As the stove fire lit up, the seeped vegetable oil gradually heated up, and the minced beef gathered in the pan began to gradually spread out under the effect of high temperature, with the vegetable oil starting to reinfuse into the beef mince.
Saturated with tomato juice, the beef mince started to emit a peculiar aroma.
The twelve people at Xiao Huang’s table subconsciously sniffed their noses.
This sll, so good!
Without giving them more ti to sniff, Chen Mo dumped all the noodles, which had been rinsed with cold water, into the black pan!
Holding a black spoon in his right hand, he began to stir and roll in the pan. It looked as if the tool in Chen Mo’s hand was not a spoon but chopsticks due to its agility, mixing the noodles and beef sauce evenly in a few swift moves.
Chen Mo scooped up the noodles with the spoon and examined them closely.
"It seems what the system said is correct, the secret to beef sauce lies mainly in its thickness and stickiness. Without achieving these, no matter how tasty the beef sauce is, it won’t blend well with noodles."
At this mont, the noodles, after being stirred.
The beef sauce seed deliberately arranged, with minced beef evenly wrapping the noodle surface. At first glance, it didn’t seem like it was mixed with sauce and noodles but rather as if so dry granule had adhered to the damp noodles’ exterior.
Setting down the black spoon and picking up tweezers, he twisted the noodles at the bottom of the pot, turning it eighteen full circles before placing the now round noodles onto a plate, forming a small round mound.
anwhile, over at the grill, the progress bar for the steak had also reached the optimal point. Holding the steak with tweezers, he used scissors with his other hand to cut the steak into strips about a centiter wide.
The strips of steak tumbled beside the noodles.
As black pepper and sea salt were sprinkled onto the steak surface, the residual warmth on the steak surface once again stimulated the aroma of these two seasonings.
Ma Juntao took a deep breath, "Damn, it actually slls kind of fragrant!"
At Jia i Gym, Cao Tianrui squinted, thinking that Ma Juntao, the head coach, should step back now. How could this guy keep speaking for others all the ti?
However, that Pan Siyu wasn’t bad, at least rembering his purpose between conversations.
After repeating it a few tis, a dozen servings of [Chen Mo Beef Noodles] were neatly placed on the display counter.
Chen Mo waved to the people outside, "The noodles are ready, you guys can eat now."
Ma Juntao exclaid and quickly got up to serve. Seeing this, the others also hurried to serve themselves.
The dishes used were ordinary round white ceramic plates.
One side of the plate held the round mound of noodles, the originally slightly yellow noodles evenly coated with beef mince, exuding a rich tomato flavor upon closer sniffing.
Beside it lay the steak cut into strips.
Examining the cuts made by scissors, the outermost milliter or so had been grilled to a slightly scorched state, while further inside was a fully cooked brown, and the innermost part of the at appeared slightly reddish.
This was why Chen Mo switched the charcoal midway.
With the surface of the steak undergoing the Maillard reaction through grilling, the texture of the steak surface beca compact, almost completely sealing the juices and flavor within the steak.
Continuing to sear would char the surface, so switching to low fire was necessary to slowly roast and let the beef reach its perfect point of doneness through low temperature. Thus, even at full doneness, the steak remains tender!
Sprinkled with tiny specks of black pepper, the beautiful steak strips on the surface entailed a visual garnish.
This seasoning seed naturally born for steak, blended with the aroma of grilled at, instantly elevating the taste by several levels.
After receiving the beef noodles, the twelve people.
Following Cao Tianrui’s instructions, each sat upright, appearing indifferent to the tempting aroma from the noodles in front of them.
But they all knew in their hearts.
The most agonizing was Ma Juntao, who occasionally lowered his head to sniff. This kind of carbohydrate and at temptation crashed into the nose, a fatal allure for soone like him who’s into fitness!
Yet, eating was not allowed.
Ma Juntao held back his saliva vigorously.
Feeling extrely frustrated, he lowered his head and took out his phone, sending a ssage in their coach group.
"Damn, to see but not to eat, this feeling is just fucking uncomfortable!"
Pan Siyu opened the group mbers, ensured it was just the few of them, and only then felt at ease sending ssages secretly communicating.
"Who knew! Thought it was an easy task, didn’t expect this little boss to really have so skills."
Liu Qiang: "Look closely at those noodles, damn it! The noodle surface is coated with a layer of minced beef, God, no wonder they’re called beef noodles, it’s literally the real beef noodles!"
Yu Shaohua: "It’s fine wrapping minced beef, but I just slled it and it’s freaking tomato beef! Who can resist noodles paired with tomato and beef?"
The group mbers expressed their inability to resist, thinking it was utterly intolerable.
But there was nothing they could do.
The boss was watching from behind, even monitoring via phone call, they dared not risk anything.
At this ti.
Ma Juntao pretended to unintentionally turn his head, pushing his plate forward with his hand, and said to Pan Siyu sitting next to him, "In my opinion, our boss’s plan is definitely working today. With just the few of us sitting here, who dares to co eat? Plus, there’s no seat left!"
Pan Siyu thought did you even need to say that, wasn’t this known beforehand?
Just when he was about to speak, he saw Ma Juntao’s hand pushing the plate naturally yet secretly, two fingers sweeping over the plate to snag a steak strip between them.
Then...
"Cough cough, cough cough!" Ma Juntao suddenly seed to be coughing, covering his mouth.
After several coughs, he loosened his hand from his mouth, revealing cheeks subtly moving, sothing unnoticed by anyone except the nearby Pan Siyu!
"Oh my!" At this mont, Ma Juntao felt his soul almost leaving his body.
What divine culinary skill is this?
As he tasted the steak, the flavor of black pepper powder and sea salt perated his mouth. Due to a reluctance to eat conspicuously, the movent of his mouth was minimal.
Thus, none of the flavors in his mouth escaped, all remained trapped inside, then exited through his nose.
The dual enjoynt of taste and sll left him feeling euphoric. Moreover, with the minimal movent of chewing, he appreciated the changes in the steak more finely!
Every secretive bite.
The steak was compressed by his teeth, releasing a gush of juice!
The juices themselves were exceptionally savory, further complented by a slight grilled flavor.
Tsk...
"Damn, if the boss wasn’t watching, I could gobble down a whole plate!" Ma Juntao thought to himself.
The steak had already quietly slipped into his stomach.
He’s had steak before, had expensive, premium steak as well, but sohow, today’s steak tasted extraordinarily more delicious, even surpassing those from upscale restaurants!
"Could it be the legendary saying that a wife is not as good as a concubine, and a concubine is not as good as stealing?"
Indeed, stolen things do taste better!
Luckily, Dunzi wasn’t from the fitness circle, otherwise, Dunzi would have told Ma Juntao.
Buddy, steal, is not as good as rob. Robbery is the ultimate!
However, Ma Juntao’s theory still holds rit, taking already delicious steak and adding a ’stolen feeling,’ that’s what you call satisfying!
anwhile, Pan Siyu, with his throat moving violently, embodied the ultimate idea succinctly: steal, not as good as not being able to steal.
Pan Siyu, who couldn’t steal, watched Ma Juntao sneakily ate a steak strip.
Pan Siyu, his mouth about to drool!
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