After a while, the prelude to the main course and the side dishes appeared.
“Spanish seafood fried rice!”
The plate is filled with all kinds of seafood that have been shelled. You can smell the fresh sea breeze without leaning over. Qin Fangyuan nodded with satisfaction: Finally, we have hard vegetables!
Looking at the seafood on the plate, Qin Fangyuan quickly frowned: How cool would it be to use chopsticks for this thing?
As for the spoon...
Qin Fangyuan glanced at his daughter and nephew opposite who were already feasting, and smiled.
I'll make do with it!
But when Qin Fangyuan was about to pick up the chopsticks, he found that his precious daughter sitting opposite him seemed a little abnormal, like...
Lost your mind?
"Ruoshu?"
Comrade Lao Qin's voice brought Qin Ruoshu back to reality.
"Dad, is something wrong?"
"It's okay, if it's delicious, just eat more!"
Qin Ruoshu nodded, then leaned back slightly and carefully looked at the seafood fried rice in front of him. After a long time, he continued to move the spoon.
It must have been an illusion just now, it must have just been a scene that I imagined based on the name?!
After the side dishes, comes the main meal, which is also a well-deserved hard dish.
“Beef Wellington!”
“Tomahawk Steak!”
“Foie gras and truffles with steak!”
The name of the three-course steak is very famous, but the portion is not very large, only two or three bites. This makes Liu Chuang very busy, watching over the guests after they finish eating, and he has to go to the next one immediately.
"Brother, this Wellington steak..."
"This guest, Steak Wellington has nothing to do with the capital of New Zealand. This dish was modified by the Duke of Wellington from the country of Portugal based on the steak from Gaul..."
"Fu national dish?" Qin Fangyuan had an idea, "The tomahawk steak is the American dish, and the foie gras and truffle steak are Gallic?"
Liu Chuang smiled and nodded, placed the plate with tomahawk steak in front of Qin Fangyuan, and took away the empty plate...
It turns out to be the flavor of the rotten country!
Qin Ruoshu's ears suddenly heard the Scottish bagpipes, and the melodious music stirred up ripples on the Thames River.
The fog was so thick that it could not be dissolved, bringing with it the aroma of wheat in the farms on the outskirts of the city. It seemed that the cows were faintly mooing, mixed with the faint sound of chickens... p>
Further away, there are hills shrouded in clouds and mist, with evergreen pines and cypresses, and various mushrooms under the forest, enjoying the natural shower freely...
After savoring the customs of China, Qin Ruoshu reluctantly handed the plate out and took the relatively bold tomahawk steak. Compared with the country-style Wellington steak, the tomahawk steak has a completely different flavor.
The arrogant buttery milk aroma, mixed with the chaotic greasiness of black pepper, and dots of rosemary add a little bit of decadence to the steak, and the aroma of wine that has been integrated into the juice makes this steak unique.
Even more chaotic...
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Thinking of this, Qin Ruoshu turned back and glanced in the direction of the kitchen, with an inexplicable surprise flashing in her eyes.
Is this the American country in Zhou Yan’s impression?
Why don’t I find the sourness I should have in these flavors?
Although she didn't like the strong decadent smell of tomahawk steak, it didn't mean that Qin Ruoshu didn't like this dish. On the contrary, she was a little bit happy in her heart: after graduating from high school, the coquettish bitch from a friend of her father's had...
Studying in the United States...
The last main course, foie gras and truffles with steak.
Those pieces covering the top are probably truffles, right?
Gently pick up the fork and put it in your mouth. A strong scent of rosin comes to you. Close your eyes and find yourself in the tall pine and oak forest, with the sea breeze and the chirping of birds... p>
After eating the truffle, the alluring aroma of a thick fog penetrates the heart and spleen, and is dense in the mouth. When it meets the tip of the tongue, thousands of particles are instantly released, stirring the taste buds passionately and persistently.
This feeling...
Qin Ruoshu, who had not had any experience in love, suddenly turned red when she thought of the scene that was not suitable for children...
After the main course, there is a refreshing vegetable salad, which not only relieves tiredness, but also soothes the taste buds that are agitated by meat.
Finally, there’s dessert.
Qin Fangyuan also didn't expect that Zhou Yan would be able to fool around with the last dessert: Can't you make one portion of those colorful biscuits? You have to have four plates to get them all?
"Daughter, this is for you!"
Seeing his little cotton-padded jacket staring eagerly at the macaron on his plate, Qin Fangyuan had to give up the idea of tasting these charming little bitches and pushed the plate in front of his daughter.
When Qin Fangyuan's wife saw this, she could only follow suit and pushed the plate forward with a wry smile...
At this moment, the store manager Wang Han came to the table with a smile: "Beauty, if you like, there are many more in the kitchen..."
Zhou Yan, who was busy in the kitchen, did not expect that the macarons he left to reward the employees would be scattered by his partner with just one word.
"Really?"
The surprise on Qin Ruoshu's face was beyond words.
"Wait a minute, I'll get it for you!"
Wang Han rushed into the kitchen in a hurry, startling Zhou Yan who was setting the dishes.
"Boss, what are you doing?"
"Where are those macarons left after serving?" As he spoke, Wang Han's eyes searched around the kitchen for those colorful little bitches.
“Let’s talk about it after get off work!”
"You..." Wang Han rolled his eyes at Zhou Yan, "I see that your female classmate likes macarons very much, so you can't..."
"She is not my type!" Zhou Yan rolled his eyes to each other, "Boss, we have paid enough today!"
"Then we won't miss those cookies! Oh, just in time..." Wang Han looked back at Liu Chuang, who was walking to the kitchen, "Brother Chuang, where did your master put the macarons?"
"In the freezer!"
As soon as Liu Chuang finished speaking, he was attacked by the whites of Zhou Yan's eyes.
"Master, did I say something wrong?"
Wang Han excitedly rushed to the freezer and opened the sliding door: "You're right, it's your master who doesn't understand the style!"
Liu Chuang, an adult who is one year younger than Zhou Yan, was confused: "Who should I listen to?"
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Zhou Yan angrily thrust the plate into Liu Chuang's hand: "Serve!"
"Found it, it's well hidden!" Wang Han looked like a general returning from victory, shaking the colorful packaging box with macarons in his hand, "Zhou Yan, I really didn't expect that you still have this flower."
Intestines?"
"As for that," Zhou Yan rolled his eyes weakly, "This is a closing gift prepared for you. When the time comes, don't blame me, it's you..."
Wang Han was defeated instantly: "Boss, I've convinced you..."
"Oh, and..." Zhou Yan scooped a ladle of water into the pot and rinsed the pot, "In a moment, I will leave the task of killing a knife to you, I still have to cook!"
"Know!"
"All the money you gain will be included in your bonus this month..."
"Got it!"
Zhou Yan's idea was quite beautiful, but the final task of killing him came back to him: after dinner, Qin Fangyuan did not leave in a hurry, but waited until the store closed.
Zhou Yan could only bite the bullet and walked out of the kitchen, forcing out a smile: "Uncle Qin, it's so late, you're still waiting!"
Qin Fangyuan was happy: "Don't I still want to see Chef Zhou who is knowledgeable in everything?"
"Excellent!"
Seeing Qin Fangyuan's attitude, Zhou Yan didn't plan to leave for a while, so he had to ask Liu Chuang to make a pot of black tea...
"Xiao Zhou, where did you learn this skill?"
"My uncle is a chef, so he is influenced by what he hears and sees. In addition, I am a glutton, so I often search for recipes online..."
"Oh, it can be regarded as the origin of family education," Qin Fangyuan nodded thoughtfully, "Oh, I also forgot to ask one thing, which university did you go to..."
