He is the 17th.
It wasn't until Yan Ming followed Zhong Xiaoxiao in front for two steps that he realized that he could enter the restaurant immediately. He turned around and saw the person waiting behind him, with a look of anxious anticipation on his face. He instantly felt Complete.
"It fits my style of pursuing efficiency. As expected, Chef Yuan's restaurant is what makes me happy."
Because he entered from Babian, Yan Ming had no seats left after entering. Only the last seat at the bar and a four-person table on the other side were left. He looked at the four-person table over there. There were three beauties sitting there who had completely different temperaments but were equally attractive. He decisively chose the last seat at the bar.
"You can sit here and eat whatever you want without worrying about your image."
Although Yan Ming is single due to his ability, he still can't do the thing of eating without image in front of several beauties. I don't know how delicious Yuan Zhou's cooking is. If he eats it for a while without image, It's not good to scare people.
It was also Yan Ming who overthought things. Even Yin Ya, who often ate every day, couldn't do it, let alone other people, to be able to recall the image after eating the delicacies made by Yuan Zhou.
When eating here in a small restaurant, no one pays attention to the image. Even if they pay attention at the beginning, they will forget it when they eat delicious food, because there is no other place in their mind except for the delicious food.
"It seems I'm lucky to have New Zhejiang cuisine today." Yan Ming was in a good mood.
Yes, Yan Ming is originally from Zhejiang Province, but he has been developing in the capital and rarely goes back there. After all, he works well here in the capital. He bought a house and a car and even brought his parents to live there. There aren't many people around anymore, and I haven't been back for a long time, but the exquisite and mellow dishes left in my childhood memories will never fade.
What's more, every time I go home, my mother will cook hometown dishes from Zhejiang Province, so she is very familiar with them. Naturally, it is good to be able to eat familiar flavors in a small shop. Originally, he was still hesitating whether to order Sichuan cuisine or Zhejiang cuisine. The cuisine is more similar to Jiangsu cuisine or Shanghai cuisine, so there is no need to worry about it now.
“Are we serving New Zhejiang cuisine today?”
When Su Ruoyan came over to order, Yan Ming first asked to make sure. As for why he didn't flip through the menu himself, he absolutely refused to admit it. After flipping through the menu for a long time, everything he saw was delicious, and he wanted to order everything. I just didn’t see Zhejiang cuisine.
"Yes, guest. Look, everything is here. What do you want to order?"
Su Ruoyan stepped forward and flipped the menu open in front of Yan Ming to Zhejiang cuisine, then stepped back and waited for him to make a decision.
Yan Ming looked down and saw very familiar dishes such as West Lake Beef Soup, West Lake Vinegar Fish, Colorful Shredded Eels, etc. Many of them were familiar Zhejiang dishes.
This familiarity is for Yu Yanming himself. It’s not that people from Zhejiang Province can’t tell the difference between Jiangsu and Zhejiang cuisines. If you can say that a dish is from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, it’s already pretty good, but it’s hard to guess the others.
"Just have a Longjing shrimp, a West Lake water shield soup, a Dongpo pork, and a dry-fried bell."
Yan Ming originally wanted to order all the dishes made with tea leaves. The tea he drank in Yuanzhou before was so amazing that he couldn't forget it. But when he saw those familiar dishes, he always felt that if he didn't eat them, he would be sorry for his stomach. Same, we can only make a difficult choice, have the same thing, but it's a pity that we don't have a different-dimensional stomach, otherwise we can do it all over again.
I feel a little regretful, but reality is reality. I want to eat a lot, so I can only reluctantly remove the rice and add one more dish. This is already the maximum capacity of the stomach.
"Okay, guest, please wait a moment."
After Su Ruoyan took note of the menu, she said goodbye and left. After passing the menu to Yuan Zhou, she went to order for the remaining diners.
"Stop thinking about your homeland with old friends, and try new tea with new fires. Poetry and wine will take advantage of your youth." The great writer Su Dongpo left poems that have been passed down through the ages in many places in Jiangnan. Even after leaving Jiangnan, he was still fond of this place that triggered many of his inspirations. Never forget.
Later generations created the Longjing Shrimp dish based on his Liaoyan words. This dish is not only a delicacy from the river, but also a treasure from the Ming Dynasty. It is also full of poetry.
The combination of the refreshing aroma of tea and the fresh aroma of shrimps is like the Zen timeless feeling among the green mountains and green waters, making people seem to be able to remotely sense the wild and delicate feelings of the literary giants back then.
Yan Ming took a deep breath, inhaling all the fresh tea fragrance into his body, washing away the turbid air in his lungs, and feeling that his whole body was floating.
The first dish, Longjing Shrimp, has already caught Yan Ming's imagination even before he has even put it into his mouth. Not to mention the smell, the beautiful color is very pleasing to the eye.
The color is like white jade, exuding an alluring fragrance. The shrimps are curled and white, the tea leaves are stretched and green, and the strong and beautiful fragrance of the tea is both intoxicating and refreshing.
Yan Ming was very excited. He picked up the chopsticks and put a shrimp into his mouth. It was tender and smooth. The fragrance of Longjing had soaked into the whole shrimp, with a little bit of the unique astringent juice of tea and the sweet and tender taste. The combination of shrimp and meat is like a fallen leaf falling on a clear stream, flowing freely with the waves, bringing with it the free and unrestrained atmosphere of the mountains, making people feel elated.
"The shrimp meat is fresh and tender, and the tea leaves are fragrant and natural. The combination is really good. It turns out that it is not the reason for more or less tea leaves, or more or less shrimps, but it should be just right. It is really well-deserved."
Although Yan Ming had just eaten one shrimp, he seemed to understand why his friends couldn't help but compare the same dishes cooked by Yuan Zhou with those of other chefs when they had dinner together.
Not deliberately, but unconsciously, I make comparisons in my mind. After eating the dishes cooked by Yuan Zhou, I really have the feeling that "there was a time when the sea was too difficult for water, except for Wushan, it is not clouds."
The dishes cooked by Yuan Zhou are not comparable to those cooked by others. My tongue has seen the most beautiful scenery, so naturally it will not look down on the more beautiful ones. Is this probably similar to the theory that people promote rich women
Not only are the shrimps sweet and delicious, but the tea leaves inside are also fragrant. The slight bitterness just stimulates the taste buds and activates the cells of the body, making it ready to accept more baptisms.
There were definitely a lot of shrimps on the plate, there were more than a dozen of them, and each one was as thick as an index finger, but when Yan Ming ate it, he really felt like there was not even a splash, and there was no ripple in his stomach.
Yan Ming was expressionless: "Everything here by Chef Yuan is really good, but the small portion is not good at all."
He resolutely refused to admit that he ate too much, but felt that Yuan Zhou's portion must be too small, otherwise he didn't even have any reaction after eating a plate of food. It was not a problem with his stomach, but with the portion of the food.
However, Yan Ming didn't have much time to think about this serious issue, and the next dish was served.
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