"Don't let me down, but I heard that Yuan Bo has never been disappointed in cooking." Huang Fei thought about the highest evaluation of Yuanzhou cooking in the past three years, and thought about it.

Of course, Huang Fei also tasted this bowl of soy milk according to the highest requirements.

Soymilk will only end up to the tip of the nose, Huang Fei feels a touch of coolness, although the temperature in the store is appropriate, but as an adult man in his prime, he is still very afraid of heat.

After all, standing in the queue for so long, I still feel a little sweaty, but this faint coolness lingers around the nose makes Huang Fei feel a bit cool.

Because it is ice soy milk, even if the soy milk is in front of the eyes, the taste is very light, not as good as the steaming fritters on the side.

However, Huang Fei did not manage it and feed it straight into the mouth. In a moment, there was a feeling of dampness in the hot weather that drunk the bowl of sour plum soup from the mouth to the throat.

Then, after the throat, the soymilk became warm, and a very rich bean scent burst from the throat to the mouth.

"Hey." Huang Fei couldn't help but close his mouth. The aroma rushed into the tip of his nose, and the mouth was full of mellow and smooth, and the cold taste, several flavors appeared together in his mind, people could not help but sigh.

"Good to drink." Huang Fei involuntarily swallowed the bean paste.

Then Huang Fei couldn't take a taste of it, just wanted to appreciate the taste of this soy milk again, and couldn't wait to take another sip.

This soy milk yellow fly tastes a little slower, this time tasted more flavor, the first taste of soy milk is a lingering taste, followed by a thick and smooth texture, then the slight bean aroma slowly rises in the mouth, then Ingested into the throat, where the temperature is higher, soy milk is warmed, and the scent of the beans begins to erupt with a natural and fresh taste.

Huang Fei habitually licked his mouth and left the scent in his mouth, but the scent of the seven scent rushed into the tip of the nose, giving people a more intuitive feeling of the scent.

"Sweet and smooth, but because of the relationship between ice and not leaking, until the mouth is bursting out, it is amazing." Huang Fei's evaluation attracted Wang Qiang on the side.

"Oh? Ice is so delicious?" Wang Qiangmei licked the hot soy milk with a suitable temperature, curiously asked.

"Very good, it’s the one I have listened to for three years." Huang Fei praised it without hesitation.

In three years, Yuanzhou was a "children of other people's family" for Huang Fei. In this case, he still conquered Huang Fei's taste buds.

"That is, you also taste this hot soy milk, this taste is really beautiful to the heart." Wang Qiang quickly sells.

"When I finish the ice, I drink hot." Huang Feidao.

"What about the fritters, don't you have soy milk?" Wang Qiang was older, pointing to the golden fritters.

"Wait me, I will take another drink, the last bite." Wang Qiang looked at the golden fritters and then looked at the ice soy milk he had just drunk, struggling for a moment. Finally, the idea of ​​eating more took the upper hand and nodded.

"I want to lick the fritters." Wang Qiang restrained the soymilk again, then reached out and picked up the fritters.

Yuanzhou's breakfast of soy milk fritters is a set meal, a bowl of soy milk and two fritters, there are two fritters, which is as big as the outside.

The length of the chopsticks is seven centimeters wide, or the same can be divided into two heels from the middle. The golden fritters that are fried in the hand are crispy and crispy, and you can hear the snoring.

“咔嚓” Wang Qiang directly put the fritters into two sections by hand, and the crisp fritters were instantly disconnected, revealing the fluffy inner inside.

The inside of the fritters is hollow, the white dough is fried and the honeycomb eyes are blown up, and the oily aroma of the scent of wheat and the aroma of the flour goes straight from the broken place to the tip of Wang’s nose.

"Yu really fragrant, smelling like the feeling of eating when I was young." Wang Qiang's eyes wide open and he couldn't wait to take a bite.

"Oh." The outer layer sends a crispy sound that breaks directly, followed by a white, soft, honeycomb-like dough.

Because it is directly exposed to high-temperature hot oil, it tastes full of oil and flavor, and it also has a feeling of coke, while the inside does not, it tastes with a natural wheat aroma, and the two tastes are extremely wonderful.

"It's delicious, soft and crisp, and it's better than the fritters I used to be when I was a child." Wang Qiang had finished eating half of the fritters for a while.

When the habitual handkerchief was ready to wipe the hand, Wang Qiang paused.

Wang Qiang has a large finger joint and a large number of wounds and old hands on the palm of his hand. In general, the hands are not good-looking, but it is a chef's hand.

But now Wang Qiang is staring at his hand and is slightly in a daze.

"What happened to Wang Chu?" Huang Fei, who just finished the last bit of iced milk, noticed his concern about the abnormality.

"I know that your boy is very proud of his heart. He is also very confident in his cooking skills." Wang Qiang did not answer immediately, but turned to the road.

"Of course." Huang Fei said proudly.

However, this proud eye could not help but add a sentence after touching the soy milk fritter in front of him: "But it is not included in the chef of Yuan."

"I just want to ask you if you can finish the fried dough sticks and do not drink oil on your hands?" Wang Qiang ignored his last sentence and asked straight.

"What?" Huang Fei asked subconsciously.

"You see that I have nothing in my hand." Wang Qiang extended his hand and said with a fritter.

"This is impossible." Huang Fei's reflective shaking head, from common sense to logic, is unscientific.

"You will know if you try it yourself." Wang Qiang did not forcefully explain, but know that others would tell him that he would not believe it, unless he saw it as he is now.

"If it is true, this is really amazing." Huang Fei brows and wrinkles, listening to Wang Qiang's words very seriously.

"It's amazing." Wang Qiang nodded.

"Don't you don't understand me, maybe you don't know Wang Kitchen, maybe you don't know, but I have heard that the top chefs can do the fried rice oil, the fried oil is not sticky, but it is not a legend. "Yan Fei stared at the golden fritters on the table and couldn't help but swallow."

Don't misunderstand, Huang Fei is not awkward, but shocked. Well, it is a bit embarrassing to smell such a fragrance, but that doesn't matter.

"What legend? I don't even know this legend." Wang Qiang couldn't help but sigh. For the first time, I felt that my consultation was a little behind.

"I also listened to my father." Huang Fei continued: "It is said hundreds of years ago, there is a rich man who spent a good price and invited a legendary chef to make a breakfast for him. There is a The unsweetened fruit of the oil is delicious. It is said to be delicious."

"So your family has a record?" Wang Qiang asked curiously.

"Of course... No, it’s said that it’s a legend. After the bombing, the oil doesn’t touch the hand. I really don’t even think about it.” Huang Fei shook his head and talked and gasped.

"Do more to say no benefit, you will know when you take it up." Wang Qiang said.

"Well, I will." Huang Fei took out his handkerchief and solemnly wiped it three times in his hand before picking up the fritters.

In fact, it can be seen here that food critics and chefs, when they eat the food made by Yuanzhou, are different from ordinary diners.

Ordinary diners are "difficult to eat", "good", "good to eat", "this is the taste of Yuan boss."

I don't think about it, "how is this possible?" or "what kind of skill, or means, is used in this dish."

Of course, they all eat a mouth. These two methods of eating are not high or low. They just say that Yuanzhou’s food is able to withstand the temper and straightforward.

"It's really crisp, I'm afraid I'm so crumbling." Huang Fei couldn't help it.

"No, you will understand when you finish eating." Wang Qiang shook his head.

"I will try this." After Huang Fei once again raised Yuanzhou's cooking skills to a higher level, this opened the fritters.

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