Wang Qing looked down at the so-called "cream jellyfish soup", and the expression on his face gradually solidified.
This dish, which sounds very dark at first glance, has an equally dark appearance.
This, this color doesn’t look like something that can be eaten.
Also, the jellyfish inside looks like it’s still alive?
Wang Qing pursed her lips twice, but finally couldn't help but ask: "Is this what we ordered?"
The waiter's voice was brisk: "Of course."
While Wang Qing was still hesitating, the housekeeper had already rolled up his sleeves, filled a bowl of soup for Wang Qing, and handed it to her.
"Ms. Wang, this is the restaurant's special dish. You can try it." The butler stared at Wang Qing with a smile, a gentle look in his eyes.
The soup in the small bowl is only two small spoons.
The light blue liquid is placed in a porcelain white bowl, as if it contains a sea.
Dots of translucent creatures floated in it, the largest of which was only the size of a thumbnail. The edges of the umbrella opened and shrank, as if they were breathing in the soup.
To say ugly is definitely not ugly.
It just doesn't look like something people would eat.
However, thinking that this was the restaurant specially chosen by the butler, in order to celebrate the cooperation with Gaicai Middle School, I invited myself over for dinner.
Wang Qing still lowered his head, braced himself, put his mouth close to the edge of the bowl, and drank the soup in one gulp.
The imagined feeling of a living thing flowing from the throat into the esophagus did not happen.
This bowl of soup smelled particularly fishy, but there was an indescribable coolness and sweetness in the mouth.
Different from the cream soup that Wang Qing had in other restaurants, it is not salty and thick, but very refreshing and sweet.
Even at the moment when this bowl of soup flows through the mouth, tongue and throat, there is a slight illusion of being on the windy and sunny ocean. In a trance, it seems to feel the moist salty wind on the sea blowing against my face.
Wang Qing opened his eyes in surprise.
I didn't expect that this restaurant, which looked like a rip-off, could actually make such delicious food.
She licked the corners of her mouth, looked up at the waiter standing aside, and couldn't help but ask: "Excuse me, I want to ask, who made this bowl of soup? Can I meet him?"
The waiter was stunned for a moment, and then quickly replied in a formulaic manner: "This dish is cooked by the chef of this restaurant, Mr. Pete. I'm sorry, the chef is busy now, and I'm afraid he won't have time to meet with you."
Wang Qing was a little disappointed.
The waiter smiled at her, turned around and left, and it was time to bring the next dish.
Butler: "Ms. Wang, are you satisfied with this dish?"
Wang Qing sighed unconsciously: "Yes, this soup is quite delicious."
Alas, it's a pity that you, a beautiful woman, have no choice but to become a thief.
The chef's skills are so good, it would be a waste to work in a restaurant that rips off customers like this.
When he thought of this, Wang Qing suddenly became interested in talents.
I couldn't help it immediately, carefully lowered my voice, and asked the housekeeper: "What kind of salary do you think I can offer to recruit this chef to work on our farm?"
housekeeper:"……"
Wang Qing really thinks his idea is good.
Although, there is already a third aunt working in the farm canteen.
However, as the number of employees on the farm increased in the future, the third aunt could not handle the work alone.
I just happened to find a cook with such good skills. Instead of letting him stay in such a black shop and waste his talent, it would be better to recruit him to work on the farm.
Wang Qing looked at the housekeeper expectantly.
After a while, the stiff smile on the butler's face gradually softened and returned to its usual gentle expression.
The sleeves at his wrists were rolled up, revealing a delicate wrist bone, and he filled another bowl of soup for Wang Qing.
"Ms. Wang, we have just completed an important business cooperation. You should relax." The butler said softly, "Don't talk about business at this time. It is better to wait until the meal is over to discuss it."
Wang Qing thought about this carefully.
After all, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.
She took the soup bowl and saw that the butler hadn't taken a sip yet, so she said, "You should drink some too."
After taking a few sips of the soup, the waiter came back and brought another dish.
“French fried calamari.”
The waiter announced the name of the dish and placed a large plate as big as a human head in the center of the table.
On the hill made of ice cubes, a live squid was still ready to move. From time to time, a layer of translucent mucus with bloodshot eyes was pulled out from between dozens of squirming tentacles.
This squid has an extremely white, tender and delicate skin. Compared to the smooth skin of marine creatures, its skin and flesh look more like a newborn baby at first glance.
It was white and pink, a soft mass of flesh without even bones, wrapped in translucent mucus, like a fetus wrapped in its afterbirth.
A little bit of scarlet blood spread on the iceberg, making it look more like.
A dozen tentacles were crawling and crawling randomly on the hill made of ice.
Slowly, he turned the other end of his long head to face Wang Qing.
The cuttlefish's head, which should have been smooth, turned out to be bumpy.
The two symmetrical parts are slightly concave, but there is a small bulge in the middle, and there is a thin concave slit going down - like a baby's face.
Suddenly it moved, and a small gap opened up from the thin slit, and a sound seemed to come from it.
"Ah——" a soft sound, like a bubble rising in the water.
Submerged in the music playing in the restaurant, the male singer's voice was ethereal and beautiful.
Wang Qing subconsciously raised his head and looked at the waiter at the table, frowning.
"You - this dish is not cooked yet, what do you call pan-fried?" Wang Qing couldn't help but complain.
This restaurant is too perfunctory. It serves the food so raw to the customers. Do you think frying it wastes oil or heat?
The waiter's expression changed slightly, and he quickly smiled and said to Wang Qing: "Sorry, madam, it was my negligence."
He took down the bowl of boiling oil on the dinner plate and placed it in front of Wang Qing.
"I forgot to tell you that the correct way to eat this dish is that you need to pour this bowl of hot oil on the dish and cook every inch of its texture. This can preserve the deliciousness of the ingredients to the maximum extent and make the outside absolutely crispy. Linen.”
The waiter added: "This is the way the chef recommends eating it. Of course, if you are not satisfied, I will take it back to the kitchen and tell the chef your opinion."
Wang Qing felt a trace of embarrassment on his face after listening to the waiter's words.
Could it be that I am too inexperienced in the world?
The correct way to eat it should be like what the waiter said?
Wang Qing coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment, "Then, then there's no need... I can just do it myself."
With that said, Wang Qing was about to get the bowl of hot oil.
