If there’s a chance, we must have Jiang Yu make it again.
Just as he was thinking about this, he suddenly seed to rember sothing and said to Jiang Yu,
"Oh right, Xiaojiang, cutting a ’fishing net’ isn’t just for showing off. You shouldn’t learn it just to impress people."
"Huh?"
"When I developed this ’fishing net’ cut, it wasn’t for showing off, but to use it for plating."
Jia Dequan looked up at Jiang Yu, and with a serious face, said,
"Imagine, a dish of stead bass, if you cover it with a carrot ’fishing net’, wouldn’t the orange color make this originally simple and elegant dish much more colorful?
Plus, matching a fishing net with a dish where fish is the main ingredient, if plated well, always gives a playful and interesting vibe."
"That’s true... Why didn’t I think of this before?"
As Jiang Yu heard this, it was like a window in his mind was opened, and suddenly everything beca clearer.
"There’s a lot more you haven’t thought of. After all, how long have you been in this industry, and how long have I?"
Jia Dequan said proudly, laughing,
"And it’s not just carrots that can be cut into ’fishing nets’. White radishes and cucumbers can also be cut and used for plating based on the dish’s needs.
Rember, when food ets art, it’s not just the taste buds that are dazzled!"
...
Seventh Dining Hall, on the first floor, dining area.
Zhu Youfeng just bought breakfast and carried it on a tray to a corner. Sitting down with a thud, he couldn’t help but let out a long sigh:
"Every ti a new breakfast item cos out in the dining hall, people scramble for it like it’s a war. It’s not easy to have a al at the Seventh Dining Hall now!"
On his tray, besides a basket of soup dumplings, two duck wings, and a bowl of century egg and lean at congee, there was also a pastry, roughly the size of a large at bun, and golden on both sides.
"Isn’t that true? Though Senior Brother Jiang focuses on work on the second floor, he occasionally cos down to make so new dishes for us."
Sitting opposite him, Luo Xiaoyu said while eating breakfast,
"I heard this beef and glutinous rice cake was personally taught by Senior Brother Jiang to the chefs in the dining hall. How could the taste be bad? Of course, everyone would rush to try it."
"Who knows if the rumors are true or not?"
Zhu Youfeng shook his head, picked up the hefty beef and glutinous rice cake with chopsticks, examined it, and said with a smile,
"But, anyway, even though the other chefs in the Seventh Dining Hall aren’t as good as Senior Brother Jiang, they’re much better than those in other dining halls. Even if this beef and glutinous rice cake wasn’t made by Senior Brother Jiang, it won’t taste bad."
With that, he brought the glutinous rice cake to his mouth and took a big bite.
Seeing Zhu Youfeng start eating, Luo Xiaoyu couldn’t help but ask, "How is it? How does it taste?"
Luo Xiaoyu had so digestive issues these days, and the doctor advised him only to eat easily digestible food. Because of this, he resisted the urge to buy the beef and glutinous rice cake at breakfast.
Even though he couldn’t eat it himself, he still very much wanted to know how the glutinous rice cake tasted.
"Mmm, this glutinous rice cake is so delicious!"
Zhu Youfeng squinted his eyes. After a while, as if just coming to his senses, he looked satisfied and sighed,
"The outer layer of this glutinous rice cake is crispy and crunchy, and the more you chew, the more fragrant it gets. The filling is soft, sticky, and bouncy, with a hint of spice. And the filling contains cilantro, mixing the at’s aroma with the freshness of cilantro. It’s truly divine!"
He then took another big bite of the glutinous rice cake, chewing with a face full of happiness.
"..."
Listening to Zhu Youfeng’s aromatic description and watching him eat, Luo Xiaoyu was montarily stunned, almost drooling at the mouth.
He quickly took a breath, wiped his mouth, and silently reminded himself not to eat glutinous rice, while hastily grabbing a soup dumpling to calm down.
Luckily, there were these Jiang Family soup dumplings; otherwise, he would’ve cried from craving.
After eating for a while, Luo Xiaoyu looked up again and said in a muffled voice:
"Lao Zhu, it’s Monday, and the reservation for the number seven dining room begins again. Don’t forget!"
"Don’t worry. I’ve thoroughly studied the reservation app and am already registered."
Zhu Youfeng had finished the beef and glutinous rice cake and was now gobbling down a soup dumpling and taking a sip of century egg and lean at congee. With his mouth full, he swallowed before saying,
"However, the reservation formally starts at eight o’clock, and I have class at that ti. So, whether or not we get the room, it’s all up to luck."
"Hmph, even if you stayed in the dorm instead of going to class, you might not get it anyway!"
Luo Xiaoyu glanced at Zhu Youfeng, pouted, and said,
"So many people are waiting. Do you think we’re the only ones who want to book a room?"
"True. Anyway, we’ll do our best and leave the rest to fate."
Zhu Youfeng laughed, shook his head, and sighed,
"Alright, let’s eat quickly. We still need to head to the classroom!"
With that, he lowered his head and began eating fervently again.
Luo Xiaoyu didn’t say anything and continued eating leisurely.
He’s not in the sa class as Zhu Youfeng and doesn’t have class first period, so why hurry?
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