nownovels Chapter 602 - 571: Signature Sichuan Dish—Authentic Mapo Tofu!
Chapter 602 - 571: Signature Sichuan Dish—Authentic Mapo Tofu!
No, no, it’s still not right!
The higher the expectations before coming, the greater Wang Fan’s disappointment now.
Wang Fan ordered four dishes and a bowl of rice, and not a single one made him feel satisfied.
Sichuan, known as a famous land of fish and rice, not to mention the dishes, even the rice lacks a rich aroma, which really doesn’t make sense.
And the main thing is, the 4-yuan rice came in a heaping large bowl.
Originally, this would seem like a generous amount, but the heaping top is not a peak but a semicircle.
Huaxia’s culinary culture has a long history, and some things are quite particular.
If you serve rice in a large basin, heaping it up, so that everyone can eat their fill, that’s being generous with large portions. But serving it in a small bowl with a semicircular heap breaks taboos.
Inserting three chopsticks on top, that’s the standard for a "last meal" offering.
Moreover, the custom of the "last meal" isn’t just a northern thing, many places in Sichuan have this custom too.
Aren’t you cursing someone with this?
Although feudal superstition is not desirable, Huaxia people like to seek good fortune in everything, encountering this during a meal is really quite disconcerting.
As for the other dishes, there wasn’t a single one that amazed him, and it’s not that he’s being picky, but the flaws are just too obvious.
The dishes he had felt worse than a small street diner.
The most typical example was the classic "Zizi Crispy Rice!"
At that moment, he just wanted to grab the chef by the collar and ask—do you even know why the dish is called "Zizi" crispy rice?
Even though a wife cake doesn’t contain a wife, except for Uncle Ba, but the "Zizi Crispy Rice" without the "zizi" sound simply makes no sense, does it?
Freshly made crispy rice should be cracked in the plate, topped with a delicious pour, and with the "zizi" sound, the rich rice aroma and the savory topping flavor should spread, that’s the standard process!
The crispy rice you served is pre-made! At the very least, it’s definitely not freshly made!
Looking at the almost untouched dishes in front of him, Wang Fan really had no desire to pick up his chopsticks.
Waited over two hours, for this?!
No wonder young people in Sichuan now prefer skewers and hotpot, there’s a reason for it!
Imagine getting your salary planning to treat yourself to something good, but ending up at a fancy restaurant only to find the dishes taste the same as takeout from downstairs, who could bear that?
For the first time, Wang Fan wasted food, and his hungry stomach simply couldn’t bear to be placated with such supposed authentic Sichuan cuisine that felt like a sham.
After paying the bill, he left and found a small restaurant with an open kitchen nearby.
Don’t be fooled by its small size, the business was quite good, not far from the large hotel, yet still had an 80% occupancy rate.
After Wang Fan sat down, a young girl immediately approached with a smile: "Hello, would you like to order... ah?"
Before she finished speaking, she couldn’t help but exclaim upon seeing Wang Fan remove his mask.
No way?! The missing Boss Wang actually came to our restaurant?!
Liang Siyu was dumbfounded, staring at Wang Fan with wide-eyed disbelief: "Wang... Wang Boss?!"
Wang Fan was a bit surprised; how did he suddenly become a celebrity? Found at a random restaurant and someone recognizes him?
"Hello, do you know me?"
Upon hearing Wang Fan’s words, Liang Siyu couldn’t contain her excitement; she almost wanted to take out her phone and post on Weibo about capturing Boss Wang alive, which would definitely go viral!
"I know, I know! Boss Wang, I’m your fan! I never thought I’d see you here!"
Wang Fan smiled, "Thank you, but I’m a bit hungry now, could I order something to eat first?"
Liang Siyu hurriedly handed over the menu: "Boss Wang, see what you’d like to eat; this meal’s on me!"
Wang Fan quickly shook his head: "No need, no need, just give me a Mapo Tofu, a Twice-Cooked Pork, and a bowl of rice."
Liang Siyu quickly ran to the kitchen with the menu, but halfway there she stopped abruptly and, embarrassed, looked back at Wang Fan: "Boss Wang... everyone’s looking for you now, can I announce that you’re here?"
Wang Fan chuckled quietly, "No need, right? I’m just enjoying the beautiful scenery of Sichuan, since I’m not setting up a stall, it wouldn’t really help to tell others, would it?"
Liang Siyu thought that made sense too, but the feeling of having something to say yet unable to do so was quite uncomfortable, like a thousand ants crawling on one’s heart.
In the kitchen, she leaned close to her father’s ear and said: "Old man, a Mapo Tofu and a Twice-Cooked Pork, use your 30 years of skills, a culinary god is here!"
Liang Bo scoffed, "Bah, I’ll make it how I always do, I never cut corners."
Liang Siyu stamped her foot, "Well, you really need to do your best, with one word from him, our guests could line up all the way to Meizhou."
Liang Bo remained indifferent, "I’m always busy to death every day, and we’re not lacking customers."
Liang Siyu was about to say something when a slightly awkward voice sounded from the hall: "Waiter, is our food ready?"
"It’s almost ready."
As Liang Siyu finished speaking, Liang Bo skilfully tossed the Twice-Cooked Pork from the pan into a plate.
The one speaking was a man wearing glasses, looked somewhat refined, in his thirties, and quite handsome.
Upon seeing the dish Liang Siyu was holding, his eyes lit up, and he praised after catching a whiff of the aroma, "Smells delicious."
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