novelraw Chapter 285 197: Whoever Brings Me Food Is My Ideal Type
Chapter 285 197: Whoever Brings Me Food Is My Ideal Type
"This chicken fillet looks so fine and small, but it's surprisingly tender and juicy. No wonder the head chef can make fried chicken fillets at a completely different level than regular fast-food restaurants."
Chicken fillets are generally made from chicken breast, and if the heat and temperature are not controlled well, the breast meat can become dry and tough, even those who don't cook know this.
He didn't expect that the same chicken breast could taste this good in the hands of a head chef.
No wonder he's a head chef.
This tomato powder tastes so refreshing, both sour and sweet in perfect proportion, the more you eat, the more it whets your appetite. He demolished a bag of chicken fillet in no time.
Looking at the remaining three flavors, he couldn't be bothered to choose among them, decided to mix them and eat, picking from bags at random.
The cheesy sweet aroma, the spicy kick, and the unique cumin spice flavor interweave and collide in the mouth without affecting each other, making the chicken fillet taste even more delicious.
Four portions totaling 200 grams of chicken fillet fill his stomach slightly, but he doesn't feel full, so he turns his attention to the other two bags of food.
Two large octopus balls quietly sit at the center of the paper box, their surface covered with three long thin sauces, and numerous bonito flakes dancing around.
Finely ground dark green seaweed powder makes the octopus balls smell particularly fresh, with a hint of ocean aroma.
A bite yields a crispy crunch, the golden brown exterior is several times crisper than the chicken fillet, but this crispness is limited to the surface.
The inside is moist with slightly sticky batter, without a raw flour taste, clearly cooked, with an obvious egg aroma and buttery scent.
Eight tentacles break through the crust and are exposed, making it easy to locate the position of the octopus head.
Through the bitten section, you can just see half of the reddish-brown octopus head, occupying the majority of the ball.
The man had never eaten this snack before, so he was cautious with the first bite, only tasting the crust, not expecting it to be quite flavorful.
After easing his mind, he didn't hesitate at all, opening his mouth wide to stuff the whole ball in.
The octopus ball, larger than an egg, immediately fills his mouth, accompanied by the crisp 'crunch' sound of breaking, teriyaki sauce mixed with vegetable juices bursts forth with a fresh sweetness.
Especially at the moment the small octopus head bursts, the sticky yet extremely delicious juices make a smile of happiness naturally appear on his face.
Other people are also buying the first batch of snacks, each holding bamboo skewers, continuously feeding themselves with food, smiling gleefully.
"It's so good, how come this chicken fillet is so tender? Is this the difference between a Michelin chef and a regular cook?"
"In my lifetime, I actually get to feel chicken fillet melting on my tongue; it's unbelievable, simply unbelievable!"
"How come no restaurant sells this delicious plum powder as a seasoning? Can't these people have some taste and innovation spirit, damn it!"
"I declare this fried chicken fillet to be the best I've eaten this year, no, in my life thus far. There's no comparison!"
"Unexpectedly, Chef Lin, an expert in Chinese cuisine, can make Japanese food taste this good too. This octopus ball tastes exactly like the ones at other stalls I've tried, even better, especially its size... a whole octopus!!"
Also at the forefront of the queue, Roderick receives three small bags from Dais's hand, turning around to see smiles on diners' faces, surrounded by rising exclamations, his curiosity growing stronger.
Last time he missed out on Lin Chen's cooking, thinking he was a chef with not-so-great skills, but after going back and doing some online research, he almost regretted dying.
Online reviews were full of photos showcasing Lin Chen's dishes, and even videos clearly documenting his stall process.
All the intriguing snacks with perfect color and flavor, and the magical skill of fire in the pan, caught his attention, making him restless through the night.
Thinking about how he just casually missed such a rare opportunity, he felt he had to come again.
Earlier, he personally witnessed the crowd flowing like a tide towards Lin Chen's stall, solidifying the obsession in his heart.
Must eat!
Compared to the fried chicken fillet and octopus balls, he's even more curious about this spring-onion beef-flavored Soka.
Soka is a local specialty, something everyone knows and even grows up eating.
If it's so easy to improve, why hasn't anyone improved it at the restaurants and street carts selling Soka?
He didn't believe it, thinking adding plenty of beef and onions would just turn the flavor into a meat pie, and could hardly be called Soka anymore.
He poked the golden crispy crust with chopsticks, it was indeed as hard as expected, with a noticeable chickpea scent, blended within the beef and onion aroma, not seeming abrupt at all.
Breaking off a small piece of Soka, at the broken cross-section, you can clearly see lots of brown beef pieces and green onion segments, visible droplets of juices generously flow down, still glistening with oil.
"Gulp"
He swallowed involuntarily.
This thing... seems more delicious than imagined?
"Crunch"
A bite and the crisp fried surface breaks instantly, rich chickpea aroma pours out, followed closely by the meaty beefjuice, blended with the unique sweetness of spring onion, with no excessive seasoning, primarily enhancing the natural taste of ingredients.
The whole pie body is thin, thinner than fries, leading with crispness outside and softness inside, retaining Soka's distinctive features very well.
Initially thinking such a thin crust with added beef and onion would require drying the beef juices beforehand to fry it crispy, otherwise resulting in the pie softening from the juices soaking through.
But that's not the case.
The beef pieces inside the pie are not only not dry but also incredibly tender and juicy, every bite distinctly brings out the aroma of meat and oil.
The sensation of oil mixed with meat juice and the sweet onion juice exploding in his mouth was almost addictive.
The most outrageous thing was, he couldn't figure out how the crust of the Soka could remain so crispy despite the juicy filling.
How exactly did they do it?
A loss.
A huge loss!
Why didn't he choose this chef for dinner last time!!
Mesmerized by the deliciousness of the beef Soka, he accidentally glanced at the stall next door and was stunned on the spot.
The guy at the checkout... wasn't he the chef who cooked for him last time?
Fragments of noise drifted to his ears, and after listening closely, he learned that the owner of this stall was a three-star Michelin chef.
That's one of the top chefs in the world!
Now that he's here, he absolutely must not miss it!!
He quickly walked towards the back of the line of the neighboring stall with the food in his hand, only to find that the ten or so diners in front of him were just like him, holding the same food and eating while exclaiming praise.
Lunard didn't participate in this food event as a vendor but mingled among the crowd as a diner.
On a rare vacation, encountering several top chefs from different countries showing up at the same event, how could he not seize the chance to learn?
While he was wandering through the crowd, considering which stall to queue for first, someone suddenly patted his shoulder.
"Hey! Old Lunard, what brings you here?"
Upon hearing the voice, Lunard smiled and turned his head: "Marian, and George! I knew for sure your family would come! What a coincidence to run into you."
Today is Saturday, and with both the Kite Festival and the Food Festival plus Lin Chen here, it's a no-brainer that this family of food lovers would definitely come.
"What happened, no stall for you? It's rare to see you on vacation."
"Hey, how could that be, I've got Neo in charge of it. I'll check back in a couple days to see how things are. As long as he hasn't burned my truck, it's all good."
Marian and George each held the hands of two sons and two daughters, followed by the excited, wide-eyed Richard.
Richard couldn't remember how long it had been since he last tasted Boss Lin's food.
Was it a year?
Or two years.
Or perhaps three years?
He didn't know.
Every time he woke up choking on his own drool, he felt an urge to drop out of school.
If he didn't have classes, he could go with his parents to Dieppe to feast at Boss Lin's!
Luckily, this time the Radison Hotel did a great job promoting the Kite Festival, and since Marian and her husband visited not long ago, they knew about the food festival and brought Richard along to satisfy his cravings.
If they didn't bring this kid over, he might actually start ditching school.
"Yo, Richard! Long time no see, you've grown taller, how's the girl you were pursuing last time, hit it off yet?"
Seeing this kid, Lunard's gossiping spirit ignited like a flame, laughing as he walked up and put an arm around Richard's shoulders.
"Not chasing anymore!"
Who knew Richard would simply raise his head and say, full of confidence: "Every time I talk to Lisa, she asks when I'll bring her food again."
"Kidding me, I can't even get my hands on it myself, let alone bring it for her, my dream girl now is someone who can bring me food made by Chef Lin!"
"...?"
Lunard's smile became a bit peculiar, puzzled he glanced over at Marian, only to find her sighing with a hand on her forehead.
"Alright, good good, very good, having a goal is a good thing. Your girl might just be here right now, keep it up!"
"Right! How did you know?!"
Richard excitedly patted his chest: "I was thinking the same thing!"
"Ahem... well, you know, I'm in business, I've seen all kinds of people come on, let's queue up and give Boss Lin a big surprise!"
Not expecting the kid to actually take his words seriously, Lunard quickly switched topics, walked over to Lin Chen's stall queue with an arm around Richard's shoulders.
"Huh?"
As they stood in line, George suddenly nudged Marian with his elbow, pointing in a certain direction.
"Darling, take a look, isn't the man in the security uniform over there kind of familiar?"