He Ziheng was a bit dumbfounded.
You guys either don’t eat or have small appetites, so how co such a big bowl of at slices is gone before I even got to eat any?
Looking again.
Gu Fang and Liu Yuerong were both sipping the at soup in their small bowls without a care, sweating profusely but not minding at all.
"Serve the dishes!"
Without Lu Yingqiu having to lift a finger, He Ziheng darted over imdiately at the sound, "I’ll do it, I’ll do it."
"Here, it’s all ready."
Twice-cooked pork and spicy chicken cubes were both prepared.
This was also Chen Mo’s first ti making two dishes simultaneously, and it turned out not bad.
He Ziheng carried two large bowls, a bit puzzled as to why Boss Xiao Chen used bowls instead of plates, even for spicy chicken cubes.
Both dishes were brought to the table.
Liu Yuerong glanced over and pointed to one of the bowls, "What’s this?"
"Spicy chicken cubes," said He Ziheng.
"Where are the chicken cubes?"
He Ziheng used chopsticks to shuffle a bit, revealing two pieces of chicken, "Aren’t these it?"
Gu Fang was also a bit bewildered, "Finding chicken cubes among peppers? When I watched the live stream before, the chicken cubes were plentiful, you could barely see the peppers!"
He Ziheng thought for a mont and then seriously said to the ladies, "But actually, doesn’t this cost more? How much is chicken breast anyway, that stuff’s really cheap. But a big bowl of peppers must cost quite a bit, don’t you think that’s the case?"
Thinking about it that way, it might really be so.
In terms of price, peppers have got to be more expensive than chicken breast, but the problem is... Liu Yuerong looked at the plate brimming with bright red peppers, seeing Gu Fang still hesitating.
She pondered, slightly puzzled, "Xiao Fang, didn’t you say before when you’re dieting, you should eat chicken breast? Eating a little bit of this shouldn’t be a big deal, right?"
Gu Fang never expected Sister Liu to steal her line.
She nodded woodenly, "It’s okay, it’s okay, not to ntion gaining weight, chicken breast is actually for losing weight."
Great, a simple sentence instantly removed any psychological burden.
The water-boiled at slices just now were so satisfying, especially the last bowl of soup, it was a total killer!
Not only did it have the fresh taste of beef, but the numbing and spicy flavor was rich as well, leaving the body feeling warm like having done forty minutes of cardio.
It felt amazing!
From a full bowl of peppers, Gu Fang precisely found a piece of chicken cube.
The chicken, perfectly blended with a large amount of dried chili and Sichuan pepper, was a bite of neither fried nor grilled texture, more like boiled, incredibly tender.
With each bite, the juice bursts out, carrying an unparalleled numbing spiciness, leaving one confused if it’s the chicken juice or the seasoning oil.
All in all, that instant heat and spiciness stimulated the taste buds fiercely, satisfaction transmitting from the tip of the tongue to the core, as if all the cells in the body were cheering.
Such tiny chicken cubes, yet containing endless energy, Gu Fang was eating breathlessly, reminded of sothing a writer she particularly liked used to say.
That female writer said... at this mont, Gu Fang felt that writer was talking nonsense.
The gateway to a woman’s soul is, and can only be: the esophagus!!!
No wonder Boss Xiao Chen, who was chased by strear LuLu for over a thousand kiloters, cooks such ridiculously good food.
At this mont, Gu Fang, as a fan in the intelligence group.
Finally beca like a mber of the intelligence group, understanding them, and becoming one of them.
Eating the spicy chicken cubes, the four of them huffed and puffed, unable to stop, there’s a reason why Sichuan people love numbing spicy food, it’s like an addiction.
Once you start with the first bite, until your stomach is full, you simply can’t stop.
If you stop, the burning sensation on your tongue urges your brain like a life-threatening alarm, eat, eat, why aren’t you eating?
The four of them gasped, chopsticks frantically stirring in the bowl, trying to find those endlessly morable chicken cubes hidden among the peppers.
Alas... there really aren’t many chicken cubes, it’s mostly peppers.
So, Gu Fang started to get tangled up.
Liu Yuerong, too, was hesitant.
"Xiao Fang, you’ve had beef and chicken, can you have pork too? And it’s pork belly."
Gu Fang really wanted to say that this ti, she really couldn’t eat any more.
But because her mouth stopped, the numbing spicy flavor began urging again, intelligence began to decline, and wild craving reclaid the high ground in her brain.
The words on the tip of Gu Fang’s tongue went unsaid, instead she picked a piece of twice-cooked pork belly that looked more lean, "I feel Boss Xiao Chen’s dish, how do I put it."
Her mind was turning quickly.
A man caught by his wife sneaking out for a foot massage can think of thousands of excuses in an instant.
And a woman facing delicious food while keeping fit can also think of thousands of reasons in an instant.
"This dish, this pork belly, it must have been pan-fried, you see it’s a bit charred and yellow on the surface, and if that’s the case, there can’t be much oil inside."
"A piece of pork belly with no oil at all, what’s the harm in eating it?"
Liu Yuerong leaned back, shocked.
What she said makes so much sense, I also feel what’s the harm in eating it?
So why hesitate?
The two of them didn’t think much longer, Gu Fang’s reasoning was so compelling, compelling enough that not eating it would be a waste of the brain cells she spent making excuses!
He Ziheng had already enjoyed a delightful overnight fried rice with twice-cooked pork, but he didn’t hesitate to eat this either.
Overnight twice-cooked pork is tasty, but freshly fried twice-cooked pork is a whole different flavor.
Gu Fang took a bite of the pork belly.
Oh... this flavor, the fresh fragrance of pork is completely different from beef and chicken, and after boiling and frying again with high heat, the at is not greasy, and even has a slight taste of grilled at!
Add so green garlic, and an occasional slice of pork belly can even wrap a toasted soybean.
Gu Fang couldn’t stop anymore, only one thought in mind: Today’s a free indulgence al, nothing wrong with indulgence.
Besides, living in this world, occasional indulgence is no big deal.
Gu Fang was transitioning from a [disciplined] person to a [soone who occasionally indulges], without even realizing it.
Chen Mo, in the car, after finishing three dishes, quietly cooked a bowl of noodles for himself.
After oil-brushed alkaline noodles were boiled and placed in a bowl, they stood out distinctly, slightly yellow.
[The recipe refers to the Zhengdong Dan Dan noodles from Ludenglong Lane, Yu City in 1942.]
[In 1950, Zhengdong Dan Dan noodles officially set up shop on Baoyan Road, remaining popular for nearly a hundred years, its production thod has beco quite exquisite without much need for change.]
[Given you are using grade A flour, and, the noodle-making thod still leans towards the Northern style, the results remain unknown.]
No worries.
Chen Mo’s thought was simple, the noodles are delicious, the topping is delicious, so how can the noodles with toppings be bad?
And the true essence of Zhengdong Dan Dan noodles actually lies in the making of red oil, which is what Chen Mo had been busy with for a while, making this special red oil.
Don’t underestimate it, although the dishes in Sichuan and Shu are all made with red oil, it looks like just chili oil after all.
In fact, in truly exquisite shops, there are many kinds of red oil used, each different.
And the one Chen Mo had on hand, was even more distinct!
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