"If the host needs it, this system can help develop the latest self-destruct device, which can automatically identify the other party's intentions. If it detects an abnormal intention to consume the food, it can destroy itself." The system's voice suddenly popped up.
"How much is one?" Mai Ge asked curiously.
"Bulk orders are available for 10 gold coins each." the system said after calculating silently for a moment.
"Get lost!" Mai Ge rolled his eyes and strode into the kitchen.
I only sell a Rou Jia Mo for three gold coins!
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"Your Yang Zhou Fried Rice." Yabemia gently placed the first serving of Yang Zhou Fried Rice in front of Visenio and smiled. This customer was a bit pitiful. He had been so hungry that he had knelt down in front Mai Ge at the door that morning. His pale face showed that he was indeed starving.
"Thank you." Visenio said without looking up, his eyes completely drawn to the Yang Zhou Fried Rice in front of him. Although he had seen others eating it that morning, but he hadn't paid much attention because he looked half asleep. But now, seeing such a colorful and tempting dish in front of him, he couldn't help but swallow hard before even taking a bite.
As Yabemia carried Yang Zhou Fried Rice along, the enticing aroma attracted many eyes. The restaurant owners' tour group, who happened to be lined up at the door, all stared wide-eyed at the fried rice in front of Visenio.
"What is this? Why are all the ingredients chopped so finely? Won't it be tasteless and lack any chewiness?" Andrew frowned, thinking. His pork chops were famous in Aden Square for their large size and generous portions, ranking eighteenth on the Aden Square Food Ranking. Half of that reputation was built on the portion sizes. Every time he saw customers happily munching on large pork chops, he felt a sense of recognition and happiness.
"The aroma of the egg blends perfectly with the flavors of the other ingredients, it's so tempting. Given its size, could the egg be filled with rice? But rice grains are so small, how did he manage to coat each one evenly?" Bernice's eyes lit up, filled with many questions.
Her restaurant has earned a place in Aden Square for its exquisite dishes, with its signature dish ranking thirteenth on the food ranking list. She is adept at bringing out the characteristics of the ingredients themselves, and has a clear understanding of the knife skills required to cut all the ingredients into rice grain sized pieces.
"The ingredients are vibrant in color and are all top quality, but did he just stir fry them all together? Added oil and seasonings? Does food cooked this way really taste good? Every customer has different tastes. Won't this kind of behavior of deciding the taste of the dishes without asking them make the customers feel disgusted?" Miles frowned and thought.
What customers love most about his restaurant is that it can cook food according to their tastes. Although this is why the restaurant doesn't have any signature dishes, but it has a group of regular customers and the business is good.
Although everyone had their doubts, they remained silent. Criticizing dishes in someone else's restaurant was considered bad behavior and could be seen as disruptive. As chefs, they took this matter very seriously.
"Hmm?" Seemingly sensing the gazes directed at him from the side, Visenio suddenly looked up, saw the uncles and aunts peeking over, moved the fried rice closer to himself, and said somewhat helplessly, "Uncles, aunts... could you please stop staring at me like that? It's making me nervous."
"Don't panic, we'll just take a look, we won't steal it." Andrew said with a simple smile, his fat jiggling, exuding a strong sense of intimidation.
"Then do as you please." Visenio looked away. The words of this burly man who could hold down an adult pig by himself did not comfort him at all. However, his stomach was already rumbling, so he couldn't help but pick up the spoon and scoop a spoonful of Yang Zhou Fried Rice into his mouth.
"So delicious!"
Visenio's eyes lit up as he savored the delicious flavor spreading in his mouth. The combination of various ingredients was so unique and delicious that it made him feel somewhat intoxicated.
After swallowing, it transformed into a warm current that slid down his throat, and the dormant cells in his body seemed to slowly awaken, like spring rain sweeping over parched land, gentle and comfortable. The fatigue in his body disappeared by more than half, and a trace of color returned to his pale face. Even the strength in his hands was restored to some extent.
"It really works! It's even faster than those folk remedies, and it tastes so delicious! No wonder my wife couldn't stop eating it this morning!" Visenio's eyes widened as he looked at the Yang Zhou Fried Rice in front of him with great surprise. He scooped up another spoonful and put it in his mouth, chewing happily, spoonful after spoonful, unable to stop. He was completely absorbed in the fried rice in front of him, his face full of joyful smiles, completely ignoring the people watching around him.
"Gulp."
Those who had been staring intently at Visenio from beginning to end couldn't help but swallow.
"Is it really that delicious?"
The thought crossed everyone's minds at the same time, but they couldn't take their eyes off the Yang Zhou Fried Rice that was disappearing under Visenio's spoon. Those who hadn't tried it could only imagine the taste in their minds, and the more they looked, the hungrier they became.
As dish after dish was served, the aroma of Rou Jia Mo and Yang Zhou Fried Rice began to waft through the air, causing some of the customers waiting in line to order to become restless.
However, the half-dragon waiter followed the order of people entering the restaurant to take orders and serve dishes from beginning to end, and she didn't make a single mistake. Moreover, she always had a comfortable smile on her face, so the waiting customers had nothing to say.
"What's this again?" The tour group's gaze turned to the Rou Jia Mo that the guests at the next table had just received.
"Isn't it just two pancakes with a piece of meat sandwiched in between? And it's chopped up, how can it be so delicious?" Andrew was even more puzzled. If Yang Zhou Fried Rice could be considered exquisite, shouldn't the combination of pancakes and meat taste strange?
"This meat smells so special. Has anyone ever made meat like this before?" Bernice couldn't help but ask softly. The aroma was even more intense than the Yang Zhou Fried Rice she had just seen, instantly whetting her appetite.
As a customer, she might just be thinking about getting to eat as soon as possible, but as the restaurant owner and head chef, she was more interested in how this mouthwatering meat was made.
"Fried pork chops don't taste like this." Andrew shook his head.
"Grilled ones aren't like this either." the old lady behind him echoed, shaking her head.
"Boiled ones are definitely not like this either." Miles frowned as well.
"It feels like this owner is cooking in a completely different way. Is this all his innovation?" the bald man couldn't help but complain.
"Ha, innovation? There have been plenty of chefs opening restaurants these past few years trying to be innovative, but they've all ended up bankrupting themselves. I think this owner is just messing around. Right now, customers are coming because it's novel, but in a few days, nobody will want to eat here anymore." Bishop sneered, sounding somewhat disdainful.
The customer sitting next to him overheard the conversation, looked Bishop up and down, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He pursed his lips and said, "Old man, you're talking nonsense. Boss Mai's Rou Jia Mo is delicious. I've had your scallion pancakes before, but they can't compare to this."