Chapter 712 - Faultless (1/2)

In truth, the Twice Cooked Pork was a dish that many people no longer liked to eat nowadays. The reason for that was a simple one — it was getting too greasy nowadays.

The ordinary folk would rather not eat it. And even if they ate it, they would have the altered version that was had less fat.

Chomp. Chomp. Chomp. Big Steamed Bun was happily chewing on the pork.

The piece of meat in his mouth had none of the greasy problem. When Big Steamed Bun chewed on it, he could feel the crispness on the surface of the meat. Next, he felt the tender fat. However, the grease within the fat was almost instantaneously turned into an aromatic flavor. Before he could feel any greasiness, the flavor of the chili rushed out.

The combination of the spiciness, the crispiness on the surface of the meat, the springiness when chewing on the meat, and the tenderness of the fat combined and weaved a perfect flavor in his mouth.

“Delicious. Too delicious,” Big Steamed Bun couldn’t help himself and praise while eating.

After trying the Twice Cooked Pork, Big Steamed Bun set his eyes on the Yuxiang Shredded Pork.

The moment the meat of this dish entered his mouth, a perfectly balanced taste of sweet and sour caused Big Steamed Bun to lost control and started eating without a stop again. For a moment, both he and Qin Xiaoyi did nothing but eat, their chopsticks flickering everywhere on the table.

“Holy sh*t, even their white rice is so nice,” Big Steamed Bun couldn’t help but curse.

Only when the dishes were finished and not a single grain of rice was left did Big Steamed Bun regain his mind. When he recalled what he did, he stared at the empty plates of Yuxiang Shredded Pork and Twice Cooked Pork in stupefaction.

Actually, before they arrived, Big Steamed Bun already prepared a backup plan. If he had no choice, he would simply stand his ground and refuse to acknowledge that the food was good.

It was as the saying went: There was no true number one in both the literature and martial pursuits. Even if the food at this restaurant was slightly better than what he cooked, so what? He would still claim that the restaurant wasn’t serving orthodox Chengdu School’s Sichuan Cuisines dishes.

Being delicious did not necessarily mean that the food was cooked in an orthodox style. That was why Big Steamed Bun had arrived with no fear. But after he ate both dishes, his mind went through a complete shift.

The two dishes were not slightly better than what he cooked. Rather, the difference between the dishes here and the dishes he cooked was the difference between a bicycle and a spacecraft. They were in two completely different worlds.

The excuses Big Steamed Bun had prepared were stuck in his throat as he couldn’t bring himself to say them. Alas, it would seem like Big Steamed Bun still lacked societal experience and was not shameless enough.

If he was as shameless as Jiang Changxi or Wu Hai, it would be a different story.

“How is it? Is this Yuxiang Shredded Pork orthodox? The boss used winter bamboo shoots, carrots, and black fungus in it,” Qin Xiaoyi started turning smug, “Do you have any questions? We can call the boss over if you have any.”

“Since when did a Master Chef like this appear among the Chengdu School’s Sichuan Cuisines chefs?” Big Steamed Bun stared straight at Yuan Zhou and started studying his face.

He was way too young and did not look like a Master Chef at all.

Why had this happened?

Big Steamed Bun felt bitter inwardly. In all honesty, he had no idea why this Master Chef was hiding himself at this remote location, in this small restaurant that did not even have a sign.

‘It’s fine if you like hiding yourself. But why did you open such a crude restaurant? This is totally unreasonable.’

“How much?” Big Steamed Bun finally asked with a straight face after calming the waves in his heart.

“A total of 1784 RMB,” Qin Xiaoyi revealed the price without blinking his eyes.

Big Steamed Bun reached for his wallet instinctively and his brain only reacted when his wallet was already out. He abruptly stared at Qin Xiaoyi and asked, “How much?”

“A total of 1784 RMB,” Qin Xiaoyi said one word at a time. The plain white rice from the 100 Styles of Rice Cuisine was 90 RMB per bowl. They had ordered two bowls that added to 196 RMB. The Braised Pork with Soy Sauce was 566 RMB, the Yuxiang Shredded Pork was 556 RMB, and the White Oil Tofu was 466 RMB.

Big Steamed Bun cried out, ” Are you trying to rob me? Over 1,700 per meal?”

Right this moment, Wu Hai and Master Cheng arrived from the other side. When it came to cooking, Master Cheng was of the opinion that the pinnacle of cooking was to return to the roots, to create fine delicacies with ordinary ingredients.

As for Wu Hai, he believed that if a chef that had reached the pinnacle and was capable of cooking fine delicacies with ordinary ingredients used the best ingredients, wouldn’t the final product be even better? Otherwise, what’s the point for those best ingredients to exist?

They were arguing endlessly. Big Steamed Bun did not hear exactly what they had said, but he could hear one thing: Compass and Master Yuan.