Before, in order to entertain the buddies in the university, Qi Hao prepared the ingredients for the two dishes early.

There's not much he has to do right now.

Put the lotus fish bun on a plate, put it in the steamer, medium and high heat, and it can be done in ten minutes;

The gold wire is wrapped in silver, and only the step of frying remains.

Of course, the volume of eight servings is enough to fill a pot, and in the process of cooking, Qi Hao obviously felt the strength of his wrists, and even the amplitude of the spoon was much smaller than when he fried one or two servings before.

However, the taste of fried rice is still tempting.

In particular, as soon as the last bowl of fresh soup infused with the essence of the hen was poured, the strong aroma spread from the back kitchen to the guest dining area in an instant under the surge of the stove fire.

Several people who were chatting, after smelling this pleasant breath, stared at each other.

"I'll go! Is it so fragrant! ”

"What did the boss use to stir up? How so..."

One of them, as he spoke, couldn't help but stick his tongue out.

Coincidentally, Qi Hao brought out the two plates of fried rice that had just been put out of the pot.

"Please use it slowly!"

Qi Hao indifferently put the meal in front of the man, turned around and entered the kitchen again.

In the white disc, the slender rice grains are covered with a girlish oily moisturizer, wrapped in soft egg shreds.

In the meantime, you can still vaguely see the ham grains that are as bright as crystal and exude a pure aroma.

"Hiccup—"

In the empty stomach, there was no food yet, just smelling this appetizing smell, Li Zexiang's colleague couldn't help but burp.

Swallowing his saliva, he also sat down unceremoniously, picked up the spoon, and began to eat.

After all, what's the use of doing that kind of polite formalism in the face of deliciousness?

Seeing that the other party was eating as if he had lost his soul, Li Zexiang licked his lips, aimed at the other plate of rice on the table, and brought it over with lightning speed, and hurriedly slipped to his place and sat down.

"Shoko, you are shameless!"

Seeing that the fried rice that originally belonged to her was taken away by Li Zexiang, Ning Ying suddenly became anxious.

I wanted to grab the rice, but the other party had already preemptively started eating.

At this time, Qi Hao brought out two plates of rice from the back kitchen.

"There's more!"

"Give it to me!"

With the experience of the previous car, this time Ning Ying was also one step ahead of the others, and took the meal from Qi Hao's hand first.

Without waiting to sit down, she directly took a big hole with a spoon, without any regard for her image.

The tongue stirs the fried rice as soft as sand, and the tip of the tongue feels the umami brought by various ingredients.

There are the soft glutinous sea cucumber, the salty and pure dried scallops, the springy mouth of the river shrimp, the freshness of the bamboo shoots, and all the accessories and the dry rice, so that the original home-cooked snacks are reborn and renewed, and the aftertaste is long and unforgettable.

"It is not surprising that fried rice can be done to this extent, let alone 168 yuan, even if you add a 0 later! Thumbs up! ”

Add a zero to the end, even if the customer is willing, the price bureau will not agree.

Just think about it!

However, looking at the dishes he made and getting Ning Ying's affirmation, Qi Hao's depressed mood because of being released by his friends suddenly improved a lot.

At this time, several other people, after eating fried rice, were also deeply impressed by its taste and gave it a very high evaluation.

"The taste of this fried rice is much better than the abalone and lobster fried rice I ate for more than 500 yuan in the main city last month!"

"It's the first time I've eaten such delicious fried rice!"

"There will be a place to check in in the future!"

“......”

Then, Qi Hao took out a few portions of stinky tofu from the back kitchen.

After several lottery draws, he has already had a lot of money in his rental house, but he can't eat so much by himself, so he thinks about bringing it to the restaurant, which can be given to customers as a small gift.

There are eight portions left, just one for each of them, and it is not wasted.

Although the stinky tofu given by the system has a stronger taste, it tastes good or not.

Moreover, in the restaurant, the rich aroma of fried rice is permeating at the moment, and the smell of stinky tofu is unreserved, and several people don't smell anything.

After tasting it, I thought it was good, and I accepted it one after another.

At this time, the lotus room fish bun in the back kitchen has also been steamed, take out the steamer, and then pour the fisherman's three fresh soup that has been boiling for a long time, and the second course will be completed.

This dish, in terms of taste, is not outstanding compared to gold and silver, but it can't stand its exquisite plating.

Therefore, when the white porcelain plate was brought to the table, everyone's eyes fell on it.

The four inverted cone-shaped lotus pods made of tofu are green and green, clustered around each other, and there are ten small holes on the top of the canopy, and each hole is dotted with white mandarin fish filling.

Playful and cute, vivid.

At the bottom of the lotus canopy, dozens of pink petals are stacked into a blooming lotus flower.

The texture is simple and poetic.

So much so that several girls, after reading it, did not think that it was a dish, but a handicraft that "can be viewed from a distance and cannot be blasphemed".

However, Li Zexiang and several boys are not as hypocritical as them.

When he saw the dish coming up, without saying a word, he picked up a lotus room and put it in his mouth.

The size of the tofu lotus room is just like what Qi Hao said, it is about the same as xiaolongbao, just one bite at a time.

As the lips and teeth squirm, the tofu spreads out in the mouth.

Unlike gold silk wrapped in silver, the beauty of the lotus fish bun lies in its fresh fragrance, which is slowly progressive and slowly flowing out, very much like a girl in the boudoir, shy and ashamed.

The old tofu itself has tenacity, and it complements the firm elasticity of the mandarin fish meat.

Without the help of too many seasonings, the fish meat has no loss of original flavor, and it is perfectly displayed, and even the fat and sweetness of the fish itself can be faintly tasted.

What's even more surprising is that except for the lotus petals at the bottom of the whole dish, there is no shadow of lotus at all.

However, every time you chew it, you can feel the elegant atmosphere of the water town.

In a trance, I feel like I am in a lotus pond that has just rained, surrounded by cascading lotus leaves and pink lotus flowers competing to bloom, swaying in the wind.

Pieces of lotus leaves and lotus flowers, set off each other, during which you can also see the tall lotus canopy out of the water...

"Fresh and soft, not rushed, no extra miscellaneous taste, simply a wonderful combination of lotus, fish and tofu!"

This is the true feeling that Li Zexiang felt in his heart after eating this dish.

He already likes to eat mandarin fish, not to mention eating all over the country, and has seen some of the world.

The dish in front of him, in his heart, has defeated more than ninety percent of mandarin fish dishes.

Not only him, but also Ning Ying and the others who ate this dish later were also brought into the artistic conception, silent and delicious, and unable to extricate themselves physically and mentally.

If someone hadn't set the alarm clock, everyone wouldn't have known that the time had quietly reached twelve o'clock...