Gourmet: From a Stall in Northern Europe-Chapter 261 - 180 Half a Cow, Ultimate Cuisine Challenge

"Truly worthy of being the origin country of fried rice, the taste of this fried rice is absolutely phenomenal. It seems our domestic chefs still haven't grasped the essence."

The man chewed indulgently while nodding, eagerly spooning several more scoops into his mouth. Only now did he finally understand why so much food would be piled up in Chinese restaurants, and even though there were only a few customers, they were cooking new batches on the side.

Next, he tried the seafood fried noodles; the taste was equally beyond his expectations.

Sakura Country rarely has noodles made of rice, much less fried ones, and the unique, smooth yet dry texture was a completely new experience.

The tender and chewy strips of beef, the crisp and juicy stir-fried bean sprouts, and the sweet and sour appetizers were each a novel experience for him.

After finishing one plate, he felt not at all full but even hungrier.

When he stood up to get more food, he realized the serving area was already crowded with people, and the mountains of food were quickly disappearing before his eyes.

"So that's how it is, no wonder they pre-cook the next batch of dishes. Rotating through four types like this does indeed perfectly control the timing."

After spending more than ten minutes scrambling for two large plates of food, his forehead was slightly sweaty. Remembering the two bowls of iced desserts on the table, he hurried to taste a small spoonful.

He'd already tried the fruit jelly many times before; the taste was as refreshing and invigorating as ever, with the strong mint infusion giving the jelly its soul, becoming more enjoyable with each sip.

Having quenched his thirst, his eyes fell on the adjacent bowl of smooth, evenly-textured red bean soup.

After sitting for over ten minutes, the bowl was covered with tiny beads of moisture and mist, looking extremely refreshing and thirst-quenching.

Stirring with a metal spoon, he could clearly feel the thick, smooth texture of the red bean soup. Hidden at the bottom were numerous melted red bean fragments and small white balls resembling the mochi balls in their domestic red bean soup.

Taking a taste, a faint osmanthus fragrance blossomed in his mouth.

Not expecting much at first, his eyes widened with disbelief.

Moreover, the sweetness of the red bean soup was perfectly balanced, unlike Western desserts that are throat-choking sweet. It was a subtle hint, with much of the sweetness seemingly emanating from the red beans themselves.

The red bean fragments were almost completely cooked down, requiring no chewing. With a gentle press of the tongue, they became red bean paste in the mouth, washed down by the cold sweet water.

After swallowing, a faint floral scent lingered in his mouth, leaving a long-lasting aftertaste.

"The floral aroma is so unique; it seems perfect for pairing with desserts, definitely creating an extraordinary new flavor!!"

"And the handling of these beef tenderloin strips, how is the beef made so tender, it's amazing!"

A simple yet extraordinary buffet breakfast completely opened a new world for him.

Leaning back in his chair, patting his full stomach, he already began to look forward to what surprises lunch would bring him.

Lin Chen had long forgotten about him, busy replenishing dishes and having no time to worry about many trivial matters.

Compared to the surprise of breakfast, lunch felt somewhat familiar to Nagishiro Sho, as many dishes were from the bento Ai had brought back before, only the freshly fried and eaten dishes tasted much more fragrant than reheated ones.

After two meals, his chef's intuition told him that the true culinary skills of the Great Xia chef were probably far beyond this.

To truly witness his culinary prowess, a difficult challenge at dinner would be necessary.

Not being scheduled for dinner tonight was a good thing; it at least gave him plenty of time to think about how to set a challenging task.

He didn't idle away the afternoon, visiting a farm to tour, acquiring a farm produce manual, and then searching online for Great Xia cuisine videos at night, looking for challenging dishes.

While searching, classic dishes like the Manchu Han Imperial Feast and ancient court cuisine suddenly caught his eye.

His eyes lit up.

"Perfect, this is it!"

...

Thursday evening, around four or five.

Nagishiro Sho drove his car to the restaurant parking lot, opened the trunk, and looked at the several large boxes inside with eyes full of excitement and anticipation.

After a day and night of consideration, he finally settled on the type of dish he wanted the Great Xia chef to make.

"Good afternoon, may I borrow a cart? My ingredients are quite heavy and difficult to carry."

"Yes, sir. Right away."

Dais took out her walkie-talkie and called out a few words. Lucas casually walked over with a cart from the back, following the man to the car trunk.

Upon seeing the several large boxes in front of him, he raised an eyebrow and was somewhat speechless.

"Sir, can you eat all these ingredients by yourself?"

"Of course, not just me alone."

Nagishiro Sho smiled at him, "You must be aware of my identity by now. Your hotel manager, Mr. Wang, has already arranged for my dinners over the next few days, and for convenience, the remaining two spots will be filled by Mr. Wang and his guests."

"So, it's the amount for six people. If there's any left, it can be used the next day."

Lucas gave him a sideways glance, nodded quietly, and reached for the big boxes.

He hadn't expected this little foreign chef's status to be quite high, allowing President Wang to book the place for several consecutive days.

Though he certainly didn't believe President Wang was doing it to entertain him specially.