He was the 17th.
It wasnât until Yan Ming followed Zhong Xiaoxiao for two steps that he realized that he could enter the restaurant to eat immediately. He turned his head and saw the person waiting behind him with an anxious and expectant look on his face. He instantly felt satisfied.
âIt suits my style of pursuing efficiency very well. As expected of head chef Yuanâs small restaurant. It really brings me great fortune.â
Because he had entered by the bar, there werenât many seats left after Yan Ming went in. There was only the last seat at the bar counter and one seat at a four-seater table on the other side. He looked at the three beautiful women sitting at the four-seater table, who had different auras but were equally attractive, and he decisively chose the last seat at the bar.
âYou can eat whatever you want here without caring about your image.â
Although Yan Ming was single due to his ability, he still couldnât eat without any image in front of several beautiful women. He didnât know how delicious Yuan Zhouâs food was. It wouldnât be good if he gobbled up the food without any image and scared the others.
Yan Ming was thinking too much. Even Yin ya, who ate Yuan Zhouâs dishes every day, couldnât remember her image after eating Yuan Zhouâs dishes, let alone other people.
No one would pay attention to their image when they ate in this restaurant. Even if they had made up their mind at the beginning, they would forget it when they were eating the delicious food. This was because there was no space for anything else in their minds except for the delicious food.
âIt seems that Iâm really lucky to have new Zhejiang cuisine served today.â Yan Ming was in a good mood.
Thatâs right, Yan Mingâs ancestral home was in Zhejiang Province, but he had been developing in Beijing and rarely went back there. After all, things were doing well in Beijing. He bought a house, a car, and even brought his parents over to live there. There were not many people there, so it had been a long time since he had gone back. However, the exquisite and mellow dishes left in his young memories would not fade.
Not to mention that his mother would always cook the local dishes from Zhejiang Province every time he went home, so he was quite familiar with them. Naturally, it was not bad to be able to eat familiar flavors in this small restaurant. At first, he was still hesitating whether to order Sichuan cuisine or Jiangsu cuisine or Shanghai cuisine, which was more similar to Zhejiang cuisine, but now he didnât have to worry about it anymore.
âAre they serving new Zhejiang cuisine today?â
When su Ruoyan came over to order, Yan Ming first asked to confirm. As for why he didnât flip through the menu himself, he would never admit it. He had flipped through it for a long time and all he saw were delicious dishes. He couldnât wait to order everything, but he didnât see any Zhejiang dishes.
âYes, sir. Theyâre all here. What would you like to order?â
Su Ruoyan directly took a step forward and flipped the menu in front of Yan Ming to the Zhejiang cuisine section, then stepped back and waited for him to make a decision.
Yan Ming lowered his head and saw very familiar dishes such as West Lake Beef Soup, West Lake vinegar fish, colorful eel shreds, and so on. Many of them were familiar Zhejiang cuisine.
This familiarity was only for Yan Ming himself. To be honest, if he wasnât from Zhejiang Province, he wouldnât be able to tell the difference between the Jiangsu and Zhejiang cuisines. It was already good enough that he could tell that a dish was from Jiangsu and Zhejiang. It would probably be difficult to tell the other dishes.
âIâll have a Longjing shrimp, a West Lake water lily soup, a Dongpo Pork, and a dry-fried Bell. Just these will do. â
Yan Ming had originally wanted to order all the dishes made with tea leaves. The tea he had drunk at Yuan Zhouâs restaurant had really amazed him and he had been thinking about it. However, when he saw those familiar dishes, he always felt that he would be letting his stomach down if he didnât eat them. Thus, he could only make a difficult choice and order all the dishes. Unfortunately, he didnât have a dimensional stomach. Otherwise, he could have ordered all the dishes.
He felt a little regretful, but reality was reality. He wanted to eat a lot, so he could only reluctantly remove the rice and add one more dish. This was already the maximum capacity of his stomach.
âOkay, please wait a moment, customer.â
Su Ruoyan took her leave after taking down the menu. After she passed the menu to Yuan Zhou, she went to order the remaining customers.
âDonât think of your old country to your old friends, try new tea with new fire, poetry and wine while youâre young. â The great writer, Su Dongpo, had left behind many poems in many places in Jiangnan that had been passed down for thousands of years. Even after leaving Jiangnan, he could not forget this place that had triggered a lot of inspiration.
The later generations created the Longjing shrimp dish based on his awkward phrases. It was not only a dish of River delicacies, but also a treasure from before the Ming Dynasty. It was also a poetic dish.
The refreshing aroma of tea combined with the fresh aroma of the shrimp, creating a Zen-like atmosphere between the Green Mountains and the clear waters. It made one feel as if they could sense the wild and delicate feelings of the literary giants of the past.
Yan Ming took a deep breath and inhaled all the fresh tea fragrance into his body, washing away the turbid air in his lungs. He felt as if his entire body was floating.
As soon as the first dish, Longjing shrimp, was served, Yan Mingâs imagination was already running wild before he even ate it. Not to mention the fragrance, even the beautiful color was very pleasing to the eye.
The color was like white jade, revealing an alluring fragrance. The shrimp was curled and white, the tea leaves were smooth and dark green, and the rich and beautiful tea fragrance was intoxicating and refreshing.
Yan Ming was very excited. He picked up his chopsticks and picked up a shrimp and put it into his mouth. It was fresh, tender, and smooth. The fragrance of Longjing tea had soaked the whole shrimp. The juice with a little bit of unique tea bitterness and the sweet, tender, and smooth shrimp meat combined together like a Fallen Leaf falling into a clear stream, flowing with the waves, free, and unrestrained. It made people feel like they were bursting with joy.
âThe shrimp meat is fresh and tender, and the tea leaves are fragrant and natural. Itâs a perfect match. Itâs not because there are more or less tea leaves, or more or less shrimp, but because itâs just right. It really lives up to its reputation.â
Although Yan Ming had only eaten one prawn, he seemed to be able to understand why those friends of his couldnât help comparing the same dish cooked by Yuan Zhou with the other chefs when they were having dinner together.
It wasnât intentional, but rather unconsciously, they would compare in their hearts. After eating Yuan Zhouâs dishes, they really had a feeling of âitâs difficult to be back to the water after going through the vast ocean. Thereâs nothing else other than the clouds.â
The dishes cooked by Yuan Zhou couldnât be compared with the dishes cooked by others at all. Since the tongue had already seen the most beautiful scenery, it naturally wouldnât look at the more beautiful ones. This was probably similar to the theory that people advocated the idea of raising rich girls.
Not only were the prawns fresh and sweet, but even the tea leaves inside were also very fragrant. The slight bitterness stimulated his taste buds and made his bodyâs cells active, ready to receive more baptism.
There were definitely a lot of prawns on the plate. There were more than ten of them, and each one was as thick as an index finger. However, Yan Ming didnât even feel a wave when he ate it, and his stomach didnât even feel any waves.
Yan Mingâs face was expressionless.âHead chef Yuanâs restaurant is really good at everything. Itâs just that the portion is too small. Thatâs not good at all.â
He refused to admit that he had eaten too much. Instead, he felt that Yuan Zhouâs portion was definitely too little. Otherwise, if he didnât have any reaction after eating a dish, it must be a problem with the amount of the dish if not his stomach.
However, there wasnât much time left for Yan Ming to think about this serious question. The next dish was served.
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