shook his head.
âIâll try it now. â After Huang Fei raised Yuan Zhouâs cooking skills to a higher level in his heart, he broke open the deep-fried dough stick.
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