Chapter 239: Caring for the Diners

Meet the chef?
This request was surprising.

The shopkeeper said with a smile: "Dear guest, the food is delicious. Why do you care what the chef looks like? If the appearance is not to your liking, it will ruin your good mood."

"good mood?"

Cheng Peng spat and cursed, "Do you think I'm in a good mood now? Call the chef out!"

"This……"

The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, "In fact, the chef is right in front of you, the customer."

"what?"

Cheng Peng looked at the shopkeeper and said disdainfully, "You are the chef? With your hands, you can't even cook. You're better off cleaning shit."

Veins bulged on the shopkeeper's forehead. He took a deep breath and tried to suppress the anger in his heart.

Normally, his black shop would at most ask for some money. He was unwilling to kill anyone, after all, he was afraid of getting into trouble with the government.

But this time, he wants money and people too!
When the time comes, I will chop this bastard with a foul mouth into small pieces and let him see whether I can cook or not!

The young man didn't expect that the man in front of him had such a sharp tongue. With just a few words, he made the shopkeeper red and warm.

Seeing the fierce look in the shopkeeper's eyes, the young man became more anxious, and at the same time he secretly made up his mind that when the time comes, he must do his best to help this man escape.

The shopkeeper said with a wry smile: "Sir, you are joking. The young man in front of you is the chef."

"Oh?"

When Cheng Peng heard this, he first looked down at the boy's hands.

Whether a person is a chef, or a good chef, can be seen from his hands.

This is what Cheng Peng’s master in the dark cuisine world taught him.

Although that person did not acknowledge Cheng Peng as his disciple, Cheng Peng would not call him master.

However, in terms of teaching and answering questions, that person is a very qualified master.

Cheng Peng learned from him to identify a chef's ability by observing his hands.

The most outstanding pair of hands Cheng Peng has ever seen are Xu Qing's hands.

Just from the shape of those hands, one can tell that Xu Qing’s strength must be extraordinary.

And this made Cheng Peng even more jealous.

At such a young age, he has such strong strength.

God is so unfair!
And at this moment, God's unfairness appeared again.

The young man in front of him also had a pair of excellent hands. Although they were far inferior to Xu Qing's, they were also a pair of hands that only an excellent chef could have.

This young man is not much older than Xu Qing.

Plus, he was the one who made this dish, a dish that had an ethereal heart.

The flame of jealousy in Cheng Peng's heart suddenly rose.

How come every kid nowadays is so amazing!
Why!
He suddenly felt like a wave being pushed on the sea, rushing towards the shore involuntarily. His only fate was to be pushed by the waves behind and slammed heavily on the beach.

He is not willing!

Cheng Peng looked at the boy, "Are you a chef?"

"Yes."

The boy nodded and replied.

"No wonder this dish is so bad. Only a brat like you can make it."

Cheng Peng made a disparaging remark.

Only in this way did Cheng Peng feel a little less jealous.

The young man could not stand being scolded.

He can curse at other things, but he just won’t accept that the food he cooked is bad.

"Excuse me, what's wrong with this dish?" "What? You still dare to ask? There's not even a shred of pork in this bowl of chicken noodle soup. The noodles are so sparse that there are only a few roots. They don't even put chopped green onions in it. But there's plenty of soup, enough to fill you up. And you're asking me what's wrong with this dish? Of course, everything is wrong. There's not a single good thing about it!"

Hearing these words, the boy felt depressed, but he couldn't refute it.

There was no choice but the shopkeeper gave him so many materials.

He could only try his best.

He also wanted to make a good dish. He used the best ingredients, exerted his full strength, and put in all his efforts to make a truly good dish that would satisfy himself and that the diners would not find fault with.

But the situation does not allow it.

When he brought the dish in front of him, he felt ashamed and his face felt like it was on fire.

If a dish fails to satisfy diners and fails to make diners feel happy, how can it be called a dish?
This statement was a bit extreme, but in the boy's heart, he really thought so.

Cheng Peng vented his resentment and immediately felt much better.

His mood also brightened.

With such a good mood, Cheng Peng picked up his chopsticks and began to taste the dishes.

He wanted to use his tongue to feel it himself to see whether his feeling was accurate.

If not, he would turn around and leave.

If it's accurate, maybe this kid has other uses.

Cheng Peng stirred the soup bowl a few times with chopsticks and finally scooped up a mouthful of noodles. He put the noodles into his mouth and chewed them carefully.

As the name of chicken noodle soup suggests, the focus of the whole dish is the chicken soup.

The old hen is put into the casserole and simmered over low heat for a long time. The chicken is cooked until it falls off the bones. At the same time, the fat and meaty aroma of the chicken are fully dissolved in the soup, forming a unique and delicious taste.

The chicken soup tastes fresh and rich, yet refreshing and delicate, with a silky and mellow texture that is very charming.

However, the ingredients of this dish are so simple that it is obviously impossible to select high-quality old hens and simmer them slowly over low heat for a long time.

If the chicken soup tastes bland, it means that the chicken noodle soup has completely failed. Rather than chicken noodle soup, it is better to call it plain noodles.

But Cheng Peng didn't come here to taste the flavor, he just wanted to savor the illusory feeling.

As for the taste, it just shouldn't be so bad that he'll vomit it out.

Cheng Peng was mentally prepared.

However, what he didn't expect was that the chicken soup was so rich and fragrant, and the sweet and delicious taste in his mouth was as if it was stewed from the best old hen.

But, this is impossible!

How could someone who runs a black shop spend so much time and money on cooking?

But the taste in your mouth doesn't lie.

In addition to the rich chicken flavor, the noodles are also very chewy.

Although the quantity is small, each noodle is very substantial. The full and firm texture and the chewy texture make the teeth seem to be fighting with the noodles.

Just biting off a noodle, chewing it and swallowing it takes a lot of effort.

The sufficient chewiness and firmness made Cheng Peng feel as if this one noodle was worth more than ten noodles.

The teeth also feel a wonderful sense of fullness during a lot of chewing. Through the chewing of the teeth, the nerves send signals to the brain, telling the brain that you are eating. When you chew more, the brain will have a subtle illusion that the body has eaten enough, so it sends a "full" signal.

People often say that you should chew slowly when eating. On the one hand, it helps digestion. On the other hand, it is to control your diet, enhance your sense of fullness, and avoid consuming too much food.

The faster you eat and the less you chew, the more food you consume without realizing it.

The bowl of chicken noodle soup in front of you may seem watery, but it is actually very fresh and fragrant. The noodles may seem sparse, but they bring a full feeling of fullness.

Under limited conditions, the boy still tried his best to make dishes that would satisfy diners.

This mood was also integrated into the taste of the chicken noodle soup and was sensed by Cheng Peng.

No matter how harsh the environment or how poor the conditions, the chef will still spend time and effort to present the best delicious food.

This kind of consideration for diners is exactly what Cheng Peng has been looking for.

(End of this chapter)