2500 Chapter 44 tofu pot

"It's a meat dish." Polson suppressed his urge to eat it, but the familiar yet strange smell of curry kept lingering at the tip of his nose, testing his willpower.

Polson felt that this was the biggest challenge he had ever faced since he was born. The smell was really appetizing, and he wanted to eat it just by smelling it.

Curry fish head was originally developed by the Indian people in Singapore for the Chinese who loved to eat fish head. However, later, the Malaysian and Indian people also liked this dish.

Therefore, the curry in the authentic curry fish head had some characteristics of India curry, which was the reason why Xia MA liked this dish.

When Yuan Zhou cooked these curry-flavored dishes, he also liked to use fresh curry, just like the India. Generally, he would only make it on the spot before the business hours started. Only when the curry was made in such a way would the taste be purer and richer, increasing the flavor of the dishes.

"Hans, as an Englishman, I don't think you like fish head. I can finish this dish by myself. You can keep your uncle company, otherwise he'll be too lonely." Xia MA felt that she was really a clever little girl.

There was no better idea than this, since he would be able to keep the fish head and his friendship with arborea.

Hans was Polson's nephew, but Polson had been forced to separate from his brother at a young age. One grew up with his mother and the other with his father, one grew up in United Kingdom and the other in India.

Their religion and eating habits were different, and they were far apart, but that did not affect their friendship. It could be seen from the fact that Hans had been working for Polson after graduation. It was reasonable for Sherma to say that Hans did not like to eat fish. The starry sky was so famous that even Sherma knew about it.

Shama himself was a weirdo in India. He was an omnivore, the kind that ate everything without any taboos. Even white beef, which many Indians did not eat, was eaten very happily. This also brought a lot of convenience and obstacles to his path of cooking.

Personally, he liked his stomach that could eat anything. Only after trying many ingredients could he find the right ingredients to make perfect dishes.

Due to all these reasons, although Xia MA was an India chef, he was more famous in Singapore and his restaurant was also in Singapore.

"It's okay, uncle Xia MA. I really like to eat fish, especially the fish head. Don't worry, I'll just eat one side. You can have the rest. We'll split it in half. The dishes I ordered just now were also distributed like this. I think it's pretty good."

As the saying goes,"you have a good plan, I have a ladder to the wall". Xia Ma's reason was impeccable, but Hans did not buy it.

In addition, Xia MA had eaten too much red braised meat just now. He had eaten a lot, and he hadn't learned how to burn the bridge after crossing the river, so he could only silently contribute the fish and share it with her.

She didn't get any advantage at all. Even though she ate less, Shama was still very open-minded. Of course, if it wasn't for the fact that she thought that Polson and the others wouldn't be able to finish the three dishes and that she could help them eat more, whether or not she needed a stool to solve the problem would depend on her mood today.

Xia MA rarely ate together with many people at master chef Restaurant. He usually ate alone, so he wasn't very clear about it. When facing Yuan Zhou's dishes, one's usual appetite couldn't be used as a reference, as it didn't have any good reference value. However, today's life had taught him a lesson. He couldn't underestimate anyone's stomach, even his old friends of several decades were no exception.

He seemed to have thought a lot, but in fact, after a while, when the curry fish head was completely eaten, including all the ingredients, a new dish was served.

This was the tofu pot that summer had ordered for Polson. As a dish in Cantonese cuisine, its taste was naturally unspeakable. Before it was even placed on the table, a strong smell of tofu assailed their nostrils, as if they wanted everyone to know of their existence.

Purson, who was already craving curry fish head to the point of almost losing control, was completely out of his mind. He decided to eat some of the vegetarian dishes in it later. It smelled so good that even Buddha would jump over the wall.

"This is the dish I ordered for you. You can try it." Xia MA said out of kindness.

Although he really wanted to eat it, he still had a sense of morality. It wouldn't be good if he ate the dishes ordered by someone else before the owner.

Upon hearing this, Polson's eyes immediately lit up. The fact that this dish was vegetarian meant that he could eat a lot of it.

The name was tofu pot, but the way of cooking was naturally different, so the tableware served was also different. It was a small dark brown earthenware pot, about the size of two palms, with a lid on top. Only the small holes were emitting white steam, and the fragrance that he had just smelled came from there.

"Swish!"

The lid was opened with a loud noise, and a burst of white smoke rose up. After a few seconds, the contents of the box were revealed amid the increasingly rich fragrance.

The golden-yellow tofu was fried with green onion powder on the surface. The golden-yellow and green colors reflected each other, making it look very beautiful. There was also some bubbling soup beside it, indicating its temperature. It was obviously extremely hot.

Polson couldn't wait any longer. Ignoring the heat, he picked up a piece of tofu, blew on it, and stuffed it directly into his mouth. However, in order to eat more, he didn't put the whole piece of tofu in his mouth even though he was in a hurry. Instead, he took a bite first.

Because of the butter on the surface, it looked like she was wearing a transparent gauze dress. It was not very conspicuous, but when it entered her mouth, it had a sense of existence. The thick sauce was delicious, and even the crispy skin on the surface became different.

The crispy skin became tougher due to the dipping of the sauce. It was not as crispy as before, but it was chewy. It wasn't obvious at first, but when he bit into it, the inside was very soft and tender, almost like the original texture of tender tofu. It melted with a sip, setting off all kinds of subtle feelings even more clearly.

The hot taste and the rich juice filled his mouth. The mixed taste made him feel like he was not eating tofu, but some high-quality ingredient. It was so elegant and delicious.

The tofu was only a layer on the surface, and below it was a layer of Crab Mushrooms. The short and strong appearance looked even more beautiful after steaming, as if it was going to grow healthily. It looked like it was of first-class quality.

Only when it was in one's mouth did one know that 'can not be judged by its appearance' was not a simple word. Although the crab mushroom looked the same as when it was raw, everything was different when it was in one's mouth.

Not to mention the juice, the surface of the crab mushroom was soaked with the smell of other mushrooms, which made the fresh taste of crab even more prominent. The taste was combined, and they lived in harmony.

It had the fresh taste of the crab and the wild nature of the mushroom. It had absorbed the essence of the sun and moon in the mountains, so it was extremely delicious.

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