Chapter 390 Becoming the God of Cooking

"Everyone, the pub time has started, please come inside." Shen Min said to the diners who had arrived.

"Wait, we are not in a hurry, wait until Boss Yuan eats." Wu Hai refused with a smile.

"Well, I haven't seen Boss Yuan eat either." The author said with interest.

"You can't escape with wine." Su Mu said to Shen Min most gently.

"Well, okay." Shen Min blushed and lowered her head at Su Mu's smile.

"Tsk tsk, I look pretty good too." Seeing this scene, Wu Hai touched his face and muttered not to be outdone.

"Not as good-looking as me." Su Mu, who had sharp ears, immediately replied with a smile.

But Yuanzhou didn't care about this, he set the table in the kitchen and started serving food.

The rice cooker that holds the rice looks a bit old, with a pattern of peonies painted on it, and bursts of white smoke come out when it is opened.

The bowls Yuan Zhou took were not the usual ones, but two celadon bowls and a large white porcelain bowl.

"This..." Su Mu, who was attentive, was at a loss for words. He didn't know what to do and could only stop talking.

After all, this situation seems a bit obvious.

Yuan Zhou quickly scooped out three bowls of rice and placed them on three sides of the square table. Yuan Zhou remained silent the whole time, with serious expectations on his face, which made the diners next to him feel a little embarrassed to leave.

"Papa" Yuanzhou was given a pair of chopsticks to each position, three pairs in total.

"It's time to eat." Yuan Zhou's voice was very soft, but it was still heard by the diners.

Picking up the bowl, Yuan Zhou followed his habit and picked up a chopstick of mushrooms and vegetables and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Bah, bah, bah" chewed.

The green vegetables have a soft and tender texture as soon as they enter the mouth, with a crisp feeling and a very fresh taste.

As for the mushrooms, they are full of aroma in the mouth, and they complement each other perfectly with the light and fresh green vegetables. The best thing is that there is also the fragrance of tea oil, which stimulates the freshness and plumpness of the mushrooms, and an indescribable taste spreads all of a sudden. Come on.

"It looks delicious." Wu Hai couldn't help but say.

“You must have starved to death in your last life.

"Jia looked at Wu Hai and said seriously.

"I agree." Su Mu said.

Only the man in a suit on the side looked at Yuan Zhou without blinking.

"Wow!" Yuan Zhou took two bites of rice with a slight movement and ate another chopstick of mushrooms and vegetables.

This time Yuan Zhou frowned and ate it.

Immediately afterwards, Yuan Zhou put down his chopsticks and looked at the dishes on the table and the two empty seats in a daze.

"It seems not as delicious as before." Yuan Zhou frowned in confusion.

"System, the ingredients you provide must be of the highest quality, right?" Yuan Zhou asked abruptly.

The system now reads: "The green vegetables used in this system come from the best varieties in the Jiangnan region. They are soft in texture, creamy in texture, loose in texture, slightly sweet, and have refreshing leaves. They are delivered to the host at the most suitable time for picking."

“As for the shiitake mushrooms, we use delicious wild mushrooms.”

"This kind of mushroom is delicate in size, with speckles, rich and delicious flavor, and thick meat. It grows on hardwoods of the Hamamelidaceae family, and the wood is between 15 and 20 years old."

"As for the mushroom species, they come from the oldest and first artificially cultured place, Longquan City, Jingning County, and Qingyuan County, at the junction of the three cities and counties."

"The camellia oil used this time comes from the Camellia oleifera fruit grown on thousand-year-old tea trees in Yuanxi Village, Jiangxi. It has a golden color, clear and transparent oil, a fragrant smell, and an extremely pure taste."

“The tea oil produced in Yuanxi Village in Jiangxi has been a royal tribute since the Ming Dynasty.”

"Then...it is indeed the case." Yuan Zhou looked at the system's answer and confirmed his answer.

The ingredients were indeed of the highest quality, and even the cooking oil was not needed, yet the dishes made made Yuanzhou feel unpalatable.

At least not as delicious as he imagined.

Yuanzhou was a little stunned and just sat quietly.

"Boss, if you don't mind, I'd like to try this dish." Suddenly the man in suit spoke.

In the quiet shop, his voice seemed particularly abrupt and loud.

"You!" Su Mu was a little angry, but not too angry.

This situation is obviously that Yuan Zhou's family is having a meal, and the man in the suit seems to be acting indifferently to the occasion.

"Your son is bolder than me." Wu Hai said, stroking his beard.

"What do you think?" The man in the suit turned a deaf ear to their words and just looked at Yuan Zhou and asked.

"You want to eat?" Yuan Zhou was also surprised and looked up at the man in the suit.

Yuanzhou knew that he had no sense of taste, and having no sense of taste meant that everything he ate had no taste. This feeling could only be described as tasteless, so eating might not be about enjoying delicious food for him.

Therefore, Yuan Zhou was surprised that he would take the initiative to ask for food. Of course, it would not be surprising if the person who asked was the shameless Ling Hong or the foodie Wu Hai.

"If the boss doesn't mind." The man in the suit nodded gently.

"If you don't mind, I think they won't mind." Yuan Zhou thought for a while and said.

"That's troublesome." The man in the suit stood up, eager to take the plate.

"Please use it." Yuan Zhou handed over the chopsticks.

"Damn it, this guy actually grabbed the food from Compass's mouth and snatched it from the tiger's mouth." Su Mu looked surprised.

"I'm thinking about where there are chopsticks, and I don't mind." Wu Hai stroked his beard with one hand and was ready to get a pair of chopsticks with the other.

"What a coincidence, I have it." Jia picked up the wrapped cooked food and said with a smile.

"Let's share it together." Wu Hai said seriously.

Wu Hai and Su Mu were unpacking their chopsticks, and the man in the suit had already started eating.

After only one bite, the man in the suit said: "This dish tastes very good."

"Thank you." Yuan Zhou nodded politely, not seriously.

After all, the man in the suit couldn't taste it, and he didn't think it was delicious.

"Come on, come on, one person can taste whatever he wants, we are obliged to help." Wu Hai said righteously.

"Please use it." The man in the suit simply gave up his position.

The three of them immediately stepped forward without being too particular. They joked that since the opening of Yuanzhou's store, they had often grabbed food from other people's plates. This time, it was Yuanzhou's plate, so the three of them were naturally more energetic.

Each person stuffed it into his mouth.

"Well, it's super delicious. These must be winter mushrooms. They taste so fragrant." Jia was the first to speak.

"I feel like I must have eaten fake mushrooms and green vegetables before, and I feel sorry for my silly self before." Su Mu then swallowed the food and made a pose like a girl holding her heart, her beautiful peach blossom eyes full of heartache.

"..." Wu Haize didn't say anything at all and just ate in silence.

"The boss's craftsmanship is quite good." The man in the suit suddenly said again.

"No, it's really not as delicious as before." Yuan Zhou said seriously.

"Before?" Wu Hai then asked in confusion. In his opinion, the past was a year or two years ago.

"This is a dish that my mother is good at and likes. I can't cook it as well as her." Yuan Zhou said sincerely.

"I might surpass her in the future." Wu Hai blurted out, but he felt a little stupid as he said the words.

"Maybe after I become the God of Cooking." Yuan Zhou's tone was calm, with determination on his face.

There is something called memory, which is very scary. Even if you are superior in all aspects of color, flavor and food, you will still be defeated by the taste of memory.

It tastes better than what he remembers, maybe even in the future, after he becomes the God of Cooking.

ps: Caimao, please give me a monthly pass. Please give me a monthly pass. If you don’t give it to Caimao, I will have no choice but to wallow... (To be continued...)

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