Chapter 646 The Charm of Yangtze River 4 Fresh Saury

Damn it, who said that swordfish only has many thorns and its taste is average? Who said that this person's craftsmanship is average? Fujiwara was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, but he couldn't bear to put down the bowl.

"Bah, bah, bah!" Fujiwara tasted the rice and saury meat in his mouth carefully.

"It's really fresh and tender." Fujiwara squinted his eyes slightly and took a sip of the fish.

The fish meat of this saury immediately unfolded like lily petals. The fish meat was tender and the umami taste rushed straight into the throat. At the same time, there was also the fragrance of the rice itself, which was mixed with the fragrance of some sweet wine.

Because it is steamed fish rice, when the fish is steamed on the steaming plate, after the rice below is boiling, the fish on top also begins to cook.

Because the fish bones are removed, the sparse steaming plate makes it difficult to support the fish, and it will fall directly into the rice. The originally half-cooked fish becomes scattered small pieces, which are instantly cooked by the boiling rice soup below, and the taste of sweet wine also shrinks. Inside the fish, the outer layer of the fish is wrapped in a layer of rice soup.

In this way, when the rice is cooked, the rice soup outside will be absorbed and the delicious and hot fish meat will be revealed.

And because it is soaked in sweet wine, the fish will not age. On the contrary, when chewing, a faint sweet smell of sweet wine directly changes the fishy smell of the fish into a delicious taste.

"It's such an amazing ingenuity. The fish contains the fragrance of the rice, and the rice contains the deliciousness of the fish. It's both a dish and rice, in seconds." Fujiwara thought to himself, but there was some distress on his face, and then he regained his expression.

"Take another bite, maybe there is too much water in the rice." Fujiwara reluctantly took another bite of steamed rice.

"I heard that the more spines a fish has, the more delicious its meat will be. It's true." When he ate saury meat mixed with rice again, Fujiwara couldn't help but nod.

However, the rice he bit into next moment disappointed Fujiwara again. The rice was moderately soft and hard. There was even a feeling of rice juice in it when he bit into it, but it was very elastic. The fragrance of the rice itself and the deliciousness of the saury were simply indescribable. Can be picky.

He was about to nod, but in the middle of the nod, Fujiwara stopped again. He still remembered Yuan Zhou's arrogance and irrationality just now, so how could he praise others like this.

"Not bad." At this time, Chu Xiao had already calmly finished a whole bowl of saury steamed rice and said seriously.

"Yes." Yuan Zhou nodded matter-of-factly.

"I just smelled something fishy." Chu Xiao pointed to the pot lid he had just opened and said.

"So, the lid was opened towards me first." Yuan Zhou glanced at Chu Xiao before saying.

The people around him then remembered that when Yuan Zhou lifted the lid just now, he held the lid diagonally in his hand, with the gap facing him and the narrow opening facing the guests.

The fishy smell is more irritating, so when the fishy smell and fragrance come out together, people will definitely smell the fishy smell first, just like the fragrance and stink are mixed together. In the case of the same concentration, people will smell it first. Pungent odor.

When Yuanzhou does this, when the guests smell it, all the fragrance is released, and the fishy smell has been dissipated.

Chu Xiao only noticed it because he was standing in the same direction as Yuan Zhou.

When they first saw this scene, everyone hadn't noticed it yet, but they only remembered it now. Chinese food indeed needs to be delicious and delicious, but in order to be delicious, does it need to be so detailed in terms of details?

"I know, you are indeed worthy of becoming my old enemy!" Chu Xiao showed a confident smile.

Yuan Zhou didn't answer, and glanced at Chu Xiao with disgust. He was so old, and he was such an old enemy.

Fortunately, Chu Xiao didn't see the disgusted look in Yuan Zhou's eyes, otherwise there would have been another scene. On the other hand, Yuan Zhou waited patiently for the next person to order.

As for Oishi Xiujie, who looked intoxicated after eating, and Fujiwara, who had an unpredictable expression on his face, these two people were not within Yuan Zhou's consideration.

"Bah, bah, bah," Oishi Xiujie muttered as he ate, looking very unhappy.

But a bowl of saury steamed rice was only a small amount, and he finished it in a short time. He didn't wake up until he finished eating.

"I actually finished eating?" Oishi Xiujie looked at the celadon bowl that had reached the bottom without realizing it.

He frowned in dissatisfaction and began to think about the shortcomings of this meal.

Yes, it is a shortcoming. How could he tell Yuan Zhou the advantages? Naturally, he was thinking of the shortcomings.

"Baga, why not?" Oishi Xiujie used various judging criteria, even if he was very picky.

For example, there was a fishy smell, but he found that the saury steamed rice didn't even have a single flaw, not to mention the fishy smell. Oishi Xiujie was furious when he found out this fact.

With a "bang" sound, Oishi Xiujie put down the bowl directly. He wanted to answer like Yuan Zhou said at that time: Everything is good except that it is not delicious.

But looking at the bottomed bowl and Yuan Zhou's confident eyes, it was difficult to say this.

I don't have the confidence.

"How about it?" Yuan Zhou's voice was cold, as usual, neither mocking nor showing off.

But Oishi Xiujie heard the "pop" sound of being slapped in the face, and even subconsciously felt his face hurt.

After all, as he said before, Yuan Zhou's craftsmanship is only average, and he is definitely not good at cooking fish. Who would have thought that he would be defeated and surpassed by such a simple fish dish in all aspects from knife skills to presentation and taste.

"Mr. Fujiwara Iemoto didn't say anything. I just have limited knowledge." Hidetoshi Oishi is a dead duck who has a rotten flesh but not a rotten tongue.

"Please." Yuanzhou nodded and then motioned for Fujiwara to speak.

Dashi Xiujie was more positive than Yuan Zhou. He turned around and asked, "How is it? Is there anything wrong with this steamed rice? Please tell me."

Even though Oishi Hidetoshi was anxious, his tone when talking to Fujiwara was very respectful, but the expectation on his face was clearly visible.

Just waiting for Fujiwara to tell me what his shortcomings are, so that he can take revenge for the last exchange meeting in Japan.

"How is it?" Oishi Xiujie looked at Fujiwara expectantly.

"Humph." Fujiwara put down the bowl and spoon, turned around and prepared to leave.

"What's wrong with you?" Dashi Xiujie was a little confused for a moment. He didn't realize what was going on, so he subconsciously asked.

"You talk a lot." Fujiwara said this in Japanese before preparing to leave.

"Professor Fujiwara, what is your opinion?" Yuan Zhou spoke at this time.

Yuan Zhou's tone was light and steady, as if chatting, but sharply pointed. He obviously did not allow Fujiwara to leave easily after rudely despising his craftsmanship.

You must know that Yuan Zhou has heard the saying "the staff that breaks the hairpin". If the self-proclaimed senior wants to teach him a lesson, he must pay the price.

"No objection." Fujiwara turned his head and looked at Yuan Zhou intently for a while before speaking, his words clear.

Yuan Zhou asked: "No objection, is that your best evaluation?"

Fujiwara did not deny it. Anyone who knows him knows that failure to deny it is tantamount to acquiescence.

Seeing Fujiwara's livid face, although Yuan Zhou remained calm, he was secretly happy. He had never been too big-minded towards the islanders.

Yuan Zhou felt like a violent stick figure in his heart. He grabbed the doll's bunny ears and threw it to the ground. He shouted, "I'm going to let you pretend to be cool." Just pretend, you just pretend."

Fujiwara prepares to leave.

Just when everyone thought that this matter was over, Yuan Zhou suddenly thought of something.

"Then what do you think is perfect?" Yuanzhou asked again, as if Fujiwara's softness made him unfazed.

Fujiwara stopped as soon as he took a step. He really didn't want to say the word "perfect" in front of everyone, but in front of everyone, it was like being roasted on a fire. He sighed and said: "Perfect."

"Oh, okay." Yuan Zhou was not very happy, but instead sighed.

He suddenly thought that he was only an intermediate chef according to the system, so he didn't think that his dishes were really perfect. If this guy could say something, could he make progress without the system?

But Fujiwara rated it as perfect. It seemed that this saury steamed rice was beyond what Fujiwara's tongue could taste.

Therefore, Yuan Zhou sighed because he had no chance of progress. He was really sighing.

However, his behavior made the people around him quite uneasy. Whether it was the chef or the reporter, they all looked shocked and speechless.

"President Aso, it seems that the world is dominated by young people now. This little Yuan has only been cooking for three years, and he is still a young man. We are all old." Zhou Shijie was the first to come to his senses and said with a smile on his face.

"Haha." President Aso had nothing to say and could only smile, but he was cursing secretly in his heart. Damn it, doing well is a skill. Even Fujiwara Iemoto said that doing it perfectly is a great skill. But sigh! What's wrong with Ma? !

This is nothing to sigh about.

besides! Just sigh, why do you have to look so pity?

Of course, the most angry person was Fujiwara. He heard that sigh with his own ears and felt like someone had hit his chest with an invisible hammer. He walked away without eating any other food.

He was so angry that he was about to vomit blood, and Fujiwara did not want to come to China again to attend exchange meetings, especially exchange meetings with chef Yuan Zhou present.

"Why is Jiayuan so gentle? Is he really a good cook?"

"Is this Chinese chef really that good?"

"Si Guoyi, a talented chef."

The Japanese reporter looked at Yuan Zhou with surprise, confusion, and some disbelief.

After all, Fujiwara Iemoto's prowess was built up with the blood and tears of other chefs. In the chef world, there were many who were scolded by him and changed careers. This shows his poisonous tongue and harshness.

"President Aso, do you want to try this little Yuan's craftsmanship?" Zhou Shijie simply seized the opportunity and wanted to show off again.

"No, they are the ones here to communicate. Let's just take a look." President Aso decisively refused.

"Haha, yes, that's alright, let's go look elsewhere. There's nothing interesting to see here. After all, Professor Fujiwara has resigned himself to defeat." Zhou Shijie laughed, turned around and started walking away.

"It's rare to see Iamoto appreciate someone so much." President Aso tried hard to regain his face.

"Hehe." This time it was Zhou Shijie's turn.

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