It is easy to make yellow cabbage into an ugly mess, but in Zhou Zhou's hands, it is as bright as a summer flower, making people like it before eating it. It's so pretty!

Ordinary diners may only praise the beauty of this dish, but what they see in the eyes of an expert is Zhouzhou's superb skills. Hu Lingjiu is an expert among experts. He can even see Zhouzhou's transformation from this dish.

There must be no deviation in any step of the series of operations including eggs, garnishing, lifting from the pan, adding oil, rimming, and shaping. Otherwise, either the color or shape will be damaged, but the taste will be damaged.

When picking up the pickled cabbage, even Hu Lingjiu, an old Qinxing, couldn't bear it. He felt guilty for destroying a beautiful work of art. After eating it, the old chicken king closed his eyes and savored it carefully. The crisp and tender eggs, mellow and mellow.

The thick and juicy diced cloud legs and the fragrant water chestnut diced immediately resonated in the mouth, making this great chef in the culinary world suddenly open his eyes.

Today's Liuhuang Cai is not the Wu Xia Amen of the past. Now Zhouzhou's basic cooking skills are already "Qiante Er", and with the bond of Fatty, the deliciousness is increased. This Huangcai is absolutely delicious.

It is of the level of a first-class chef, not to mention a novelty. Hu Lingjiu is known as the chicken king, but this is the first time he has eaten such an egg dish.

Just because there are two national-level cooking masters in this small dining car, we cannot think that the special-level chefs have become the cabbage that can be seen everywhere on the roadside; the cooking masters do not have master-level skills in every dish.

High-level dishes often represent the pinnacle of a certain dish.

If such a dish still appeared on a train dining car and was prepared by a young chef in his early twenties, even a culinary master would be amazed.

"Lao Hu, how are you? You haven't eaten it before?

Have you opened your eyes? You are known as the Chicken King, and this is the first time you have seen someone making eggs like this, right?"

Zhang Zhouxuan is happy.

This guy from Zhouzhou is really good at it, he deserves to show off everywhere!

Let’s not talk about anything else, let’s just talk about this ‘Huangcai’. It’s only been less than half a month, and it’s made rapid progress! Moreover, Zhouzhou’s progress is still reflected in all the dishes, which is a terrifying improvement in all aspects.

, he has lived for more than sixty years, but this is the first time he has seen such a genius.

Now, in the eyes of the old man, Zhou Zhou is his outstanding nephew. No matter where he goes and meets anyone, he has to praise Zhou Zhou.

Hu Lingjiu snorted slightly: "It's okay...it's quite innovative."

"It's just okay?

Lao Hu, why don't you stop being so arrogant? I don't even bother to talk to you, look at the way you don't mean what you say."

"..."

Hu Lingjiu, who was rare, did not retort. In order to cover up his guilty conscience, he took the Jiangnan lotus leaf rice and started eating it.

The roasted lamb chop porridge in a white porcelain tureen is the delicacy that Mr. Zhang Zhouxuan most "advocates", and it is also what Hu Lingjiu looks forward to most. However, Master Hu has his own rules for eating. The first dish is the starter, then the staple food, and lastly.

Drinking porridge also makes it easier for him to fully understand Zhouzhou, the 'imaginary enemy'.

When it comes to eating, Hu Lingjiu is definitely more professional than Xu Ning, who is half a bottle of vinegar. He did not completely open the lotus leaf, but first tore a small hole in the lotus leaf wrapping the rice, poked it in with a spoon, and dug out the top glutinous rice first.

Put a spoonful into your mouth...

When the soft fragrance of glutinous rice floated around Hu Lingjiu's tongue, the old chicken king secretly sighed, what a good craftsmanship... It's no wonder that the old guy named Zhang praised him, that guy is really good!

Even the first bite made him feel the warmth and satisfaction he deserved, and after he chewed it for a few times, the fragrance of lotus leaves came one after another.

When the salty aroma of the third layer of salted duck egg yolk and the faint taste of soy sauce came to his mouth and tongue along the seams of rice, the old chicken king shook his head and looked at his own eyes with a hatred of iron.

Three apprentices.

Xie Guangyun didn't pay attention to the master at all at this moment, he was munching away.

The old chicken king let out a long sigh, turned around and looked at He Wuhuo, who also looked disgraceful, and then felt a little better...

Why do all the good apprentices belong to other people’s families? I must ask Chef Xiao Zhou later on who his master is, an amazing figure in the culinary world.

Just like Mr. Zhang Zhouxuan back then, Lao Jiwang's first thought was to find out about Zhou Zhou's apprenticeship.

There was a buzzing in his ears, probably because the old man named Zhang had said something sarcastic again, but Hu Lingjiu couldn't hear it at all at this moment, or he didn't want to hear it at all.

What he was most concerned about at the moment was whether Zhouzhou's roasted lamb chop porridge was as unique as Zhang Zhouxuan boasted.

Compared with the novel pickled cabbage, compared with the extremely satisfying Jiangnan lotus leaf rice that has a lot of mixed flavors, the roasted lamb chop porridge is undoubtedly what Hu Lingjiu is most familiar with.

'Bake without roasting' is simple to say, but extremely difficult to actually achieve. This not only reflects a chef's ultimate understanding of the ingredients, but also reflects the chef's precise control of the baking firepower; and roasting is not the best.

The key point is that the focus of this porridge dish is actually the word "boil".

As the saying goes, there is a specialization in the art. Porridge is a large series of Chinese cuisine, which is considered unique. Many chefs with superb skills may not be able to cook porridge. Although Zhang Zhouxuan's tasting ability is unquestionable, he is only from the north after all.

Master of cooking, Hu Lingjiu is a serious master of Cantonese cuisine. He is an expert who has been eating porridge every day since his mother's womb!

As far as eating porridge is concerned, southerners and northerners are not civilizations of the same dimension at all. Hu Lingjiu came to taste this bowl of roasted lamb chop porridge with the intention of reducing the dimensionality.

With an extremely picky mentality, Hu Lingjiu slowly opened the white porcelain tureen containing the roasted lamb chop porridge...

"Um?

It’s such an authentic bowl of porridge?”

As the saying goes, laymen only watch the excitement, while experts watch the door.

When Hu Lingjiu saw the light yellow rice oil floating on the surface of the porridge, he knew that this bowl of porridge was definitely not simple!

This boy surnamed Zhou is very powerful...it's not difficult to boil the rice oil, but it's very difficult to let his eyes see through this layer of rice oil to see the pure white porridge underneath.

Hu Lingjiu deliberately shook the white porcelain bowl. The porridge was still white and clear under the slight vibration, but it was very solid. The porridge liquid in the lower layer did not affect the rice oil in the upper layer. He was stunned again.

This bowl of porridge has definitely been boiled to a very high temperature, but the color of the porridge is not messy. Even the lamb chops inside have no abnormal color at all. This shows that Zhouzhou has mastered the control of the heat when cooking this porridge dish.

The point!

The first spoonful of porridge slid directly into Hu Lingjiu's mouth, then passed through the esophagus and went straight to the stomach.

As the warm current reached his intestines and stomach, Hu Lingjiu even had some kind of hallucination... At this moment, it was as if his intestines and stomach also had a keen sense of taste, as if his whole body could feel the aroma of the porridge.

It is an extremely comfortable feeling of happiness, peace of mind, and safety.

If he remembered correctly, this was the first time in his sixty-five years of life that he had the most wonderful enjoyment in life from a bowl of porridge.

"Lao Hu, why are you in a daze?

You are someone who has eaten and met you before, so you don’t want to make a few comments?

I really want to hear your opinion this time. This porridge dish...has actually become more delicious than before..."
Chapter completed!