Chapter 159 Opening

Jiang Cheng and his friends knew very well that if they competed head-on with Xu Qing, they would all be defeated in an instant. By then, the diners would only have Xu Qing's dishes in their eyes and hearts and would never see their dishes again.

Therefore, the moment the gong sounded, they would be the first to lift the lid of the pot, allowing the delicious food to spread into the air and seize the initiative.

Four kinds of strange aromas wafted out and instantly blended into the air. This rich aroma was everywhere, almost turning this wide venue into a sea of ​​aroma.

Some people gathered in front of the Yangquan Restaurant stall were attracted by the delicious food and turned to the stalls of other restaurants.

Moreover, the unique designs of each restaurant also attract people's curious eyes.

"Why is the chicken dish in Feihuang Tower an egg? That's so weird."

"Go and see!"

Under the curious gaze of the crowd, the eggshell broke gently, revealing the jade-white chicken body inside. At the same time, the wonderful taste surged in an instant, filling people's mouths and noses with this sweet and delicious aroma.

Jiang Cheng picked up the kitchen knife and neatly cut the chicken into small pieces and put them on a plate.

The diners watching picked up a plate each and put the white jade-like chicken into their mouths.

"This chicken smells so good! It's so tender!"

“It was delicious! I have never had chicken so good!”

"It is said that this is the best variety cultivated in Feihuang Tower - Baifeng. It really tastes extraordinary!"

"Not only that, I've had Hakuho before, and it tasted far worse than this. This is the dish that truly showcases the flavor of Hakuho!"

"Before, there were rumors that Feihuanglou was a chicken farm, saying that only the chickens were of good quality and the chefs' skills were very ordinary. Now it seems that not only is the quality of the chickens good, but the chefs' skills are also superb!"

"Well said!"

In front of Taoran Ju, people looked curiously at the roasted suckling pig on the stove, and then they saw a big goose taken out of the roasted suckling pig, and a chicken taken out of the goose's belly, and they couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

"This is so funny, hiding chickens and geese in pigs' stomachs!"

When the food was put into people's mouths, the exclamations became louder.

"The taste in my mouth is so gorgeous! How can the chicken taste so delicious!"

“It’s like putting a gorgeous coat on the chicken. The taste is rich and wonderful, exquisite and gorgeous. It’s worthy of Taoranju!”

"Yes, only Taoranju can make such delicious food! I can't get enough of this exquisite taste even if I eat it a hundred times."

"Isn't it enough for Taoranju to rely on the excellent cooking skills of its chef? Why did it frame other restaurants in the first place?"

"There may be something fishy going on. I don't believe that someone who can make such a delicate and pure delicacy would do such a thing."

"That's right."

Liang Jing, who was hiding aside, suddenly raised his head and looked at the diners who were immersed in the delicious food, and then at Li Weiran who was concentrating on making delicious food.

It is obvious that there is no communication between the diners and the chef. One side cooks the food and the other side eats it.

However, trust was unconsciously established in this silent communication.

Liang Jing originally thought that after that incident, Taoranju's reputation among diners would never change.

However, he forgot that the communication between chefs and diners is not through their mouths, but through their hearts.

A chef was about to move the roasted suckling pig away when Liang Jing suddenly said, "Roast it a little longer, and the flavor of the fat will blend better."

Everyone in Taoranju looked at him in surprise, and Li Weiran also turned around abruptly.

Liang Jing said: "I wonder if I can help you?"

"Of course, Master!"

Li Weiran was overjoyed!
In front of Wenhua Garden, people were making a lot of noise.

"You're using lychees to cook. Can this be delicious?"

"That's weird. I don't eat this kind of thing. I know it's not tasty at first glance." "But it smells good."

"Let me try it. I've never eaten anything made with lychees."

A few curious people took the plates, put the food into their mouths, and then their eyes lit up.

“It’s so delicious! Lychees can be so delicious when made into dishes!”

“The flavors of lychee and chicken blend perfectly together to create a whole new flavor. It’s so interesting!”

“As expected of Wenhua Garden, it always brings new and interesting methods and flavors!”

"Chef, this dish must be like the previous dishes, with ancient poetry in it! Which poem is it?"

The chef looked at Chen Yu, and Chen Yu said, "It comes from a poem by Huang Tingjian, praising the deliciousness of lychees. The poem says this..."

After hearing Chen Yu's story, people suddenly understood and nodded in satisfaction. "I didn't expect that eating vegetables can also learn ancient poetry. I don't like reading this kind of thing, but if every ancient poem can be turned into a delicious dish, then I will definitely read it every day!"

"Haha, me too!"

Hearing everyone's praise, Chen Yu's dazed look gradually faded away, and his eyes became more determined.

There is nothing wrong with his path, and there is nothing wrong with using dishes to show the charm of ancient poetry! Because people’s love at the moment is the best answer!

The chef patted him on the shoulder and said, "I didn't lie to you. You can't figure out what's bothering you even if you stay alone in your room for your whole life. The chef's answer is in the dishes. Let the dishes tell you the answer to your worries and distress."

"Yes, master!"

Chen Yu said firmly.

In front of Shangping Restaurant, however, there was a lot of noise and diners did not start tasting the dishes, but gathered together to watch the fun.

Because the chef of Shangping Restaurant was furious at the moment, scolding a group of people so much that they couldn't even raise their heads.

"This is simply nonsense! Pack up your things and return home immediately!"

"And you, Fang He! You actually brought everyone here without telling me. Do you still have me as your master? If you are dissatisfied with me, leave Shangping Pavilion now!"

Fang He listened silently and handed the dish in his hand to the chef. "Master, this is the dish I made in the special chef assessment. Please comment on it. If this dish satisfies you, I hope you can allow us to stay."

The other chefs also spoke up, "Yes, Chef, we are here and the dishes are ready! There are so many people waiting outside, it would be inappropriate to leave now."

The chef stared at Fang He and said, "You know I am very strict about the taste and technique of the dishes. Bring out the dishes now, and don't blame me for saying something unpleasant later."

"Master, please taste it."

Fang He just said so.

When the chef put the dish into his mouth, all his complaints and dissatisfaction disappeared in an instant, leaving only shock in his heart.

The ingredients and cooking methods of this dish are very common and there is nothing innovative about it, but Fang He has broken through the inherent limits of the dish along this established path and created an unprecedented taste.

This dish was perfect in this way. Even the usually strict chef was speechless. Even if he were asked to make it, he couldn't make it as perfect as Fang He's. This pursuit of ultimate deliciousness deeply shocked him.

Being conservative does not mean remaining unchanged; there is new life in the old taste.

The chef silently put down the plate in his hand, looked at the disciple in front of him who was beyond his imagination, and said with satisfaction: "Do as you think."

Everyone was immediately delighted, "Great!"

Just when the restaurants and stalls were bustling with activity and business was booming, a wonderful fragrance suddenly wafted through the air.

With every breath taken by everyone present, the mouth and nose were filled with this wonderful fragrance. It lingered in the nose, lightly went down the trachea into the lungs, then merged into the blood through the blood vessels, flowing through the limbs and bones, immersing all the senses of the body in it.

Finally, it reaches the brain directly, and countless nerves in the brain are immersed in this wonderful aroma. It makes the mind lose the ability to think in an instant, leaving only the instinct to feel the deliciousness.

Appetite is also completely aroused at this moment. In people's eyes, the surrounding environment seems to have become blurred, as if covered by a thick layer of gauze. Only the fragrance between the mouth and nose and the delicious dishes are so real.

(End of this chapter)