"Isn't it delicious?" Yu Jian's heart was in her throat. She stared at Yang Jian's new products for a long time without saying a word, and was instantly discouraged.
Sure enough, it still doesn't work.
She had studied cooking for two lifetimes, but she didn't expect that she would fall in love with Western food.
She leaned silently against the freezer behind her, holding her hands on the ice countertop and turning blue and purple without even noticing.
Yang Jianxin was snoring while holding the noodles and sweating on his forehead. Because he was too immersed in eating, he didn't pay much attention to Yu Jian's condition. He burped with satisfaction before putting down the plate in his hand. It was a pity that there was still something left on the plate.
Add a little chili oil.
Then he turned to look at Yu Jian, shocked, and quickly pulled her away: "Little boss, your hands are frozen!"
Only then did Yu Jian come back to her senses. She followed his gaze and glanced at her hand. She felt that it didn't even belong to her, and she didn't have much consciousness.
Yang Jianxin quickly adjusted the warm water to warm her up. As the hot and cold alternated, the blood gradually flowed to the nerve endings, and Yu Jian moved her fingers.
"Little boss, although your oily spicy lasagna looks like a dark dish, it tastes amazing. I felt like I was on the Loess Plateau for a second. The heat of the spicy pepper and the softness of the cheese are perfectly blended.
Together..." Yang Jianxin stood aside and danced, trying to describe the exciting taste.
Yu Jian turned around, with confusion in her eyes. What was he talking about? She understood every word, but she didn't understand them all together.
Does he mean that the noodles are delicious?
Yang Jianxin accidentally met her eyes and was stunned, "What's wrong?"
"You mean, the spicy noodles I made are delicious?" Yu Jian asked.
Yang Jianxin laughed and touched the back of his head: "Yes, the taste is a bit strange, but it is surprisingly delicious!"
Yu Jian's tense shoulders slowly relaxed.
His eyebrows and eyes were curved again and again, and his whole person showed a hint of joy.
Today's staff meal at Lantingxuan, in addition to the dishes that have already been on the menu, everyone also has an extra plate of spicy wide noodles.
Everyone looked at each other in shock, holding their forks and not daring to move.
Xiao Lin didn't eat breakfast and was already ravenous. He glanced around suspiciously and dug into the noodles with the fork in his hand, "Why don't you eat?"
Aren’t they all clamoring to eat the dishes cooked by the little boss? How cowardly are they if they don’t do anything when they are all put in front of them?
The lady at the front desk smiled dryly: "You eat your food and leave us alone."
Cut ~
Xiao Lin rolled his eyes at him and took a bite of noodles.
"Ahem -" Xiao Lin picked up the water glass at hand and took a sip, "It's so spicy."
But the fork in his hand resolutely inserted into the noodles again, rolled up a lump, held it in his hand, and put it into his mouth, his cheeks bulging high, and he chewed with squinted eyes.
"What are you looking at me for? You guys are too bad!" The glances from all around made him feel uncomfortable, so he moved the plate.
The lady at the front desk came over and asked, "Is it delicious?"
Xiao Lin nodded desperately, his mouth full of food and he had no room to answer.
Everyone felt relieved now, greeted each other and started eating together.
"Wow... this tastes so special!" The girl at the front desk's eyes lit up. She came to work in a Western restaurant because she really likes Western food and has eaten a lot. This is the first time she has tasted this kind of food.
How should I put it? It feels like a mahogany table in an antique pavilion is covered with a white tablecloth, graceful fragrance is lit, and there are romantic candlesticks.
What a perfect combination of Chinese and Western elements, but not inconsistent at all.
Yu Jian held her chin and smiled broadly, "Can we order the menu?"
"Absolutely!"
Yu Jian was so proud that she glanced at Yang Jianxin, who ran away quickly with his tail between his legs.
How hard I laughed at the beginning is how fast I get slapped in the face now.
The little boss is his little boss. How can a mortal like him secretly laugh at a god-like figure?
Yang Jianxin was really impressed with his admiration, but Yu Jian was the only one who looked up.
…
#Do you want to feel the pleasure of chili, the richness of cheese, and the delicacy of pappardelle? Spicy cheese pappardelle, an unusual Italian noodle, come and taste it!#
Late one night, the diners at Lantingxuan suddenly received a graphic message from a public account. When they clicked on it out of curiosity, they were overjoyed.
[At first glance, it seems that it is produced by the little boss, it is spicy, hahaha, only the little boss can think of it.]
[Yes, this sign is too obvious. Do you want to try it? 】
[This...can't be delicious? Spicy peppers and cheese, no matter how you look at them, they are completely unrelated things.]
[Who knows? The little boss can’t cheat us, right? 】
So, after a heated discussion, Lan Ting Xuan ushered in the latest wave of ordering climax since Chef Tang left, and there was a long queue at the door.
Xiao Lin was still greeting guests at the door, looking at the familiar old faces, the dimples on his face sunk deeply.
Shen Tang was one of the first people to join in the fun. But she didn't come to cheer, she came to cause trouble.
She has studied abroad for many years. Although her mind is open-minded, she is still very strict when it comes to food. The essential differences between Chinese food and Western food have solidified her understanding that the two cannot be perfectly combined.
"Sister Tang, you're here!" Xiao Lin handed her a glass of warm water to warm her hands, "It's really cold today."
Shen Tang was very familiar with him and did not beat around the bush. He pulled him and asked, "Is it true that Chef Tang is not coming back?"
"How could I know this?"
"Then it's really that little boss next door who is the chef at Lantingxuan now?" Shen Tang rolled his eyes and glanced at the ribbon in front of Yu's restaurant.
Xiao Lin: "Yes, the little boss is very nice and the food he makes is delicious. By the way, Sister Tang, are you here to eat spicy cheese lasagna too?"
Shen Tang nodded: "I have to come and check things for you, right?"
After unanimous discussion among all the staff, the spiciness of the spicy wide noodles was slightly reduced. Yang Jianxin also used his professional Western food skills to guide Yu Jian in adjusting the presentation.
What is now presented to the public is no longer the rough appearance it was at the beginning. It has a perfect ratio of red, yellow, and green colors, mixed with an unknown special aroma. As soon as it is served, it will whet your appetite.
Shen Tang's eyes were unclear, but he felt that the color and flavor of the pasta in front of him were not much inferior to those made by Chef Tang. The three colors in the plate were bright, and from a distance it looked like a landscape painting painted by a master.
She was in a daze, and the deep-rooted thoughts in her mind suddenly wavered.
When you take a bite, the feeling becomes even more intense. The reduced spiciness of the spicy oil retains the aroma of the pepper, and the entrance is soft and spicy. The salty cheese melts in it and wraps the noodles, which makes the aroma even more intense.
With the profound meaning of mountains and mountains, it progresses layer by layer, and finally becomes dense and dense.
Taking one bite after another, Shen Tang felt that each bite was a different experience, which made her eyes suddenly open and enter a new world——