When the waiter heard Sister Lan say that she had tried this dish, her face suddenly became a little confused, but then quickly became embarrassed - after all, the people who can come to this store are not ordinary ordinary people. The service tenet of their store
, and also enthusiastically meet the needs of every customer, and will naturally remember those distinguished guests who have come to our door.
But it happened that not only this waiter, but even the receptionists in the entire restaurant had no impression of Sister Lan, so they asked the question just now - mistaking a customer who had been here before for an inexperienced one.
Being a new customer is a rude behavior for a high-end restaurant of this level, but the amazing thing is that Sister Lan didn't seem to feel offended.
"The twelve so-called sauces on the plate are actually processed through molecular gastronomy technology, extracting the essence of various fresh vegetables, fish, meat, shrimps, crabs, fruits and dairy products, and using different suitable bases.
The molecular mud seasoning mousse can be presented as a dish in itself.”
Sister Lan carefully rolled up a piece of spaghetti with a fork and introduced it to Tian Selection: "However, with the low-temperature proofing, molecular sieve filtered flour, and tanned egg yolk, the spaghetti is kneaded.
Then it will add another extremely unusual flavor, and it can even be the protagonist of a banquet."
"...It's just a bowl of noodles with different sauces." Zhang Ke felt that what the other party said was so mysterious, but when he thought about it carefully, it didn't seem to be anything too special.
"I suggest you try the noodles one by one, because as you can see, this kind of pasta is very tough, and it naturally kneads into overlapping rings like springs or mosquito coils. The purpose of kneading the dough in this way is
The purpose is to increase the contact area between the noodle per unit length and the mousse, so that more sauce can be hung on it."
Sister Lan immersed a "ring" on the noodles into the reddish-brown sauce. After it was completely stained with the layer of mellow deep red mousse, Sister Lan put it to her mouth and took a bite.
"Hmm... This is a mousse with the flavor of Beef Braised in Bolianggen red wine. Part of the fiber and snowflakes of the A5 beef are still in the mousse, so it tastes very satisfying."
After she said this, she dipped the next noodle ring into the orange-yellow sauce: "This time it's the Japanese-style mirin pumpkin flavor mousse. The sweet and glutinous texture paired with the pasta is quite strange.
.”
Just like this, even though it was just a piece of spaghetti, she dipped it in six or seven kinds of mousse according to the number of rings it naturally curled into before finishing it.
Seeing that Zhang Ke had been sitting next to him with no intention of moving his cross, Sister Lan seemed to remind him, and then said with a hint:
"Of course, if you think it's too troublesome to change the mousse after eating one ring, you can also use the same sauce for the entire noodle. But I like to experience freshness, and the mousse sauce on the noodles tastes different.
Every part of the world, just like every same day, can bring different new experiences..."
Before Sister Lan finished speaking, Zhang Ke suddenly felt like a lightning flash in his head, his body trembled slightly, and he raised his head in disbelief, looking at the curled noodles in Sister Lan's hand.
[Same day, different experiences] The key words in her words just now are obviously metaphors for her current situation!
...Is that really just a coincidence? Or is it because you are too involved in your own thoughts, so you think too much?
"The rolled-up rings actually belong to different parts of the same noodle. It's just because they are artificially rolled into a curled shape that it tastes like a continuous cycle - but
In fact, it is still consuming this noodle in one direction."
After swallowing the last ring of mousse on the spaghetti, Sister Lan put down her fork reluctantly, seeming to be still savoring the taste.
However, the emotion she expressed made Zhang Kefa stunned for a long time. He vaguely realized that the other party must have something in his words, but it seemed that for some reason, he could only express it to himself through this ambiguous metaphor, but could not express it directly.
Chest.
If you compare that spaghetti full of rings to the fate you have experienced, then the same day that keeps repeating itself, and the time that runs in one direction, are both relatively easy to understand metaphors.
But - just like a chef deliberately kneading the slender body into a spiral ring, the time he has experienced has turned him into what he is today. What was the original inducement?
Zhang Ke had thought about this problem a long time ago, but because there were too few clues to refer to at the time, he was unable to go deeper. He even classified it as a special opportunity given to him by God.
But after listening to Sister Lan's metaphor, he vaguely felt that perhaps hidden behind the ever-changing cycle of time and space, there stood a chef who kneaded time like noodles, looking at his futile efforts with mocking eyes.
struggle.
To further infer, maybe what caused all this was the behavior of a certain person or some group organization - although Zhang Ke never thought that human beings can really manipulate time in the past, but now if someone tells him, he really created
He didn't feel strange about a machine that could connect time end to end to form a closed loop.
"Why don't you eat it?" Sister Lan saw that although Zhang Ke rolled up a noodle thoughtfully, he neither wanted to dip it in the sauce nor swallowed it directly, so she said, "If you don't like more noodles,
To change the taste, you can also try to dip a whole noodle with the same mousse. That way you will notice that even if the same taste is constantly circulated, there will be subtle differences in shades due to uneven application and other random factors.
Variety."
"Are you implying something with this sentence?" Zhang Ke blurted out almost immediately.
"What? What are you implying?" Sister Lan looked at Zhang Ke with an inexplicable expression. After a moment, she suddenly raised the corner of her mouth and showed a rare smile, "Is it because of this dish and my casual words?
Did it help you figure out some other problems? Then I'm happy for you - eat it quickly, although the mousse is cold, but the noodles will not taste right when they are cold. "
It could be seen that Sister Lan was definitely a little concerned about him, but by this time Zhang Ke also gradually realized that no matter how much Sister Lan knew about the reincarnation of time and space, at least she was not completely aloof from it.
But there must be some factors, some special reasons, that make her absolutely unable to admit the matter in person, let alone talk to herself directly. She can only convey some metaphorical information through specious information.
Zhang Ke originally doubted whether he was thinking too much, but Sister Lan had just used time and cycles to compare it several times. Although he had not yet fully understood the metaphor, he had a general understanding in his mind.
It seems that this meal is indeed more than just a simple meal. Apart from this suggestive plate of pasta, are there many details hidden in it that I have not noticed before?