Chapter 339 (2/2)

“If I knew it was like this earlier, I wouldn’t have ordered this dish,” Su Mu said unwillingly.

“Let’s eat right now. We have to go back in a while.” Su Yuesheng was at her wits’ end while dealing with this occasionally childish brother.

“Tsk.” There was full of dislike in the tone of Su Mu.

Only when he saw Su Yuesheng eat first did he start to eat it, too.

Su Mu enjoyed eating the meatballs along with the cranberry sauce.

After all, sweetness and sourness was a good match.

After the meatball was dipped into the sauce, however, Su Mu began to dislike it while looking at it.

“What’s this?” Staring at the meatballs between his chopsticks, Su Mu found it hard to eat it.

“What’s the matter, brother?” Seeing Su Mu not swallow it for long, Su Yuesheng asked with puzzlement.

“Do you think it is delicious?” Su Mu compared his meatballs with his sister’s and asked carefully.

“Not too bad. It’s like the creamy version of Lion’s Head.” Su Yuesheng didn’t like the sauce. She usually ate it directly.

“Lion’s Head? Then it’s not too bad.” Su Mu was then relieved.

A good serving of the authentic Swedish Meatball was surprisingly described by then as the Lion’s Head. If Li Li knew that, what would he think?

If he knew that, he would probably be fatally depressed.

“What are you holding it for? Hurry up.” Su Yuesheng said smilingly. She had a pair of beautiful eyes that were almost same to his brother.

“I think I might as well eat the steak.” Su Mu set down the meatball on the plate and suddenly said seriously.

“Don’t laugh. I don’t want to eat it, really. You can try the taste by yourself.” Su Mu had already recognized that Su Yuesheng was laughing at himself.

He was quite familiar with his own sister.

“I like eating it this way.” Su Yuesheng snickered and then said solemnly.

“I miss Boss Yuan’s obsessive-compulsive disorder. I believe only Boss Yuan makes allowances for the customers. He’s a nice man.” Su Mu suddenly said.

“Indeed.” Looking at the abandoned meatball, Su Yuesheng said with deep feeling.

“Not until now do I understand the care and thoughts of Boss Yuan.” Su Mu supported his head with one hand and leaned to the side.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t eat it, too.” Su Yuesheng looked at the meatball covered with the cranberry sauce and said firmly.

It appeared as if the two of them were making puzzling remarks, all about praising Yuan Zhou.

Actually, this matter was fairly easy to understand.

Originally, Su Mu felt the Swedish Meatball prepared by Yuan Zhou was totally flashy with substance like magic.

Of course, the taste was still the top-grade. No matter it was eaten alone or along with the fruit sauce, the meatball was always the best delicacy.

But there was still one point worth mentioning. Even if he didn’t like the sauce, the remaining sauce wouldn’t be wasted at all.

After all, some people didn’t even know how to make it.

The difference of the meatballs today came from the dipping sauce.

Cranberry sauce and Swedish Meatballs were the standard match. People usually dipped the meatballs into the sauce and then ate it like that. The meatball itself had hot grease on the surface, along with the cherry red color, it was simply very ugly and made people lose all appetite.

In Yuan Zhou’s hands, contrarily, the sauce was made like the film that could wrap the meatball. It looked charming and beautiful and furthermore, it greatly aroused the appetite of others.

“If we haven’t eaten Boss Yuan’s meatball before, I won’t feel anything wrong. But now with the sticky layer of redness after dipping, I almost choked,” Su Mu said with an exaggerated tone.

“It’s indeed difficult to bear.” Su Yuesheng nodded his head.

“This head chef isn’t considerate at all to his customers.” Su Mu looked at the barely touched meatball in sight and then said discontentedly.

“Perhaps, you can ask them about that, brother.” Su Yuesheng suggested.

“Yes. Why not?” Su Mu nodded the head and summoned the waitress.

“Do you have the sauce alike to film?” Su Mu asked earnestly.

“Sorry, sir. We don’t have such a sauce.” The waitress was a little surprised. What was a film-like sauce? She totally didn’t understand, but still, she answered dutifully.

It was unknown whether or not she had taken this beautiful man to be mentally disabled.

Of color, fragrance, and taste, even the primary element, color, was not as good as the meatball cooked by Yuan Zhou. Li Li failed in that aspect!