Chapter 417 Impressed the Diehard Fans
Lao Liang’s two friends suddenly realized after hearing his explanation.
"That's right. If I were to eat my favorite food after so many years, I would burst into tears."
"So Lao Liang is quite reserved?"
While the two were chatting and laughing, they tasted their first bite of chickpea pudding.
Silence, lasting silence.
After a few minutes passed, there was a sound that was almost a sigh.
“This is the second time I have eaten chickpeas from Yongnianlou, but the feeling of eating it is completely different from the first time. The taste is obviously similar... It’s strange, why? "
"The true master's craftsmanship is like this, oh no, this craftsmanship is like a cooking god! To be honest, I think this tastes better than Mr. Jiang's chicken bean curd..."
In the second half of the sentence, he deliberately lowered his voice and glanced at Lao Liang secretly.
Afraid of being violently beaten on the spot by an old friend.
But the facts are the facts.
After being beaten ten thousand times, he would still say that this bowl of chicken bean curd is slightly better than Mr. Jiang’s chicken bean curd!
“I heard it.”
The person who said this was actually Lao Liang.
The two friends laughed and said:
“I, we didn’t mean that.”
Lao Liang was unexpectedly calm.
"It doesn't matter what you mean. In my case, this bowl of chicken bean curd is as good as Lao Jiang."
Lao Liang showed rare sanity, which made both friends happy. Stunned.
What's going on?
Lao Liang, a loyal fan of Mr. Jiang, would actually say such a thing?
Isn’t he an absolute supporter of Mr. Jiang? Whenever someone says something bad about Mr. Jiang, he will jump up and fight like a fighting cock?
The two friends thought that Lao Liang had gone crazy and wanted to take him to the psychiatric department of the hospital.
...Well, of course, after savoring this bowl of chickpea pudding.
Lao Liang smiled and did not explain much.
Indeed, Mr. Jiang’s chicken bean curd is the number one in his heart, and this position can never be replaced.
Because it represents not only the absolute deliciousness in memory, but also the time of youth that cannot be turned back.
At that time, he flew all over the world just for a bite to eat, as if he had unlimited energy and strong curiosity.
He also thought that he would always be like this.
The result?
How long has it been since he flew thousands of miles and flew for several hours just to have a bite of fresh three-prawn noodles just fished out of the lake?
Time solidified his memory and took away his desire to explore food.
However, when he ate this bowl of chickpea pudding, what he thought of was full of vitality and high interest.
Even the long-lost curiosity and desire to explore in his heart also started to burn.
The two friends on the side didn't have time to pay much attention to Lao Liang.
After a brief banter, they continued to be immersed in the delicious shock brought by chickpea flowers.
Shocked and moved at the same time.
Incredible, incredible, a young chef in his 20s can actually beat a Sichuan cuisine master like Mr. Jiang who has been famous for many years?
This is absolutely shocking news for the chef world.
But for diners, this is great news!
My friend’s face was filled with happiness, and he laughed out loud as he thought about it:
“Such a great chef, so young, and in Yanjing...our mouths will be in our mouths in the next few decades. You don’t have to worry about it hahaha!”
Another friend poured cold water on him:
“You forgot, this chef is a star. He comes to Yongnian Building just to film a variety show, not for a serious job. , maybe I will go back to filming TV series in the future.”
A friend is struck by lightning.
As everyone knows, Lao Liang is even more excited than them.
“How can that work!”
So, after finishing the meal, Lao Liang insisted on writing a letter to the chef of Chickpea Flowers, sincerely telling the story of his fate with Chickpea Flowers , and expressed his gratitude for being reunited with old memories as a diner. After finishing it, he still felt it was not enough, so he had to ask his writer friend to help him polish it.
This eloquent letter contained thousands of words. Three pieces of letter paper were taken out, stuffed into envelopes, and asked to be handed over to the chef at the front desk.
On the envelope, write it down one stroke at a time with the most sincere heart——
Received from Master Nanzhi.
Your most loyal diners.
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Nanzhi was so busy at noon that he once again reenacted the scene where three assistants helped yesterday.
Later, when she was frying oil and frying, she didn’t need to do chores such as pouring oil or rinsing the pot. She only had to stand on the stove and start frying. After frying, she took it out of the pan and left the rest to her. Others handle it.
As time goes by, the entire process becomes more and more coordinated.
It is like a precision-operated machine, even the gear meshing is accurate.
Not to mention, if you look closely, you can see the beauty of flowing clouds and flowing water!
[It’s really eye-opening, it turns out that real kitchen chefs are so good! 】
【What is this? I have seen a documentary before, saying that in ancient times, imperial chefs even had dedicated servants to pinch their shoulders and beat their legs! 】
【Don’t look at how much revenue my sister Zhi has created for Yongnian Building! Just smile and be content. 】
【Who still remembers that our "Little Cub" was originally a baby version of the transformation plan? 】
【Ah, I dream back to the first golden egg fried rice! 】
[Nanzhi received another basket of letters and gifts. This is like chasing stars! 】
【I would chase him if it were me! After all, chasing stars may bring down the house, but Sister Zhi’s craftsmanship is forever divine! 】
【So when can I go up and eat? Haven't you all had enough? Point and point! 】
……
The noon business hours finally ended, and Nanzhi’s tense shoulders relaxed immediately, and she sat back on the chair with difficulty concealing her exhaustion.
Um? Chair?
Nanzhi turned around and saw a handsome young chef with thick eyebrows and big eyes smiling flatteringly at her.
"Master Nan, I just moved here, are you used to sitting there?"
Of course Nazhi is used to it.
To be precise, the feeling from the past is back.
She couldn't help but smile, as if she was nostalgic for the past memories.
“Well, thank you.”
Nanzhi nodded politely.
The live broadcast room was quietly agitated:
[Hey, hey, what's going on? Has an unusual taste! 】
[Don’t tell me, this guy is really handsome. 】
【It is understandable that our sister Zhi is beautiful and talented, so it is inevitable that young boys will admire her heartily! 】
【Hey, the handsome guy is blushing! Sorry! 】
【Ah, I disagree! Wild man, stay away from my wife! 】
【Come one by one! Call one by one! 】
...
However, the development of things was obviously beyond the audience's expectations.
The young and handsome chef smiled shyly at Nanzhi.
It seems that after a long struggle, he finally said to Nanzhi:
"Well, Master Nan..."
"Well, you tell me."
The chef grinned and showed his big white teeth:
"Can you...can you help me check my knife skills this afternoon? I have been practicing hard lately. Something is wrong, but after listening to what you said to Master Xiao Nan yesterday, I suddenly understood what I couldn’t figure out before! So I asked Master Nan for a few words of advice..."
(End of this chapter)