Chapter 1952 (1/2)
”Xiao Yuan, there's something I want to discuss with you.” Zhou Shijie suddenly thought of one thing, and then hesitated.
”Uncle Zhou, please say.”
Zhou Shijie often takes care of him, so Yuan Zhou doesn't hesitate to help Zhou Shijie.
”The circle of private cuisine is actually different from Sichuan cuisine, Shandong cuisine and Guangdong cuisine.” Zhou Shijie tells.
Private cuisine originated in ancient houses and courtyards. In those days, high-ranking officials and tycoons ”stored beautiful kitchens at home and competed with each other”, and then developed into private cuisine. It integrates the advantages of various cuisines and does not belong to any cuisine. Therefore, private cuisine is relatively special in Chinese kitchen.
For example, the famous dish abalone hump soup of Duan family cuisine belongs to the improved Cantonese cuisine. Private dishes are no longer confined to the cuisine, but mainly have their own theme. For example, Tan family cuisine, the main tone of the dish is ”empty valley and orchid, dense forest and Ganoderma lucidum”.
Most private restaurants open in Beijing, so they have their own small alliances, and they also ignore the Chinese kitchen Union. Zhou Shijie's request is relatively simple. He has the opportunity to ”friendly” exchange cooking skills with the chef of private dishes.
”OK.” Yuanzhou Mingwu nodded and agreed.
”By the way, what is the core of Yuan's cuisine?” Asked Zhou Shijie.
After thinking for a moment, Yuan Zhou thought: it's difficult to copy, but now he paused and changed his mind: ”you can't copy.”
Just four words.
”OK.” Zhou Shijie was infected by Yuanzhou's spirit and shouted good-bye.
”Cannot be copied.” The Chu owl on one side ate the steak silently, and then chewed these four words repeatedly in his mouth.
”Compass, compass, is my roast suckling pig ready?” Wuhai couldn't sit still.
The dishes on the table have been wolfed down by Wuhai.
”All right.” With that, Yuanzhou handed a large tray to Wuhai, Guangdong cuisine: roast suckling pig.
”Hmm? Why is it different from the one just now?” Wuhai looked and asked.
Yuanzhou looked at the black beast and directly replied, ”Uncle Zhou just ate yuan style roast suckling pig. This is the roast suckling pig of Guangdong cuisine.”
”Hmm? How many more?” The black sea was a little dull in an instant.
”Yes, Yuan's roast suckling pig and Cantonese roast suckling pig.” Yuan Zhou said, ”generally speaking, the roast suckling pig is Cantonese food.”
”Then have another yuan style roast suckling pig.” Wuhai blurted out.
Yuan Zhou subconsciously looked at Wuhai's stomach.
”Don't worry, no problem. I can eat it. Trust me!” Wuhai understood Yuanzhou's eyes.
”Yuan style roast suckling pig needs to be booked half a day in advance. It's gone.” Yuan Zhou replied.
”Then I'll book it for the evening now!” The Black Sea answered like a stream.
”Yes.” Yuan Zhou nodded.
The voice of Wuhai was like a fuse. Diners who were still immersed in Yuanzhou's superb technology woke up one after another and wanted to reward their mouths for the new year. Therefore, they turned to Yuan's roast suckling pig on the menu. When they saw the price, two or three people, or three or four people, came together to buy one for the new year.
Pig killing for the Chinese New Year is scheduled one after another. Of course, most of them are scheduled for tomorrow. There are still few people as eager as Wuhai.
”OK.” Yuan Zhou nodded down one by one.
”Xiao Yuan, you're a good cook now. You'd better have more rest when you have time. You don't have to work too hard.” Zhou Shijie advised.
Yuanzhou said, ”Uncle Zhou, don't worry.”