Chapter 1608 (2/2)

Wang Qiang holds a knife all year round, with thick knuckles in his fingers and many wounds and calluses on his hands. Generally speaking, these hands are not good-looking, but they are the hands of a cook.

But now Wang Qiang stared at his hand and was in a daze.

”Chef Wang, what's the matter with you?” Huang Fei, who had just finished his last mouthful of iced soybean milk, noticed his strange appearance and asked with concern.

”I know you're very proud. You're usually confident in your cooking, aren't you?” Wang Qiang didn't answer immediately, but turned around.

”Of course.” Huang Fei said proudly.

However, the arrogant eyes could not help adding: ”but not in front of chef yuan.”

”I just want to ask you, can you make fried dough sticks without oil on your hands after eating?” Wang Qiang ignored his last sentence and asked directly.

”What?” Huang Fei asked subconsciously.

”You see, I have nothing in my hand.” Wang Qiang stretched out his hand just holding the fried dough sticks and said.

”It's impossible.” Huang Fei shook his head reflexively, which is unscientific from common sense to logic.

”Just try it yourself.” Wang Qiang didn't force an explanation. Even if others told him so, he wouldn't believe it unless he saw it with his own eyes like now.

”It's amazing, if it's true.” Huang Fei frowned and heard Wang Qiang's words very seriously.

”It's amazing.” Wang Qiang nodded.

”No, you don't understand what I mean. Maybe you don't know chef Wang, maybe you don't know, but I've heard that top chefs can make fried rice oil free from dishes and fried food oil free from hands, but isn't that a legend?” Huang Fei stared at the golden fried dough sticks on the table and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Don't get me wrong. Huang Fei is not greedy, but shocked. Well, it's still a little greedy to smell so sweet, but it doesn't matter.

”What legend? I don't even know this legend.” Wang Qiang couldn't help sighing. For the first time, he felt that his consultation was a little behind.

”I listened to my father, too.” Huang Fei then said, ”hundreds of years ago, a rich man paid a sky high price to invite a legendary imperial chef to cook him a breakfast. There is a delicious dessert fruit in it. It is said to be very delicious.”

”So your family has records?” Wang Qiang asked curiously.

”Of course... No, it's all a legend. I don't dare to think that the oil won't touch my hand after the explosion.” Huang Fei shook his head and gasped.

”It's useless to say more. Just pick it up and try.” Wang Qiang indicated.

”Well, I will.” Huang Fei took out his handkerchief and solemnly wiped it on his hand three times before he picked up the fried dough sticks.

In fact, it can be seen here that food critics and chefs are different from ordinary diners when they eat the delicious food made in Yuanzhou.

Ordinary diners are ”bad”, ”delicious”, ”good to eat”, ”this is the taste of boss yuan”.

Don't think, ”how is this possible”, or ”what great skills or means are used in this dish”.

Of course, they all eat with one mouth. These two eating methods do not distinguish between high and low. It's just that Yuanzhou's food can stand thinking and is straightforward and delicious.

”It's so crispy. I'm afraid I'll just crush it.” Huang Fei couldn't help saying.

”No, you'll understand after eating.” Wang Qiang shook his head.

”I'll try it now.” Huang Fei once again raised Yuanzhou's cooking skills to a higher level in his heart, and then broke off the fried dough sticks.

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