Teacher Tang first took a bite of the authentic Yangzhou Fried Rice and praised it enthusiastically in front of his assistant’s cara.
After all, this was made by the head chef of Jingya Pavilion, one of the four major prestigious restaurants, so it definitely had its rits. He finished half a serving in no ti.
Only then did Old Tang start on the other plate of fried rice.
When they visit restaurants, they usually have a set script. Old Tang’s habit is to first simply describe the taste and flavor. If possible, he’ll also try to guess the small techniques the chef used to make each dish.
This makes him appear more professional.
After taking a bite, Old Tang’s face twitched a few tis, and he suddenly widened his eyes, "Whoa, sothing’s not right!"
Then he quickly took another bite.
One bite after another, as if he had forgotten to comnt, eating voraciously until the spoon scraped the bottom of the bowl and he couldn’t scoop a single grain of rice, only then did he take a deep breath and slowly exhale.
"Interesting, this fried rice is really interesting."
"When you first taste it, it’s a bit crispy, but after chewing, it turns into a soft and glutinous texture. The key is, you know what? I tasted rice that bursts with juice!"
Of course, saying it bursts with juice is a bit exaggerated.
But it’s not an exaggeration to say that one can really feel a lot of juice being squeezed out from the rice grains with each chew, bringing an incredibly rich umami flavor mixed with the fragrance of rice.
"No, no, let guess how this young boss did it!"
Old Tang furrowed his brows, a character resembling "川" ford between them, "The surface is crispy but not dry, which ans high soup must have been added during the stir-frying."
As Old Tang was talking, he suddenly heard a "whoosh" from behind the dining car, and when he turned to look at the bursting steam, he instantly understood.
"So that’s how it is. I knew it. See? They’re using high-temperature instant evaporation of high soup, then using the steam generated to fry the rice. That’s a strong technique, but why does the rice feel like it bursts with juice when I eat it?"
After thinking it over, Old Tang proposed a possibility, "Maybe the rice was cooked directly in chicken broth, then the surface of the rice grains was quickly dried, so the inside of the rice grains remains moist. That’s the only possibility I can think of."
"Anyway, this fried rice is really good. Whether it’s the chef’s skills or the innovative cooking process, it’s worth it for 188! Hey, order another one."
This ti, Old Tang waved generously, ordering directly four servings, as he had three assistants with him.
The lighting assistant was responsible for queuing, and by this ti, the queue in front of Chen Mo’s food truck was already very long, spanning thirty to forty ters!
Xue Ping was in front of the food truck promoting lion’s head atballs to custors in line, while Xue An was maintaining order to prevent anyone from trying to cut in line.
This was one side, and over at Huang Bo’s side.
Except for the initial hustle and bustle from people who ca with him when he first set up the stall, now his stall was completely deserted!
To say he’s not anxious would be a lie. After all, the stakes of this bet were high, having to work for the other party for free. Huang Bo, being the head chef of one of the four major prestigious restaurants, would really lose face if he lost.
After thinking it over, Huang Bo made a decision.
"Hey, yes, you need to get so people to the Ecological Garden, right now. Yes, it’s about the bet from yesterday."
"I can’t sustain it anymore, everyone has gone to that fried rice stall next door. I can’t hold on here! It’s fine to bring in fillers, winning is important!"
After hanging up the phone, Huang Bo looked dejectedly at his neighbors.
Even his own girlfriend had betrayed him, what’s the point of playing anymore?
As the number of viewers in Gao Hao’s livestream increased, many locals also ca out of their hos and headed over to the Ecological Garden.
Those who ca generally had watched the livestream and had so understanding of this bet.
This is what truly made Huang Bo feel devastated!
The more people there were, he’d have custors at his stall, but each one ordered just half a serving.
After ordering, they’d eat, wipe their mouths, and head over to the stall next door.
Huang Bo calculated roughly, he’d been at the stall for over two hours, cooked a lot of rice, but hadn’t earned a penny. Where could he find reason in this?
anwhile, after Zhang Huixiang closed the livestream room, only Gao Hao was left responsible for the live broadcast. As the audience numbers exceeded a thousand, the number of gifts in the livestream room also began to increase.
The heat of the scene further conveyed to the audience a fact: Chen Mo’s fried rice was indeed superior!
Suddenly, a lavish carnival gift flew across the livestream room!
Gao Hao was montarily stunned, then excitedly pumped his fists, "Thank, thank President Fang for the carnival!"
"Oh my, President Fang, Brother Fang! Let see, thank you to Boss Fang from Jingzhou for the carnival, aweso, does Brother Fang have any requests for ?"
Heavenly Dao Rewards Diligence Old Recipe: "Nothing much, just don’t shake the cara too much, keep it focused on Boss Xiao Chen."
"Got it!"
What a surprise, Gao Hao felt for the first ti that livestreaming could be so profitable.
He imdiately kept the cara steady on Chen Mo, not daring to move, afraid of offending this big brother.
anwhile, far away in Jingzhou.
Fang Zhizhong placed the phone on a stand, with several others watching the livestream alongside him.
"How about it? I think what Boss Xiao Chen created could also be introduced to our future Huaiyang Cuisine restaurant."
Zhou Yu stroked his chin, he had been watching the livestream for a while but still had so parts he couldn’t quite grasp.
"It could be done, but Boss Xiao Chen’s technique of flipping the pan and then cooking with chicken soup is a bit challenging. It’ll take so ti to learn."
"Also, this rice must have undergone so special processing thod, but I can’t quite figure it out."
Fang Zhizhong chuckled, "That’s simple, I can just ask Xiao Chen later. From the looks of the scene, it’s clear Xiao Chen’s fried rice is more popular than the authentic Yangzhou Fried Rice."
To this, Zhou Yu couldn’t disagree.
Based on the reactions of the diners and the influencer, Boss Xiao Chen’s fried rice indeed had the upper hand.
"Oh, look you all, what’s happening there?" Fang Zhizhong suddenly pointed at the phone screen, "Why are so many people appearing all of a sudden?"
Zhou Yu and Dunzi scooted forward to take a closer look.
From the corner of the screen, one could see that the line in front of Chen Mo was already long, but suddenly, for so unknown reason, a crowd appeared in front of the stall next door.
Moreover, they were all speaking loudly, almost all of them ordering full servings of fried rice.
No one only ordered half.
Zhou Yu chuckled after thinking for a mont, "It should be that Jingya Pavilion over there feeling they can’t accept their head chef losing to a street vendor. They must have brought in so ringers."
"No way! Can they really do that? That’s shaless!" Dunzi clenched his fist, almost wanting to smash the phone.
Fang Zhizhong nodded, pondering for a mont.
"Dunzi, how is the progress of the resort construction?"
"Basically, it’s entered a stable period, now the interior decorations have started."
Fang Zhizhong looked at the screen, even Chen Mo appeared visibly surprised, but he quickly regained his composure.
Fang Zhizhong comnted calmly, "Now Boss Xiao Chen is also a guest of our resort."
"Bullying Boss Xiao Chen is the sa as bullying our resort."
"It’s not like only this Jingya Pavilion has people, we have plenty of people at our resort too!"
Zhou Yu was a new employee and did not understand what Fang Zhizhong ant by these words.
But he was murmuring in his heart.
Is Boss Fang out of his mind, bringing people to cheer for Boss Xiao Chen would cost a lot of money, isn’t this a losing deal?
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