"Don't let me down, but I've heard that Boss Yuan never disappoints when it comes to cooking. Huang Fei thought about the highest evaluation of Yuanzhou's cooking skills that he had heard in the past three years, and thought to himself.

Of course, Huang Fei also tasted this bowl of soy milk according to the highest requirements.

The soy milk was just about to reach the tip of his nose, and Huang Fei felt a faint coolness, although the temperature in the store was suitable, but as an adult man in the prime of life, he was still very afraid of heat.

After all, after standing in line outside for so long, he was still a little sweaty, but this faint coolness lingered on the tip of his nose and made Huang Fei feel a little cool.

Because it is ice soy milk, even if the soy milk is in front of you, the taste is very light, and it is not as good as the steaming fritters on the side.

But Huang Fei didn't care, he fed it straight into his mouth, and instantly there was a cool feeling of drinking a bowl of sour plum soup in the hot weather from his mouth to his throat.

Then, after reaching the mouth of the throat, the soy milk became warm, and at the same time, an extremely rich bean aroma instantly exploded from the throat to the whole mouth.

"Hmm. Huang Fei couldn't help but close his mouth, the aroma suddenly rushed into the tip of his nose, coupled with the mellow and smooth taste, as well as the cold taste, several tastes emerged in his mind together, making people can't help but sigh lightly.

"Delicious. Huang Fei involuntarily swallowed the soy milk.

Then Huang Fei didn't care about tasting it, he just wanted to taste the taste of this soy milk again, and couldn't wait to take a sip again.

This mouthful of soy milk Huang Fei tasted more slowly, this time he tasted more flavor, the soy milk first had a cool taste, then a thick and smooth texture, and then a slight bean aroma slowly rose in the mouth, and then swallowed into the throat, where the temperature was higher, making the soy milk warm, and the fragrance of the beans began to explode from there with a natural and fresh taste.

Huang Fei habitually pursed his mouth to let the fragrance remain in his mouth, but the fragrance of the seven orifices rushed into the tip of his nose, making people have a more intuitive feeling of this fragrance.

"The fragrance is thick and smooth, but it is contained but not leaked because of the relationship between the ice, until it explodes in the throat, which is really amazing. Huang Fei's evaluation attracted Wang Qiang on the side.

"Oh, the ice is so delicious?" Wang Qiang asked curiously, taking a sip of hot soy milk at the right temperature.

"It's very delicious, worthy of someone I've listened to for three years. Huang Fei praised without hesitation.

In the past three years, Yuan Zhou has been a "child of someone else's" for Huang Fei, and it is conceivable that he has conquered Huang Fei's taste buds.

"That is, you also taste this hot soy milk, this taste is really beautiful to the heart. Wang Qiang hurriedly said.

"When I'm done with ice, I'll drink it hot. Huang Fei said.

"What about the fritters, don't dip them in soy milk?" Wang Qiang asked after all, pointing to the golden fritters.

"I'll take another sip when I'm waiting, one last sip. Wang Qiang looked at the golden fritters and then looked at the ice soy milk he had just drunk, struggled for a while, and finally the idea of more ways to eat prevailed, and nodded.

"I'm going to dip the fritters. Wang Qiang restrained himself from taking a sip of soy milk again, and then directly reached out to pick up the fritters.

Yuanzhou's soybean milk fritters breakfast this time is a set meal, a bowl of soy milk plus two fritters, yes, there are two fritters, which are as big as the ones sold outside when I was a child.

The chopsticks are seven centimeters long, seven centimeters wide, and they can be divided into two heels from the middle, and the golden fritters in your hand are fried crispy, and you can hear the clatter sound when you pinch them slightly.

"Click" Wang Qiang directly broke the fritters into two sections with his hands, and the crispy fritters were instantly disconnected, revealing the fluffy inside.

The inside of the fritters was hollow, the white dough was fried into honeycomb eyes, and a smell of wheat and flour mixed with oil from the disconnected place rushed to the tip of Wang Qiang's nose.

"Oops, it's so fragrant, it smells like I ate it when I was a kid. Wang Qiang's eyes widened in surprise, and he couldn't wait to take a bite directly.

"Bang. The outer layer makes a crispy sound and breaks directly, followed by the extremely soft honeycomb white dough on the inside.

Because the outside is directly in contact with the hot oil at high temperatures, it tastes full of oil and aroma, and has a burnt feeling, while the inside does not, and it tastes with a natural wheat aroma, and the taste is extremely wonderful under the mixture of the two.

"It's delicious, soft and crunchy, and it's even better than the churros I remember when I was a kid. Wang Qiang ate half of the fritters after a while.

When he was about to wipe his hands with a handkerchief, Wang Qiang paused.

Wang Qiang holds the knife all year round with thick finger joints, and there are many wounds and calluses on the palms.

But now Wang Qiang was staring at his hand in a slight daze.

"Chef Wang, what's wrong with you?" Huang Fei, who had just finished tasting the last sip of ice soy milk, noticed his strange appearance and asked with concern.

"I know you're very proud of your kid, and you're usually very confident in your cooking skills, right? Wang Qiang did not answer immediately, but turned to say.

"Of course. Huang Fei said proudly.

However, this proud gaze couldn't help but add after touching the soy milk fritters in front of him: "But not in front of Chef Yuan." ”

"I just want to ask you if you can fry fritters without getting oil on your hands after eating?" Wang Qiang ignored his last sentence and asked directly.

"What?" Huang Fei asked subconsciously.

"You see I don't have anything on my hands. Wang Qiang stretched out his hand that was just holding the fritter and said.

"It can't be. Huang Fei shook his head reflexively, from common sense to logic, this is unscientific.

"Try it yourself. Wang Qiang didn't force an explanation, you must know that he wouldn't believe it even if others told him so, unless he saw it with his own eyes like now.

"If it's true, it's really amazing. Huang Fei frowned, and heard that Wang Qiang's words were very serious.

"It's magical. Wang Qiang nodded.

"No, you don't understand what I mean, maybe you don't know, maybe you don't know, but I've heard that top chefs can do fried rice without oil on the plate and fried oil without touching hands, but isn't that a legend. Huang Fei stared at the golden fritters on the table and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Don't get me wrong, Huang Fei is not greedy, but shocked, well, it's still a little greedy to smell so good, but that's not important.

"What legend? I don't even know this legend. Wang Qiang couldn't help but sigh, for the first time, he felt that he was a little behind in consulting.

"I also listened to my father. Huang Fei continued: "Let's say that hundreds of years ago, a huge rich man spent a sky-high price to invite a legendary imperial chef to make him a breakfast, which contained a dish of dim sum and fruit that did not stick to his hands, which is said to be very delicious. ”

"So there is a record in your family?" asked Wang Qiang curiously.

"Of course...... No, it's all said to be a legend, and I really can't think of it if the oil doesn't stick to my hands after frying. Huang Fei shook his head, panting as he spoke.

"It's useless to talk too much, just pick it up and try it. Wang Qiang signaled.

"Well, I will. Huang Fei took out his handkerchief and solemnly wiped it on his hand three times before picking up the fritters.

In fact, it can be seen here that food critics and chefs, when they eat the food made by Yuanzhou, they are different from ordinary diners.

Ordinary diners are "unpalatable", "delicious", "delicious", "this is the taste of Boss Yuan".

I don't think about it, "How is this possible?" or "What are the tricks or means used in this dish?"

Of course, they both eat with one mouth, and these two ways of eating are not high or low, but the food in Yuanzhou is delicious and straightforward.

"It's so crispy, I'm afraid I'll crush it like this. Huang Fei couldn't help but say.

"No, you'll understand when you're done. Wang Qiang shook his head.

"I'll give it a try. After Huang Fei raised Yuan Zhou's cooking skills to a higher level in his heart again, he broke the fritters.

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