Fang Zilu smiled slightly: "This is rice soup."

The door of the dining room was ajar, and a cool breeze was blowing in, and the woman approached and sniffed, and sure enough, there was a strong aroma of cereals.

The rice grains are washed with clean water, and then soaked in time to soak out all the impurities and particles, and then the water is filtered through a mesh sieve to make the water clear and transparent. Sprinkle salt and peanut oil into the washed rice and stir well, then add water that has not covered the rice and freeze for a while.

Bring water to a boil in a pot, pour in the refrigerated rice and simmer until the rice grains bloom and become thick. Then the porridge is sifted out through a sieve, leaving only a silky and dense porridge base, which exudes a subtle and plump aroma from time to time.

This is the inspiration that Chef Ah Huan drew from the beautiful porridge of Fujian and Guangdong - no rice porridge.

The woman was full of interest in this novel soup that she had never seen before, and under the guidance of Fang Zilu, she used a fork to fork a thin and translucent slice of fish with skin.

"It's so pretty—" she carefully held up the fillet to the warm light of the restaurant, "like a diamond...... crystal clear.

Boneless fillet is a wonderful presentation of Chef Lai's knife work. The carp opens a knife from the tail of the fish, presses the body of the fish with one hand and holds the kitchen knife with the other, and cuts a rich fish steak along the direction of the bones. I only felt that the blade of the knife in his hand was lightly slashed, and the two fish chops fell easily, leaving only the thin fish bones.

There are many carp spines, but Chef Lai has a mysterious skill of removing them, and as soon as the palm of his hand is opened and closed, he takes out a long strip of fish meat full of spines from the middle of the skin. At this point, the fish on the board reaches a truly boneless state.

The slice of the oblique knife becomes a fillet as lustrous as crystal. After marinating with subtle seasonings, it is the perfect match for the rice-free soup base.

The woman carefully placed the fillets into the small lattice, the fillets sank to the bottom, and three seconds later the noodle soup gushed out with a tumbling start, like a flat boat, dancing in the vast white sea. What followed was an even richer aroma that lingered on the tip of the noses of the two.

"Are you alright?" The man wiped the corners of his mouth, holding a knife in one hand and a fork in the other.

Fang Zilu rolled his eyes a little speechlessly, and reminded, "You don't need to hold a knife to eat hot pot. If you're really hungry, you can take a sip of rice soup first."

"Can I drink this?" The man's eyes lit up.

Immediately scooped a full spoonful with the spoon he handed him, and it was instantly put into his mouth. Before Fang Zilu could stop it, he heard a clear and loud "hiss" sound. Sure enough, the man covered his mouth and whimpered, and said indistinctly, "It's so hot......

The big spoon full of rice soup in the other hand was not willing to put it down at all.

Fang Zilu shook his eyebrows and wanted to laugh again.

When the heat in his mouth dissipated, the man learned to be obedient, blew a few cool breaths gently, and touched the temperature of the rice soup with his lips, and then drank it all.

This clean and shiny white rice soup instantly swept the entire mouth, seemingly without any seasoning, but surprisingly smooth and sticky, only to feel that the whole person is in the wheat field, and the mouth is full of the taste of harvest. The man's eyes were moist, and he remembered the pastures of Rinan.

The fish fillet was also scalded, and the woman used a small drain spoon to take out the slightly rolled white fish meat and shake it into the sauce that Fang Zilu had prepared for her. The fish rolls in the black-brown juice, then inhales it, touches the tip of the hot tongue, and then dissolves in an instant, and the slight spiciness hidden in the sauce lingering in the mouth, as well as the light wet stickiness of the porridge water, finally turn into a fresh and sweet taste...... into the larynx.

It's ...... It's so delicious that I want to cry.

The two of them happily tried the pleasure brought by each small grid, and when they encountered a particularly spicy one, the woman spooned it around and bypassed it. And men seem to have a soft spot for steaming hot pots, even if they are so spicy that they stick out their tongues and keep stuffing food into their mouths little by little.

When the bottom of the porridge gradually became turbid, Fang Zilu served a small bowl of porridge rice that had just been filtered out, and poured it into the base soup under the scorching gaze of the two, and the fishy aroma suddenly overflowed, mellow and unrestrained, and then sprinkled with finely chopped green onions.

"Taste it." He scooped a small bowl for each of them.

The hot porridge smelled to know how delicious it would be, and the woman took a small sip

The mouth, the fresh and fluffy but soft touch made her close her eyes in an instant. After drinking a small bowl of porridge, I only feel that the whole body is a different kind of comfort.

When he left, the man was still reluctantly looking at the small crispy meat bubbling in the small pot next to the back kitchen. Fang Zilu smiled and packed a small portion in a paper bag for him, and he immediately danced with joy and kept giving a thumbs up: "Huaxia, awesome!"

The woman even paid a high tip directly, and directly uploaded the beautiful pictures she just took to the social platform.

Fang Zilu watched the two leave, the man took the small crispy meat and kept stuffing it into his mouth one by one, and after leaving, he found that he had finished eating it again, patted his head in annoyance, licked his lips and complained that he had eaten too fast......

The second table of guests turned out to be fellow villagers from China. As soon as Zhao Youwei entered the house, he habitually looked into the back kitchen, and he couldn't help but be a little disappointed when he didn't see that familiar figure.

His girlfriend comforted him, "Maybe he's busy."

Fang Zilu came over with the menu, and seeing that he was not in good spirits, he asked in Esperanto, "What's wrong?"

The girlfriend smiled and patted his hand, "He's a fan of the little boss." The answer was in Chinese.

Zhao Youwei cheered up a little and asked, "Can I meet the little boss?"

Fang Zilu was a little embarrassed: "The little boss is not here today." Although he wanted to tell the person in front of him that the little boss was missing. But Chu Liangwei said that the news is still unclear, if he dares to speak out on the Internet, he is afraid that the other party will jump off the wall and tear up the ticket, so he restrained himself.

"That's ......" Zhao Youwei nodded stupidly, and could only give up.

His girlfriend held his hand, and the dry temperature of the palm warmed his heart slightly. That year, he and his girlfriend traveled to the capital, which coincided with the opening of the Yujia restaurant, but he didn't expect this to be like an addiction, and in the days to come, no matter how difficult it was in the Garden Country, he would think about the taste buds brought to him by the Huaxia restaurant.

He smiled softly, the tip of his tongue lightly against the roof of his mouth, and just thinking about it made him speak. Later, a small owner came to Yu's restaurant, and he paid attention to it from the beginning, although being abroad did not affect his 8G surfing at all. The duel with Western-style restaurants, the provocation of the Neon Country, and then the framing of Zhao Youwei, Zhao Youwei only hated himself for being far away from home and couldn't put himself in his shoes to contribute his own strength.

Later, the small boss overcame the difficulties and re-established the authority of the Yu family's restaurant, and he jumped happily in the rental house like a fool. saw the little boss start a live broadcast again, and every time I paid attention, I complained that I couldn't eat the little boss's craftsmanship.

Even when everyone was blaming the Yu family restaurant at that time, he still firmly believed that a restaurant that could make the food so delicious could not have any bad intentions.

Just when he was thinking about it, his girlfriend had already ordered the food. Fang Zilu has an instinctive closeness to his fellow Chinese villagers, and he carried the record board to the back kitchen, brushing and adding two more dishes......