2076 The cold wine cup

It was filled in a small silver-white aluminum pot. It was not small at all. It was enough for at least three people. There were a lot of colorful things in it. The more common ones were lotus root slices, potato slices, green onions, celery, etc. There were also prawns that had become dark in color after being dipped in soy sauce and chili, chicken slices that were no longer white and tender, tofu, and some other ingredients.

In Sichuan and Chongqing, this dish could be seen in almost all the restaurants outside, but not many people knew that the spicy fragrant pot was actually a dish of ethnic minorities.

Originating from the earth people of Mount Jinyun, it was a home-cooked dish of the earth people. The dishes were matched according to one's heart. Other than the jingtiao chili, there was no fixed format. They usually put their favorite dishes together.

The numbing spicy fragrant pot cooked by Yuan Zhou was quite common. On the other side, Lu Fang had already started to eat. The numbing spicy fragrant pot wasn't too spicy, but mainly had a fragrant taste.

Lu Fang couldn't stop stuffing food into his mouth.

Shi Xuan couldn't help but swallow his saliva. It felt like a long time had passed, but in reality, it had only been about four minutes. Shi Xuan's dishes were already served.

It was also a pot, but it was made of copper instead of aluminum. It was yellow and had a bronze luster. It looked very nice, not to mention the White and sparkling rice that was emitting a large amount of steam.

There was a significant difference between Jinzhou bianrice and other bianrice. The soup wasn't poured into the rice, but directly drunk.

Along with it was a large bowl of clam soup, which had a milky white color and exuded the unique smell of seafood. It smelled very good.

The other side dishes and meat were all dishes that Shi Xuan was familiar with, including preserved vegetables and Liangfen, raw meat slices, celery, spinach, pumpkin, and so on.

In order to match the mixed rice, no matter what side dish was used, the slices were very light. Even if they were cut into pieces, they were all one inch long and the size was very suitable.

"Authentic! Professional! If this kind of shop isn't popular, what other shop will be?" She hadn't even eaten, but her appearance had already conquered Shi Xuan.

Shi Xuan quickly poured the various ingredients into the boiling rice and stirred it with his chopsticks. After mixing it well, he added the finishing touches and the malt jam. It was perfect.

He took a deep breath and the rich taste of the spicy sauce was sucked into his stomach. He felt like he had not eaten the bowl of noodles he had just eaten. He was so hungry.

He picked up a spoon and put a spoonful into his mouth. The rice fragrance mixed with chili exploded on the tip of his tongue, and there was a hidden sweetness. Once he bit into the crisp vegetables, he broke them. The smooth and tender meat wrapped around the rice, and the rich gravy soaked the rice. The slightly hard rice became round and full. The texture was rich and delicious.

"The more I eat, the hungrier I get." Shi Xuan's appetite grew.

The boiled vegetables had a unique fragrance, and when they were stimulated by the heat of the rice, they were just right in the mouth, very fresh and sweet.

"In the past, I would rather eat mixed rice than spinach." Shi Xuan was a picky eater. He would not eat vegetables if they were not delicious.

Now, when he faced the vegetables in the mixed rice, he not only ate them together with the rice, but also picked them out to eat alone. He did not look like he disliked them at all.

Like a tornado, the mixed rice was swept into his mouth in a few minutes. The speed was so fast that he almost caught up with the cafeteria to grab food.

"When you can be like master and have the freedom to eat, you'll be a winner in life."

Lu Fang wasn't afraid of the heat. He had already finished the numbing spicy hotpot, even the red and green peppers. He let out a satisfied burp and felt very satisfied.

After the two finished eating, their stomachs were bulging. Shi Xuan and Lu Fang were very glad that they had eaten a bowl of noodles before they came. After all, master chef Restaurant had a rule that if they couldn't finish eating, they would be blacklisted. Otherwise, their wallets would really become thinner.

After the dinner, Yuan Zhou continued his plan to make the cold cup.

It was also under the constant encouragement of Zheng Xian, Chen Wei, old Lu and other drinking friends that Yuan Zhou came up with this plan.

The cold cup belonged to Sichuan cuisine, or more accurately, it belonged to the Chengdu school of Sichuan cuisine. It also had a name, cold cup ... Of course, this was because there were many typos in Chengdu's signature dishes, and the cold cup was written in the wrong way.

To put it bluntly, the cold cup was called night beer in Chongqing. It was mainly a side dish for drinking beer in the summer.

It wasn't just a type, but a type of food, such as duck neck, braised chicken feet, pig tail, goose wings, and field snails.

The cold cup wasn't just a meat dish. There were also a series of vegetable dishes such as diced lotus root, green bean, cold cowpea, and salted water peas.

In short, cold wine cups were the best dishes to go with wine.

"If we get the chilled cups out, I wonder how happy those people in the tavern will be." Yuan Zhou couldn't help thinking.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. Mo liai's flight was supposed to be in the early morning of the same day, but because he couldn't catch the direct route, he had to take a connecting flight. He had to travel through several places before he arrived at Chengdu.

"I will definitely learn the skills to defeat Chu li. I have confidence." As soon as Moliere got off the plane, he couldn't care about anything else. He first cheered himself on.

This time, Moliere had made up his mind to come to Chengdu. Not only did he give himself a simple and easy to remember Chinese name, but he also hoped to get a good impression of himself and run as fast as a horse.

Moliere had specifically checked that horses were considered to be a fast breed in China. There were two horses in his name that were definitely faster than ordinary people.

"Dean, are you here? I'm already here." Mo liai stood in the airport lobby and called Dean.

He knew that it was difficult to book a house at Taoxi road, and he could stay there for a long time. So he had the idea of Dean, who had a shop there.

It turned out that Moliere's decision was right. It turned out that Dean had already bought a property here, and it was right next to Taoxi road. It was very close and convenient.

"Yes, I'm already here. Please wait a moment." Dean responded and started looking around.

It only took him a few glances to spot Moliere. He was very easy to recognize. Moliere was famous for his height among chefs. At 1.9 meters, he stood out like a crane among chickens. Not to mention, his brown hair and blue eyes were even more eye-catching.

"Long time no see, Moliere." Dean stepped forward and gave Moliere a hug.

As a genius chef who wanted to defeat Chu Xiao together, Dean appreciated Moliere very much. Especially after he stayed in Chengdu for a long time and was edified by Yuan Zhou's food, he felt that his temper had become much better.

"It's been a long time," Moliere was also very enthusiastic.

"How long do you plan to stay this time? I do have a room for you. If you can 't, Gabriel is here too. You can consider staying at his place." Dean said as he walked.

"Oh, is Gabriel in China recently?" he asked. Moliere did not know about this.

"I've been here recently, so don't worry. " Dean said with certainty.

"Alright, I got it." Moliere's eyes flashed.

I want to go to Yuan's restaurant to eat, can I now?" Moliere felt that since Dean lived nearby, he should have heard of Yuan Zhou before. After all, he wasn't a nobody.

"Not now. It's lunchtime. If you want to eat, you have to line up in advance. But we can go for dinner. I'll treat you then." Dean wondered if he could use the reason of a welcoming dinner to have an all-fish banquet.

Time could change a person. Dean was no longer the Dean from back then. Not only had his cooking skills improved, but he was also a wily old fox in master chef Restaurant. He was familiar with all kinds of rules and procedures, and he was almost a Chinese veteran.

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