Chapter 630: Beggar’s Chicken

Du Mengnan curled his lips, "Qiao Sen is the chief gourmet in Osegu. Everyone comes to visit in person, but you, the big boss, refuse guests behind closed doors. Who can accept this matter? If it were me, I would be like you Wuyou Restaurant will also be blacklisted."

Zhao Xinyu laughed, "Sister Min is now the chief executive of Wuyou Restaurant, and I am just Huang Shiren. If they don't even have this kind of mind, how can they be considered giants in the catering industry?"

"Buzzing," the almost antique phone sitting on the table seemed to protest, vibrating.

Zhao Xinyu laughed when he saw the name above, "These guys must be eating and drinking."

Zhao Xinyu hung up the phone and looked at Liu Fengying, "Fengying, Han Jun is coming, pick him up."

A few minutes later, Liu Fengying and Han Jun came in from outside. Compared with when they went out, Liu Fengying's face was full of excitement.

Liu Fenghua chuckled, "Fengying, why are you so excited? They come here every day and make our family poor."

Liu Fengying chuckled and said, "Hurry and clean up, Qiao Sen is here again, and this time he wants to star Wuyou Restaurant. Sister Min is worried that you will shirk again, so she specially asked Han Jun to come and pick you up."

As soon as Liu Fengying said these words, even Zhao Xinyu was stunned. In the past few days, he had specially seen Osegu, a giant in the catering industry.

Osegu has strong financial resources, and the gourmets in its gourmet newspapers and magazines are all very high-minded. It is not easy to get their recognition in the catering industry. In recent years, I don’t know how many businessmen and rich people want to spend money to let Osegu help them advertise. , but Osegu refused directly.

According to them, if they help the little-known catering industry, it would be an insult to gastronomy.

From these we can see how difficult it is to get recognition from Osegu and promote it to the world.

Qiao Sen and his people only came here once, and now they are going to give Wuyou Restaurant a star. This means that they have recognized Wuyou Restaurant's dishes. This is really beyond Zhao Xinyu's expectation.

"Zhao Xinyu, hurry up, to be recognized by Osegu, this is not only recognition of Wuyou Restaurant, but also recognition of the dishes you cook." Du Mengnan looked at Zhao Xinyu in ecstasy.

Zhao Xinyu nodded, "Let's go and have a look."

"You idiot, change your clothes before going over. Westerners pay special attention to these things. If you go over like this, people will think you are disrespectful to them."

Zhao Xinyu shook his head, "First of all, I am a chef, and secondly, I am the owner of Wuyou Restaurant. Since they are here, I have to entertain them personally. No matter what clothes they change, a set of clothes will cost hundreds of yuan." .”

When he said this, Du Mengnan, Liu Fengying, and Guan Bingtong couldn't help but feel happy. How much money has this guy spent so far? He has donated more than 10 billion without even frowning. This is good now. Instead, he is struggling with clothes worth hundreds of yuan. .

"Zhao Xinyu, bring some cakes and make them a meal of oil cakes. Our oil cakes will definitely become the most top-notch delicacies."

Zhao Xinyu nodded, "Speaking of which, it is indeed a happy event for them to hang a star for us. When there is a happy event over there, we eat fried cakes and rise step by step. I just made them a fried cake today."

Zhao Xinyu left Wenying Pavilion, Du Meng

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Nan looked at Liu Fengying and said, "Fengying, the oil cake really has the meaning he said."

Liu Fengying chuckled, "What he said is right. In our country, we eat rice cakes for birthdays and birthdays; we eat wedding cakes for wedding banquets. Children eat rice cakes for college entrance examinations, housewarming celebrations, and Chinese New Year and reunion cakes, so oil cakes are popular among us. It has the connotation of wealth, good fortune, and climbing higher and higher. People usually eat fried cakes when there are happy events at home.

"Let's have some cake today too."

Liu Fengying chuckled, "You can make yellow cake, but the plain filling of this oil cake can't taste like that guy."

"Let's just eat yellow cake and mutton cake."

Du Mengnan's proposal was immediately approved by everyone. Meng Feiyan and Luo Yan went to stew the mutton. Of course, the arduous task of steaming cakes fell on Li Ping and Liu Fengying, mother and daughter. After all, they came from a place where cakes are eaten.

In a private room at Wuyou Restaurant specially used to entertain distinguished guests, Zhao Xinyu met Qiao Sen and others. Compared with a few days ago, there were two more old people and two camera operators this time.

Qiao Sen was slightly startled when he saw Zhao Xinyu coming in in a wheelchair, but then he thought of what the waiter said that day.

"Mr. Zhao, can you still cook like this?"

Zhao Xinyu chuckled, "The cook relies on his sense of taste and hands, so he should have no problem cooking."

After saying this, Zhao Xinyu looked at Zheng Min who was accompanying him, "Sister Min, why don't you serve tea to the guests."

Zheng Min was slightly startled, "How could I forget this?"

When the Blue Blood Pill Heart came up, Qiao Sen's team was deeply shocked. They all knew that China has a strong tea culture. They had also tasted all the top-quality teas in the East, but this was the first time they tasted the Blue Blood Pill Heart. .

After several cups of tea, Qiao Sen sighed with emotion: "I have always heard that the Blue Blood Pill Heart is the most top-notch tea. It is truly well-deserved. I dare say that the Blue Blood Pill Heart is the top tea in the world."

Zhao Xinyu smiled and said, "You're welcome. You have traveled thousands of miles to help us promote oriental food. Of course we will treat you with the best food. You have also seen the menu of Wuyou Restaurant. What do you want to eat for lunch today? I will arrange it myself."

"Do what you are best at, and the more ordinary the better, just like the water bean sprouts that day."

Zhao Xinyu certainly understands this truth. The more ordinary dishes are, the more difficult it is to cook them deliciously. Therefore, whether a chef is judged as a top chef often depends on the taste he can make using ordinary ingredients.

Zhao Xinyu nodded, "Sure, just wait a moment, I'll go get ready first."

Zheng Min pushed Zhao Xinyu away, and an old man looked at Qiao Sen, "Qiao Sen, I heard that every dish at Wuyou Restaurant was researched by Zhao Xinyu. The grouper you ate that day was the same. Even the top seafood chefs can't make the grouper taste like Zhao Xinyu's. As for the dishes they make, no one can make them except Wuyou Restaurant and its two branches. Except for seafood, they Every ingredient is very ordinary.”

Qiao Sen smiled lightly, "Buffon, not to mention Zhao Xinyu, even Zheng Min is a top chef. Of course they understand what the test of a top chef is. Come on, let's go and see what they do."

Buffon shook his head, "Let's forget it, everyone

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Chefs all have their own unique skills. A top chef like Zhao Xinyu has even more secrets. If others can enter and exit the kitchen at will, Pengcheng is full of worry-free restaurants, not to mention other places. hotel. "

During the chat, the box door opened, and Zheng Min pushed a dining cart in. The next moment the dining cart entered the box, Qiao Sen and others couldn't help but take a deep breath, and everyone's face was full of intoxication.

"Smells, it's so fragrant." The aroma of the food made them move their index fingers.

A dish of water bean sprouts, a whole piece of tofu, a burnt blackened mud dumpling, a plate of cold eggplant, a plate of mashed potatoes, a large fish head that looks ordinary, a plate of cold shredded potatoes, a grilled lamb chop, A large pot of bone-in pork, a pot of clear soup with seven or eight cherries floating in it, and slices of coriander, just like water.

As the fragrant dishes were served one after another, Zheng Min took out a small hammer from the dining cart and knocked on the burnt black mud lumps. A sweet fragrance came out of the mud. As the mud lumps fell in all directions, chicken feathers followed the mud. When it comes down, the chicken is white and tender, with a strong aroma.

Looking at the nine dishes and one soup on the table, Qiao Sen and everyone stood up, and the cameraman took pictures of each dish several times.

"Zheng Min, where is Mr. Zhao?"

Zheng Min smiled lightly, "He is still making a staple dish for everyone. Mr. Qiao, you can taste it first. These nine dishes and one soup are all made by our boss himself."

"This is beggar's chicken. I've tasted it too, but the taste is very ordinary. Generally, beggar's chicken has its internal organs cleaned, its feathers removed and wrapped in lotus leaves. This is the first time I've seen this way of doing beggar's chicken. Wrap the chicken in mud without losing its hair, and after cooking it, there won’t be any mud on the chicken. It’s a good technique.”

While speaking, Qiao Sen nodded to the two old men, and the three of them simultaneously stretched out their chopsticks to divide the beggar's chicken.

The next moment they were all stunned. When the chopsticks touched the beggar's chicken, the chopstick head sank into the chicken, and a stronger aroma filled the air. This made gourmets like Qiao Sen and others swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva.

They picked up a small piece and put it into their mouths. Immediately, the three people's eyes lit up at the same time. The chicken was so tender that it almost melted in their mouths. The aroma was almost unbearable for them. They swallowed it and the fragrance lingered on their lips and teeth.

"Seconds. Seconds, it's wonderful." Qiao Sen said, gesturing for others to have a taste.

As soon as the others took action, the group of people was like a whirlwind. In less than three minutes, only a skeleton of a seven or eight kilogram beggar's chicken was left.

After eating, Qiao Sen realized that there was Zheng Min, the top chef of Wuyou Restaurant, in the box. He wiped the oil stains on his face and said with a hint of embarrassment, "I'm sorry, the beggar's chicken is so delicious. Suck it up."

Zheng Min smiled faintly and said, "Whatever you think is good, this beggar's chicken has not been introduced in Wuyou Restaurant yet, and the boss also wants you to give some advice."

Qiao Sen looked at the two old men who were about the same age as him, and the three of them shook their heads together, "If we talk about other places, we might be able to find some faults, but this beggar chicken is too perfect, and we are not qualified to point out."

Zheng Min chuckled, "You guys can try other dishes,"

Qiao Sen pointed to the complete piece of tofu, "What is this? I know there is a dish in the East called tofu mixed with green onions. Is Mr. Zhao trying to test our skills?"

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