The strongest gourmet food system

Chapter 1030 Chapter 71
He claims to be a person who often tastes a lot of food, but the Chinese food in front of him gave him a different feeling.

The complementation and harmony between the ingredients gradually integrate the whole dish into one, giving people an unbelievable relaxation, and at the same time, making people feel cosy and comfortable.

The middle-aged man took the chopsticks and grabbed a spinach roll bluntly, but dropped it on the dinner plate again.

From the kitchen, Zheng Ke, who had just walked out, walked up to the middle-aged man with a fork in his hand.

"Sir, please use a dinner fork? It might be more convenient." Zheng Ke gently placed the dinner fork next to the dinner plate.

The middle-aged man's willpower seemed to have been wiped out by the chopsticks. When he saw the fork placed next to the dinner plate, without thinking too much, he took it, forked a piece of spinach roll, and put it into his mouth.

That kind of peace and quiet filled his body again, and the hunger in his stomach quickly disappeared.

"Sir, if you need anything, please call me." Zheng Ke bowed slightly and turned to leave, but the middle-aged man stopped him.

"Wait a moment."

"Huh?" Zheng Ke looked at the middle-aged man in confusion.

"Now you don't have any customers, you might as well sit down and chat."

The middle-aged man stopped his fork and looked up at Zheng Ke.

Zheng Ke knew that the middle-aged man was right, and when he heard the middle-aged man say that, he pulled a chair and sat down.

"What's the name of this dish?" The middle-aged man picked up a piece of spinach roll and asked curiously.

"Sichuan cuisine, spinach rolls in white sauce."

"White sauce? The white sauce on the dinner plate?" asked the middle-aged man.

"Sir, this is Gorgon juice."

Although the functions of the two are somewhat similar, the methods are very different.

The middle-aged man nodded, dipped a fork into a little sauce, and slowly tasted it in his mouth. The rich taste lingered on the taste buds and lingered for a long time.

The taste of this white sauce is very different from the white sauce in Western food.The taste is richer and easily absorbed on the taste buds.

"I just randomly found a restaurant, but I didn't expect to eat such an outstanding dish - how long have you been in Paris?" The middle-aged man asked in confusion after eating the last spinach roll.

"Well, more than two weeks, right?" Zheng Ke said.

"The dishes you learned in Huaxia?" The middle-aged man then asked.

"This... I studied in Japan for a while, and I also went to China to study cooking." Zheng Ke thought about it, and this answer should be more comprehensive.

The middle-aged man nodded again and again, "Usually, how many people eat Chinese cuisine here."

"Very few, basically two people every day, as for today, you are the third." Zheng Ke explained.

"Eh? Shouldn't it?" The middle-aged man rubbed his chin and frowned, "Your cooking skills shouldn't be without customers."

"Maybe the conditions are a bit harsh? Besides, most people are not willing to wait for two hours." Zheng Ke expressed his opinion.

If you can't even sell 10 dishes a day, you should really think about the reason.

Fortunately, Zheng Ke was not in "Scent of Silence" to make money, otherwise, he might starve to death if he did this.

"That's right, and there are really too few chefs who can cook Huaxia cuisine well, especially in such a remote place. If it wasn't because I hate the dishes on the menu, I might not have eaten such authentic Huaxia cuisine." said the young man.

"Thank you for the compliment."

"By the way, I see you wrote on it that the deadline is March 3. What are your plans after that? Are you going to list the dishes as a menu so that customers can choose independently, or..."

The middle-aged man didn't finish his sentence, but anyone with a discerning eye could still tell that he was asking Zheng Ke if he would give up.

"Uh... I can't give you an answer to this question right now, mainly because after the 2nd, I will have my own things to do. Moreover, no one can say for sure what will happen in the future, maybe I will cook here Cooking, but the possibility is very small." Zheng Ke shrugged,

"Really? It's such a pity..." A trace of regret really appeared on the middle-aged man's face, "By the way, I just saw your notice above that you can order food in advance. Am I right?"

"Yes... that's right." Zheng Ke nodded.

"Then I want to order two dishes, is it okay?" asked the middle-aged man.

"But one person can only order one copy." Zheng Ke reminded.

"I know this - I will bring another person over." The middle-aged man said.

"That's no problem." Zheng Ke nodded, "If you want to be able to eat the dishes when you come to the restaurant, I suggest that you can say a time, so that I can cook in advance and save you time."

"That's not necessary, we want to take a look at your cooking process—by the way, my friend, you are very strict with cooking." The middle-aged man reminded.

"No problem." Zheng Ke agreed wholeheartedly.

What kind of judges has he not seen? The judges on the-blue are all top 20 gourmets in Europe, and he still came over.

"I like your confidence." The middle-aged man smiled and took out his wallet, "How do you think that the price of the dishes is determined by the customers?"

"For many dishes, the ingredients are actually fixed. Therefore, if customers pay more than the ingredients, the extra price is the evaluation of cooking skills." Zheng Ke gave his reasons.

"Then what do you plan to do if the price paid by the customer is lower than the price of the raw materials? You can't lose money, right?" the middle-aged man asked curiously.

The corners of Zheng Ke's mouth turned up, and a slight smile appeared on his face, "If cooking skills give a negative score to the ingredients, it means I didn't do it well, just keep working hard."

"Haha, yes, I quite like your standard." The middle-aged man took out a hundred euros and put it on the dining table, then wrinkled his eyes at Zheng Ke, "This is my evaluation. I hope yours tomorrow The ingredients can be more advanced."

This money is Zheng Ke's biggest income. It is not much, but it is also a recognition of his strength. With this hundred euros, at least this attempt did not lose too much money.

The middle-aged man walked out of the restaurant and immediately made a phone call.

"Hey, I just finished eating." The middle-aged man said with a smile.

"How about it?"

"It's unexpectedly delicious - I've ordered two servings tomorrow, so come and taste it too." The middle-aged man said.

"No time to."

"It's tomorrow anyway, come back when you have time."

"Romon, I rarely see you like recommending dishes so much."

"You will know the reason only if you have been here. The chef is very young, and his cooking skills are very good." Romon said with a smile.

"Young? Excellent? Is it better than Lanji's students?"

"I judge - it should surpass most Lanji students. Unfortunately, he learned cooking skills in Japan." Luo Meng said with a smile.

"Since you admire this person's dishes so much, I'll come over here, and I hope you won't disappoint me—as for the time, it's scheduled for tomorrow afternoon."

(End of this chapter)