Chapter 553: Let You Open a Gourmet Restaurant, You Open for Business at 3 AM

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

As a proud Head Chef, he could not accept his signature dish being beaten by an unknown chef.

Although he had already tasted Lu Feng's Lion's Head yesterday, since it had been left for quite a while, it was already a bit cold when he tasted it.

Although he thought the taste was quite good, it did not give him a feeling of being amazed, and he did not feel it could surpass his own Swedish Meatballs.

He came to Lu Family Restaurant today intending to taste it again properly, to see exactly where his own Swedish Meatballs differed from Lu Feng's.

"Alright, sir, please wait a moment, I'll bring it out right away."

Hu Xiaoyun smiled and nodded, her fingers flying over the ordering machine a few times, then she turned and quickly walked into the kitchen.

Yang Zhenguang's gaze passed through the kitchen's transparent glass window, and he saw Lu Feng busy inside the kitchen.

Lu Feng wore a simple white chef's uniform, focusing on tossing the wok, the ingredients inside tumbling constantly under his proficient movements, carrying an inexplicable sense of rhythm.

Yang Zhenguang originally wanted to greet Lu Feng, after all, today he had come to his territory, he should let the other party know to some extent.

But then he changed his mind, his visit today carried some ill intentions, greeting him would instead seem somewhat awkward.

After thinking it over and hesitating for a moment, Yang Zhenguang still gave up on this plan.

He just regarded himself as an ordinary customer, eat and leave, that was Yang Zhenguang's thought.

And Lu Feng in the kitchen was now fully immersed in cooking, not noticing Yang Zhenguang standing at the counter at all.

He didn't even know that what he was about to take out of the pot and plate was the Lion's Head Yang Zhenguang himself had ordered.

"Sir, your Lion's Head is ready, please enjoy."

Hu Xiaoyun carried a tray out of the kitchen again, looking at Yang Zhenguang and smiling as she spoke.

Yang Zhenguang nodded, took the tray, walked into the hall, found a relatively satisfactory seat, and sat down.

He put the tray on the table, leaned his body slightly forward, and began to carefully examine the two portions of Lion's Head before him from a chef's professional perspective.

The Red Braised Lion's Head was as big as a fist, its surface covered with a thick sauce, red with brightness, glistening with oil, and some finely chopped green onions were sprinkled on top of the Lion's Head; its appearance looked quite good.

Looking at that portion of Clear Stewed Lion's Head, the soup was clear to the bottom, without a trace of oiliness, the Lion's Head floated in the soup, its color paler than the Red Braised Lion's Head, and one could vaguely see water chestnut pieces mixed inside the Lion's Head, looking very refreshing.

Although Yang Zhenguang was not a gourmet who made a living from tasting, he had been immersed in Western cuisine for over twenty years, and as a professional chef, he had long since engraved the art of tasting into his professional instincts.

To him, the quality of a dish, from appearance, texture, to mouthfeel and seasoning, every detail escaped his professional scrutiny.

Yang Zhenguang picked up the small spoon on the tray and gently cut into the texture of the Clear Stewed Lion's Head.

He encountered little resistance; the Lion's Head was extremely tender.

He scooped up a piece with the spoon, along with some clear soup, and slowly sent it into his mouth.

As soon as it entered his mouth, Yang Zhenguang's pupils shrank slightly.

The Lion's Head in his mouth did not have the heavy seasoning of expected home cooking, only pure, extreme freshness and fragrance.

The plumpness of the Lion's Head meat and the crisp tenderness of the water chestnut formed a wonderful sense of layering; the fatty and lean meat in the meatball blended just right, carrying the fresh fragrance of top-grade pork itself.

The soup slid down his throat, warm, moist, and cleanly sweet, not greasy, carrying the taste of the ingredients themselves, setting off the meat fragrance even more purely.

"... Indeed, very delicious."

Yang Zhenguang savored the Lion's Head in his mouth, his voice carrying a hint of sigh.

Although his praise was very restrained, he could not hide the shock in his eyes.

The Clear Stewed Lion's Head before him, in his view, used only the simplest seasoning and preparation, yet made the taster feel the ultimate balance of taste.

Next, he no longer spoke, completely immersed in the delicious feeling these two portions of Lion's Head brought him.

At some point, the clamor around seemed to disappear.

Yang Zhenguang seemed to be isolated from the outside world by an invisible barrier; his world had only the two plates of extremely delicious Lion's Head before him, and he could only feel the deliciousness constantly spreading in his mouth.

Yang Zhenguang had forgotten that this time he came to Lu Family Restaurant to find flaws in Lu Feng's dishes.

He even forgot that he was the Head Chef of Sunshine Garden Western Restaurant.

At this moment, he was just a diner completely conquered by the deliciousness of food, immersed in the pure pleasure brought by gourmet food.

The Lion's Head before Yang Zhenguang rapidly decreased at an extremely fast speed.

When he swallowed the last piece of Red Braised Lion's Head, Yang Zhenguang finally slowly came back to his senses.

He subconsciously licked his lips, savoring the delightful deliciousness just now, with a look of lingering satisfaction.

Before him, only an empty plate and a stew pot remained.

The sauce in the plate and the soup in the stew pot, not a bit was left, enough to show how engrossed he had been eating just now.

Yang Zhenguang raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the still extremely lively hall.

The diners' faces all wore extremely satisfied smiles, seemingly not caring at all about the gap between this place's environment and the Western restaurant next door.

At this moment, Yang Zhenguang suddenly felt enlightened.

His upscale Western restaurant had a spacious and bright hall, exquisite decoration, exquisite tableware, and a professional pianist playing classical music, and the service was meticulous.

Yet even so, they still lost miserably in the direct confrontation with Lu Family Restaurant.

Lu Family Restaurant, relying merely on this small space not even as large as his own kitchen, could make diners flock to it.

He had originally always been unable to understand the reason.

Today after carefully tasting Lu Feng's culinary skills at Lu Family Restaurant, he understood: the answer was in the dishes he made.

True deliciousness was enough to make people overlook the shortcomings of environment and service, striking straight into the depths of the human soul.

Every diner who came to Lu Family Restaurant to eat was not there to enjoy any exquisite atmosphere.

Their purpose was as pure as could be: just to taste this ultimate taste experience.

In the face of ultimate deliciousness, all those external factors are simply not worth mentioning.

That Lu Feng can produce such a perfect flavor — let alone in this small restaurant —

even if he merely set up a stall on Food Street, he would still draw all the customers to his side.

"To make home-style dishes reach this kind of perfect flavor, this Boss surnamed Lu's culinary skill truly far surpasses my level."

Yang Zhenguang turned his head and glanced at Lu Feng's figure in the Kitchen, sighing in a low voice: "I lost, lost with complete conviction."