pinnacle of basketball

Chapter 688

The Chinese restaurant at this time is the peak period for Chinese dining, and the waiter specially arranged quiet seats for the two of them in the back.

Su Mengyao carefully flipped through the menu, all of which were familiar Chinese cuisines, since she came to the United States, she hadn't had a good meal of her hometown's cuisine, and today she finally had the chance to have a meal, so naturally she wanted to order some specialties of her hometown.

"I want a pot of meat." The first dish Su Mengyao ordered went straight to the meat dish, and it was a very special pot of meat.

Meat in a pot?Mu Chenfeng felt like he hadn't heard this name for a long time, and when he saw the exquisite and delicious photo of the pot-packed meat on the menu, he started to "cuckoo" alone.

"Haha, you're hungry." Su Mengyao narrowed her eyes almost into a line, "I made you greet them so vigorously just now."

Su Mengyao made a rough estimate. It took Mu Chenfeng a full 400 minutes to walk the 30-meter-long street, so it's no wonder he wasn't hungry.

Upon learning of Mu Chenfeng's arrival, the owner of the restaurant even came to welcome him in person. The owner's surname is Zhang Mingxi. He used to be a three-star chef at a Michelin restaurant. Later, he came to Miami and opened this Chinese restaurant, which specializes in cooking Chinese food for the Chinese in Miami.

Although Zhang Xi is from BJ, he searched all over Chinese cuisine when he was young, and he has studied all the "eight major cuisines". As long as he enters this restaurant, there is no dish that he cannot cook.

Zhang Xi was very excited when he learned of Mu Chenfeng's arrival, and recommended many special delicacies for Mu Chenfeng and Su Mengyao.

Not to mention, the dishes recommended by Zhang Xi all touched Su Mengyao's heart, there were as many as 10 dishes.

After hearing Zhang Xi's recommendation, Mu Chenfeng hurriedly declined, "Boss, there are only two of us, so we can't eat that much."

He asked Su Mengyao to select two or three dishes that she wanted to eat more, but Su Mengyao chose and chose, and these dishes were all to her liking, and it was difficult to choose any one of them.

Seeing Su Mengyao's embarrassing look, Zhang Xi smiled and said, "It's really been away for too long, and the appetite came to me when I saw the dishes in my hometown. How about this? We only make small portions of each dish, so we won't be afraid of wasting it."

Just as Mu Chenfeng was about to speak, Su Mengyao preempted him, "Okay, okay."

Mu Chenfeng could only nod his head to express his acquiescence.

While waiting for the food, Mu Chenfeng looked around the environment of the restaurant. Even in the entire United States, the environment of this restaurant is one of the best. Mu Chenfeng and Su Mengyao have also been to several Chinese restaurants, and the tastes they made were not satisfactory. The so-called Chinese dishes that were prepared were vaguely mixed with the shadow of Western food, which was not authentic.

"I heard that this restaurant is the most authentic Chinese restaurant in the United States, and the taste should be good." Mu Chenfeng said slowly.

"I heard that the boss here is very good. He used to be a Michelin-starred chef, but it's a pity that we couldn't taste his craftsmanship." Su Mengyao was a little disappointed. It would be a lucky thing if he could have the opportunity to taste the Michelin-starred chef's craftsmanship. It's a pity that he is already the boss, so it is impossible to cook by himself.

The dishes were served very quickly. After a while, the first dish was served. From the perspective of color and aroma, it was perfect.

"Wow." Su Mengyao's saliva was almost drooling with excitement, this is the most beautiful pot-packed pork she has ever seen, the whole dish is attractive golden yellow, just looking at it makes her mouth water.

"I really didn't expect the chefs here to be so good." Su Mengyao said as she picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and put it in her mouth. The meat made a crisp sound in her mouth, and the taste was even more delicious. "This is simply the best pot-packed meat I have ever eaten."

Su Mengyao shook her head, thinking about it.

Then one dish after another was brought to the table one after another. Every dish was of the highest quality, and it looked so good when it was placed there that it was unbearable to touch the chopsticks.

While the two were savoring carefully, Zhang Xi came out from the back kitchen wearing a clean white chef uniform.

"You made this dish?" Su Mengyao asked excitedly.

Zhang Xi nodded slightly, "Yes, how does it taste?"

It turned out that the chef from Samsung was cooking the food himself, Su Mengyao was excited and said incoherently, "It's delicious, it's delicious."

Zhang Xi cooked a total of ten dishes for the two of them. Surprisingly, after cooking so many dishes, the chef's uniform on his body was as white as ever, without any oil stains.

"Thank you very much." Mu Chenfeng stood up and paid respects to Zhang Xi.

The waiter at the side interrupted and said, "Our boss has never put on a chef's uniform and been in the kitchen since he opened this restaurant. You are the first guest to let his old man cook by himself."

"Who are you talking about the old man?" Zhang Xi retorted. This year, Zhang Xi is already 56 years old, but his energy and spirit do not tell his age at all, and he is no different from someone in his 40s.

In the entire Chinatown of the United States, there is only Zhang Xi, a Michelin-star chef, but no one has ever tasted his craftsmanship. Today, he really deserves his reputation.

"Now you are the pride of our Chinese people. It is my honor to cook you a meal." Zhang Xi, like other Chinese people, is a fan of Mu Chenfeng. He is fortunate to see his country and city fully representing his country and his city for the championship. The "double" emotion is stronger than that of ordinary people.

Zhang Xi is a person who has witnessed the history of Chinese basketball. He has been a fan of the Chinese team since he was 12 years old. He has seen the peaks and troughs of Chinese basketball. With the growth of age and the decline of Chinese basketball in those years, he has less and less time to pay attention to basketball.

"All Chinese people are looking forward to the moment when you lift up the championship trophy." Zhang Xi expressed his inner thoughts.

Suddenly, Mu Chenfeng felt that the burden on his body was heavy.

"Senior, how do you cook so many dishes without getting any stains on your body?" Mu Chenfeng asked, looking at Zhang Xi's white chef uniform.

Zhang Xi smiled, "Concentrate." Zhang Xi's answer was concise and powerful.

"As long as you focus, you can do things to the extreme. Since the day I became a chef, my body has never been stained with a single bit of oil." Speaking of this, Zhang Xi is quite proud in his heart. Every time he enters the back kitchen, he concentrates all his attention on cooking. As long as he concentrates, the stains will naturally not splash on his body.

focus! ! !These two words have profound meanings to Mu Chenfeng, and he also needs a certain amount of time to digest and comprehend them.

After the meal, Mu Chenfeng went to pay the bill, but Zhang Xi proposed the idea of ​​a face order. Mu Chenfeng disagreed and insisted on paying the bill.

Zhang Xi couldn't resist Mu Chenfeng, and said, "In this case, you owe me this meal. If you win the championship, the meal fee will be waived. If you fail to win the championship, come back and give me the money."

Mu Chenfeng accepted Zhang Xi's proposal, said goodbye to everyone, and left Chinatown.

(End of this chapter)