Eddie had planned to return to the restaurant after watching Zheng Ke's initial processing of the ingredients, however, when Zheng Ke showed his superb knife skills, his strong curiosity prompted him to stay in the kitchen - he was a little concerned about what kind of Chinese food the little chef in front of him could cook.

There was a slight smoke coming out of the hot oil in the pan. With Eddie's eyesight, the hot oil in the pan should be around fifty percent hot.

Zheng Ke picked up the porcelain basin and gently lowered the chicken into the pot, and the chicken nuggets gradually sank.

As the temperature rises, the chicken pieces gradually float up, and the chicken also shrinks the skin under the action of hot oil.

Zheng Ke, who was holding an iron spoon and kept slicing the chicken in the pot, saw that the chicken skin was shrinking, and then gently put the cut bamboo shoots into the oil pan, soaked them slightly, and then picked up the wok, together with the hot oil, and poured them into the soup pot.

After draining the hot oil, Zheng Ke put the chicken pieces and bamboo shoots on the colander into the dinner plate, took another part of the hot oil, added it to the pot, and began to mix the sauce.

The aromatic smell escaped from the pot and soon filled the kitchen.

The chefs who were cooking looked back at Zheng Ke, all surprised by what made the taste so strong.

Absolon was even more stunned, the dish Zheng Ke was cooking was even better than the morning's, and the fragrant taste made people unable to extricate themselves.

Before he knew it, Absolon's saliva was running to the corners of his mouth, and he swallowed it with difficulty.

Add frowned slightly, didn't say a word, turned and walked out of the kitchen.

Romon was immersed in the food and saw Eddie pass in front of him, for some reason, but he also turned around and followed Eddie to the restaurant.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Romon pulled a chair and sat down, looking at Eddie in front of him in confusion.

"Nothing. Add flicked his hand, called the waiter on the side, and asked for a cup of coffee.

"Then why did you come out?" said Romon puzzled.

And so on. Add said simply.

"Wait, wait, what?"

"Wait for the boy to make the food. Eddie said softly, "I've just looked at the general process, and I think we all have our own opinions on his cooking skills, and then we will wait for him to bring the dishes." ”

Hearing Add's words, Romon inadvertently smiled.

He knew this old friend too well, and when he said that, it meant that he was looking forward to the dish.

It is best to slowly uncover the true face of beautiful things.

"What are you laughing at?" Eddie frowned and glanced at Romon.

Luo Meng shook his head repeatedly, "No...... You read it wrong. ”

When the two of them came out, Zheng Ke's dishes were almost finished, so they didn't wait too long, and the waiter brought the dishes up.

Two pairs of chopsticks, two pairs of knives and forks, and a plate of plenty of chicken.

After the chicken is dipped in starch, it is soaked and fried in a pan of oil, and then stir-fried with the sauce to give it an attractive sheen, and the rich sauce tightly wraps the chicken pieces. The aromatic taste, as the steam escapes, makes people salivate.

Eddie picked up his chopsticks and picked up a piece of chicken. After yesterday's lesson, Romon did not pick up chopsticks, but picked up a piece of chicken with a fork and put it in his mouth to chew.

The delicious gravy escapes from the chicken, runs freely in the mouth as you chew, and finally enters Romong's taste buds, and along the taste buds into the throat. The fragrant chicken gradually spreads in the mouth, penetrating into every cell, refilling these cells with strength, and the fatigue dissipates.

Romon squinted his eyes and raised his head slightly, his brain completely occupied by this dish.

The tender chicken melts slowly in the mouth without chewing too hard, and after being soaked in hot oil, the chicken still retains its tender texture. When the delicate chicken rubs against the soft tongue, a kind of softness spreads all over the body, and the deliciousness of this dish seems to spread to every part of the body with this softness.

The power of the fire can be seen.

Not a minute, not a second less, but just right.

It can not only allow customers to experience the deliciousness of the chicken, but also control the maturity of the meat just right, and the delicate meat quality is combined with the fragrant gravy, so that Romong's consciousness is gradually blurred.

Unconsciously, his mood was also calmed.

"Delicious!"

Eddie's voice suddenly rang in Rommon's ears.

Romon opened his eyes and looked at Add, only to find that his cheeks were slightly red, but his eyes were extremely bright, clearly influenced by the food.

"How's that? I said yesterday, right?" said Romon with a smile on his face.

"I didn't expect that in this small shop, since I could try this level of food, even if I don't often try Chinese food, I can feel the uniqueness of the cuisine. The control of ingredients is obviously higher than ordinary people. Although it is not obvious, if you taste it carefully, it is not difficult to find that the ingredients have an urge to communicate with your heart.

On top of that, the sauce of this dish is also excellent, with a lot of ingredients in it, including chopped green onions, sake, soy sauce, and a rich broth, and the rich flavor firmly inhabits the taste buds. The delicious taste of China is famous all over the world, but there are very few people who can make it. Romong, you find a good place. Add whispered.

"How does it compare to the students of Lanji?" Romon looked at Eddie curiously.

He said yesterday that Zheng Ke's cooking skills are better than most Lanji students.

"Not as well. Add shook his head.

"Huh?" Romon was surprised to hear Eddie's words.

He'd tried the dishes of the Lanji students, and they were excellent, and he himself was more accustomed to French cuisine. However, putting aside the eating habits and only considering cooking skills, many Lanji students are not as good as this young man.

"Are you wrong?" asked Romon.

"Nope. The average Lanji student is not as good as him. But now I really want to eat the Western food he cooks - since the Chinese food is so good, then the Western food should also be at a good level. Eddie's eyes were full of anticipation.

Luo Meng rolled his eyes, this guy is really, can't he talk well?

But he doesn't want to cook Western food – at least for now. Luo Meng glanced back at the kitchen, and the text posted on the kitchen window was clearly written, and only Chinese food was currently served.

At this time, Eddie's mobile phone on the dining table suddenly rang, he glanced at the content of the phone, frowned slightly, stood up, picked up the phone and walked outside the restaurant. A minute later, Add sat back in his seat again.

"What's the matter?" asked Romon.

"It's nothing, the chef of a restaurant who wants to be promoted to the star wants to come to me to try the dishes. Eddie said, rubbing his chin.

"And you're leaving now?" asked Romon.

"No, I pushed it off. Add leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Well, that incident may be important to them. Romon reminded.

"What does it have to do with me? The role of a foodie is to find good food, that's all. Add snorted coldly and glanced contemptuously at the phone on the table.