Invincible, Why Do I Need To Do It Myself

Ma Sha nodded: "That's it, so as long as I pass this review and get a Ming rank or above, I can justify marrying Xiao Shi, right?"

"Uh...yes, that's right. But..."

"Relax, I promised you that I will give you a perfect first love, and I will fulfill my promise." Masha said.

Xiao Shi's face was completely red.

"First, first love or something..."

At this time, the door of the small hall opened, and Chen Xiaochu, who did not know when he left, walked in and said, "Several people, we are ready, can we serve food?"

Boss Cai glanced at Ma Sha, and after Ma Sha nodded, he said to Chen Xiaochu: "Let’s serve."

Chen Xiaochu made a gesture to the back, and immediately there was a cook carrying the plate. After the plate was placed on the glass turntable on the table, Chen Xiaochu shouted out the name of the dish: "Yaishan black chicken soup!"

Chapter 380 Please stop persecuting the dark cooking world (two more)

This is a very common dish in Guangdong, and any restaurant that can order soup has this soup.

So Ma Sha thought for a while that he had misheard the name of the dish.

Chef Chen’s behavior has already aroused Ma Sha’s curiosity. He originally thought that the dish that came up would be a famous dish, at least it was a name like "Boiled Cabbage", but there was something inside. The things of the universe.

As a result, the first dish was actually a yam black chicken soup. Such a well-deserved home-cooked dish made Ma Sha really feel a huge gap.

The soup was placed on the table, and Ma Sha smelled the fragrance—it was also the smell of yam black chicken soup. There was nothing special about it.

But when Masha saw the color of the soup scooped into the bowl, he knew it was unusual.

The color of this soup is very clear, and it feels similar to the so-called real "boiled cabbage" photos that Ma Sha has seen on the food public account.

Ma Sha has always suspected that the picture of the real boiled cabbage was actually taken by soaking the cabbage in the water.

But this soup is so clear that it makes the bottom of the white porcelain bowl set off a few goji berries floating on the water unusually bright.

There is no black-bone chicken in the whole soup-most restaurants in Guangdong are afraid to let the chicken soup have no chicken in it, for fear that the diners will find it uneconomical.

But the real good chicken soup is stewed. The chicken is all shredded, and the meat is almost gone. You can’t eat anything at all. Many people in Guangdong will just drink the soup, and the chicken bones in the soup are symbolically eaten. One point, because the meat is really not tasty, the taste is gone and the taste is not good after being simmered for too long.

In addition, the chicken stewed in the soup here in Guangdong is a free-range chicken whose muscles are explained very well, and the taste of the meat is originally "chai".

In high-end restaurants, the chicken soup is often made separately from the chicken. The soup is the top soup that has been simmered in a large pot for a long time. After the customer orders, the top soup is directly cooked and the tender chicken is stewed.

In the authentic Yuezhou restaurant, the back cook is always stewing the top soup for almost 24 hours, and there are special requirements when the fire is stopped in the middle of the maintenance of the equipment.

All of the above are the knowledge that Ma Sha obtained from the reliable food public account-why is it reliable? The operator of the official account is Ma Sha’s father’s old comrade-in-arms. The chef, until now, is the chairman of a private chef organization in Guangdong City.

This kind of person doesn't say whether he is really good at cooking, his knowledge will definitely not be wrong.

Ma Sha observes this yam yam black chicken soup, which only has wolfberry bleaching, and has neither yam nor black chicken, and vaguely feels that this is not easy.

Boss Cai is obviously not here for the first time, and he turns the glass tray directly: "Come on, get the soup yourself."

Ma Sha decisively took a bowl, scooped a spoonful and blew it a few times, then sucked it into his mouth.

The taste was very weak at first, only the umami taste was very obvious, but then the taste of yam and black-bone chicken began to spread in the mouth.

Ma Sha is not a gourmet, but as a Cantonese, he is experienced in soup.

This is definitely a good soup.

Food is served here in Guangdong, and there will be a pause after the soup comes up. This is for everyone to drink the soup.

Ma Sha glanced at Xiao Shi-this banquet was originally prepared for soaking Xiao Shi, Ma Sha drank it no matter how intoxicated it was, Xiao Shi was useless if it didn't taste delicious.

Xiao Maki drank the soup in a very elegant manner, and couldn't see how she felt about the soup.

-Doesn't it suit her taste?

At this time, Masha noticed that the Frenchman Jeanne had finished drinking the soup in the bowl. She was staring at the casserole on the table, obviously thinking about whether she should add the soup.

After all, Western food is not enough to add to the saying that you have to eat whatever comes up, and it will be gone when it's over.

Jeanna noticed Ma Sha's gaze, and then she began to gesture with Ma Sha.

Generally speaking, it should be quite simple to ask if you can order another bowl with gestures, but Ma Sha did not understand what Jean was making.

-Is there cultural barriers to gestures?

Masha wanted to ask Comrade Josephine for help, but Comrade Josephine was drinking soup with a critical expression. The expression was so serious that Masha did not dare to talk to her.

—I always feel like I'll be shot when I talk...

At this time, Xiao Shi drank the last bit of soup in the bowl gracefully—Ma Sha was surprised. She actually drank the soup with a spoonful of soup so that only a little bit was left at the bottom of the bowl. This soup is really too much for the spoon to scoop. Only left.

Then Xiao Shi squinted at Ma Sha and said, "Oh, rubble."

Ma Sha stood up decisively and took a spoonful of it to her: "Duo!"

Xiao Maki drank it elegantly, spoon by spoonful.

With a cry of "Oh", Jeanna turned the glass tray by herself, and then filled herself with it.

-She really wants to add soup, but she just made the gesture, no one can tell that she meant it! Damn!

Less than five minutes later, all the soup in the casserole was finished.

The habit of the people in Guangdong Province of having a pot of soup before eating has made many people in Guangdong skinny.

But this is a kind of food culture. Cantonese people formally entertain guests to eat Cantonese food. If there is no good soup before the meal, the owner will be embarrassed.

Chen Xiaochu appeared calmly again, he looked at the soup pot, made a gesture, and immediately a waiter came up to remove the soup pot.

The next step is to serve.

Different from the time when the soup was served, the waiters with the dishes lined up, one by one, the dishes were put on the glass turntable on the large table.

Every time a dish comes up, Chen Xiaochu will report the name of the dish.

The name of Cantonese cuisine is generally not loud, and it has a soft feeling.

Listening to the name of the dish, Ma Sha gradually grasped the law.

This time, Chef Chen prepared all the common home-cooked dishes, and he didn't even prepare rare dishes.

It is estimated that this chef believes that making home-cooked dishes with shocking effects is the real dazzling skill.

For example, there are dried abalones, which seem unremarkable, but they are completely different from the dried abalones that Ma Sha has eaten.