Star Chef, She Can Be Salty Or Sweet

"Clear soup pot."

Gu Yuan, "...Why do you have such a clear soup with little water in the bottom of the pot, it looks tasteless."

The pot bottom he ordered is better, the aroma is so strong.

Tempted, his saliva dripped.

He smelled the strong aroma, and wished he could put all the dishes on the table in one go, but no, some dishes were ready, and some dishes needed time, so he could only be patient.

The companion who was with him couldn't wait to scoop up a spoonful of easy-cooked beef rolls and blew it to cool before feeding it into his mouth.

The delicious and spicy taste made him cry out after swallowing the beef roll.

Seeing this, the person who ordered the clear soup pot said, "Old Zhang, is this spicy butter pot really so delicious?"

"It's really delicious. The taste is rich and layered, not to mention the strong aroma. The key is that it is moderately spicy. Do you want to try it?"

As he spoke, he picked up some beef louvers and put them in unused saucers and handed them over.

The man was not polite either, he directly reached out to take the saucer and gave him the one he hadn't used before, and then he couldn't wait to taste it.

This time, he regretted it.

If he had known that the bottom of the spicy butter pot was so strong, he would not order the clear soup pot.

He was just about to call the waiter to serve him another pot, took the bowl and ran to the counter, and his companion who didn't know what he was busy with came back briskly.

Seeing him sitting there with a depressed face, he asked strangely, "What's wrong with you?"

"I ordered the wrong bottom of the pot, and I want to order another one with a strong taste."

"Hey, I thought something was wrong, right? It's simple, just go and get a bowl."

As he said that, he took a spoon to scoop up some clear soup and poured it into the bowl, and stirred it with chopsticks, and it became a bowl of heavy-flavored soup that combines fresh, fragrant, spicy and spicy.

"Look, just use this to dip and eat."

The man took a dip in the chopsticks and tasted it, and his eyes lit up in an instant, and he could still do this.

He was pleasantly surprised, "How do you know?"

The companion said helplessly, "Vivienne said something, but you were so addicted to the live broadcast that you didn't pay attention."

The man smiled in embarrassment, got up and ran to get a bowl of food back, and then entered the mode of eating extravagantly.

At this moment, everyone is addicted to the deliciousness of hot pot.

The only exception was the old man sitting in the corner by the window.

He didn't order hot pot, but fried vegetables.

After everyone had eaten for a while, his food came out.

The dishes he ordered are all very down-to-earth, including a steamed egg, a Dongpo pork and a stir-fried seasonal vegetable.

Unlike the steamed eggs that are served in bowls in other restaurants, the container for the steamed eggs in Jian’s House is the eggshell of a fire bird.

Firebird eggs are about the same size as ostrich eggs. The egg shell is a good container, especially hard, but it is easy to be heated, and the egg liquid inside cannot be eaten.

It is not impossible to eat.

It's not tasty.

Not only does it have a strong fishy smell, it is still a black floc after cooking, and the taste is amazing after one bite.

However, the eggs steamed with firebird eggshells have a strange fragrance.

Inside the delicately patterned eggshell is a smooth light-yellow steamed egg, with a little meat sauce and finely chopped green onion on the surface, which looks extraordinarily delicate and pleasing to the eye.

The old man picked up a small silver spoon and dug out a spoonful of steamed eggs.

The tender and elastic steamed eggs vibrate on the silver spoon, and you can imagine how fresh and tender it is before you eat it.

Sure enough, after the entrance, I didn't even feel that it was an egg. Before people could react, it slipped down the mouth into the throat and landed in the stomach.