1142 Yuan Zhou's proposal

Since the corn was sweet with a hint of saltiness, Lin er could smell the fragrance of salted egg yolk, fried corn, and a little bit of milk.

"Gulp." Lin er could not help but swallow his saliva.

"It's indeed more difficult to cook the Golden sand corn that way. " Lin er sighed again.

There were actually many ways to cook the Golden sand corn, but most of the chosen methods were to cook the corn, wrap it with starch, and then deep-fry it in a pan until it was golden yellow before stir-frying.

To be honest, it was easy to cook this way and the taste was good, but there was an obvious drawback, which was that it would be very greasy. This was unavoidable.

Starch absorbed oil, and salted egg yolk had oil in it. Otherwise, when the chopsticks were inserted, oil would come out with a squeak.

Furthermore, the salted egg yolk that was chosen to make the Golden sand corn had to be this kind of salted egg yolk that was oozing with oil. Only then would it be fragrant.

Because this method was too greasy, there was a second method, which was to stir-fry the corn without frying it. However, the problem was that it was difficult to wrap the salted egg yolk evenly on the corn kernels.

The corn kernels had a glossy outer layer, and the salted egg yolk was fine, soft, and sandy. It was difficult to wrap them together when stir-fried.

Therefore, Lin er said that the Golden sand corn was easy to learn but hard to master, while Yuan Zhou's dish, which was wrapped evenly, with distinct grains and full of fragrance, was the best.

"Gulp, I should start eating." Lin er forced himself to remember the main points of the appearance, then gulped and muttered to himself again.

Since the Golden sand corn was cooked one grain at a time, there was a spoon attached to it for the convenience of scooping it up, but Lin er liked to eat it one grain at a time with chopsticks.

Lin er reached out his chopsticks and picked up a grain, stuffing it into his mouth.

When the small corn entered his mouth, the first thing he felt was a rustle. When the warm mouth melted the rustle, an extremely fragrant taste immediately filled his mouth.

It was the fragrance of the fully marinated salted egg yolk. It was both fragrant and salty, and there was also an indescribable fragrance of the egg yolk.

Lin er started chewing.

The small corn immediately exploded in his mouth when he bit it, and a fresh fruit sweetness rushed into his mouth.

"Cha Cha Cha." Lin er chewed quickly. He couldn't stop himself from chewing because of the wonderful taste of the sweet corn and the salty duck egg yolk.

Therefore, before Lin er could finish chewing, he immediately picked up another piece with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth. This time, he did not pick one, but several pieces on his chopsticks.

Before the fragrance in his mouth faded, Lin er immediately chewed again, filling his mouth with a sweet and fragrant taste.

Just like yesterday, Lin er didn't even bother to eat and kept using his chopsticks to pick up the corn kernels.

Every time he bit into the corn, the sweet corn would immediately explode in his mouth. The perfect sweetness and a little fragrance, as well as the beginning of the rustling texture, made the Golden sand corn live up to its name, but he couldn't stop it.

"As expected of boss Yuan's dishes. Not to mention the greasiness, even if there were ten more plates, I would still be able to eat them." While eating, Lin er looked at Yuan Zhou with admiration and then continued to pick up the corn.

Lin er only remembered that he had ordered a bowl of rice when there was less than half of the corn left on his plate, so he picked up his bowl and prepared to eat.

"It's a good thing that this rice is better than others '. Otherwise, it's not easy to swallow just plain white rice. " Lin er was glad that he could eat two bowls of plain white rice without having to worry about being blacklisted.

As Lin er's look of admiration was especially obvious, Yuan Zhou had noticed him long ago and also guessed that he was a chef.

However, since many chefs came to his restaurant to eat and Lin er didn't cause any trouble, Yuan Zhou naturally didn't ask him.

Hence, dinner time came to an end under Lin er's self-conceited and hidden gaze.

Moreover, as soon as they finished, the first thing Yuan Zhou said was to let Cheng Han and Zhou Jia leave together.

Although it was summer and the sky turned dark later, Chengdu was not so bright at 8 O' clock. There was only some afterglow left.

This time, Cheng Cheng left with Zhou Jia obediently.

If he arrived late and needed Yuan Zhou to send him back, his father would probably break his legs. Of course, it was also possible that his father was jealous of him.

"Boss Yuan, I'm going upstairs to clean up." Shen Min watched the two people walk away and then said.

"Yes, go ahead." Yuan Zhou nodded his head.

Yuan Zhou washed his hands and then took a rest for a while. After that, the customers entered the restaurant one after another.

As usual, they entered the restaurant in groups of three or five. The first thing they did was to greet Yuan Zhou.

Yuan Zhou just nodded his head and answered them one by one.

No one knew when it started, but even if Yuan Zhou had something to do, he would still wait in the restaurant for the customers to come before he went to do other things.

The customers went up to the second floor next door to drink wine. The restaurant became quiet again. Yuan Zhou sat there for a minute before he came back to his senses.

"It's time to start writing the proposal today. " Yuan Zhou took out a notebook and a pen from the drawer under the countertop that was used to store money.

This notebook was not the usual one. The cover was the size of an A4 paper, and it was empty inside.

Yuan Zhou picked up the pen and started to write the title.

"About the event planning of The Village Kitchen", Yuan Zhou's handwriting had long become neat, powerful, and good-looking after the practice of the system.

As soon as these words were written, one could see the result of Yuan Zhou's practice for more than a year.

"Yes, my writing is not bad." Yuan Zhou stopped writing and had a look before continuing to write.

"Shua shua shua". It was the sound of the tip of the pen rubbing against the paper. Yuan Zhou sat on the chair with his back straight and the notebook spread out on the glass counter. He wrote down line by line with a serious expression.

In just a little while, the page was filled up. Yuan Zhou flipped it open and continued to write. From time to time, he would stop and take out his phone to tap on the page. He was probably looking for some information.

Fortunately, there was no one in the restaurant when Yuan Zhou wrote it. Otherwise, a bloodbath would have been caused just by looking at the size of the white paper.

As the words were too far away, he couldn't see them clearly. However, this paper was too similar to a leave request. Moreover, it was a leave request with so many words. If Wu Hai saw it, he would be scared to death.

How long did he have to take to write for so long?

Of course, Yuan Zhou didn't know all these. He wrote the proposal seriously and followed the format of the proposal strictly.

Just like that, he wrote for the whole night. He didn't finish it until the pub time was over. After he saw Shen Min off and got on the car, Yuan Zhou quickly went upstairs to revise the proposal.

After he finished editing, Yuan Zhou even wrote another copy. Only then did he put it down contentedly and prepared to rest.

"This way, we can go to the Association and look for Chairman Zhou tomorrow morning." Yuan Zhou put the proposal on the bedside table and then fell asleep peacefully.

Yuan Zhou wrote this proposal because he thought of the village chef he saw when he returned to his hometown and then wanted to do something that a chef should do for these chefs who were responsible for the wedding in the village.

After all, Yuan Zhou had such an ability now ...