gourmet food

Chapter 149 "Ghost Hand" Amoy Tiantian
While Mu Qing was still discussing with everyone, Fujiwara Saburo's motorcade was still on its way.

In the compartment of Saburo Fujiwara, besides the driver, there was another person sitting with him in the back row. This person had dark skin and a square face, and he was playing skillfully with a small knife in his hand.

"Tousang, I'm leaving it to you this time. After you win the championship, I will announce a series of plans, including your appointment as the executive chef of the new hotel in Chengdu."

Saburo Fujiwara said to the person sitting next to him with a serious face.

If Mu Qing were here, she would definitely recognize this person as Tao Tiantian, nicknamed "Ghost Hand", who is famous for his extremely fast hand speed.

Moreover, he had just won the championship of the Escoffier Young Chef Competition, and was instantly popular. It is said that his cooking skills are equally good in Western food and Chinese food, and everyone who has seen his work praises him.

"Mr. Fujiwara, didn't you also send Miss Jiexiang and Mr. Koyama to compete? Don't you have confidence in them?" Tao Tiantian asked after turning the knife in a circle on the back of his hand.

"Haha, I know about Jie Xiang and Xiao Shan's cooking skills, but there is still a big gap compared with Tao Sang. And from the beginning, I bought your hotel just for you, Tao Sang.

If your old club hadn't held on to your contract and refused to let go, I wouldn't have made such a move. The treatment and other additional conditions we mentioned before remain unchanged.

Now you can add another thing, that is, after working in the new hotel for 5 years, you will own 20% of the shares of the new hotel. "

Saburo Fujiwara touched his mustache and said with a sincere smile.

"20% of the shares, are you sure?" Tao Tiantian stopped turning the knife in his hand, and his eyes shifted to Fujiwara Saburo's face to confirm whether he was joking.

"Haha, what I, Fujiwara Saburo, said has never changed. This is an additional contract. Take a look." Fujiwara Saburo took out a stack of paper from the briefcase next to him and handed it over.

Tao Tiantian immediately put the knife into his pocket, and then examined it carefully.

When Tao Tiantian was reading the contract, Saburo Fujiwara suddenly asked: "Have you seen the photos I sent you that night?"

"Photo? Are you talking about the photo of omelette rice?" Tao Tiantian turned over a page of paper and asked after a pause.

"That's it. What do you think after seeing it?" Fujiwara Saburo closed his eyes, seeming to be thinking about something, and the fingers of his right hand beat regularly on his leg.

Tao Tiantian stopped looking at the contract. After thinking for a moment, he didn't answer immediately. Instead, he took out his phone from his pocket and clicked on the photo again.

Then I enlarged the photo and stared at different locations back and forth for more than [-] seconds before putting the phone back in my pocket.

"Which aspect do you mean? Cooking skills or ingredients?" Tao Tiantian turned to look at Saburo Fujiwara and asked.

"Let's talk about it, I want to hear your opinion." Fujiwara Saburo still closed his eyes, but the movements of his hands and legs began to speed up.

Tao Tiantian pondered for a while and then said: "If you look at the ingredients alone, they should be the top quality ingredients, which can be seen from the luster of the eggs.

Judging from the size and fineness of the rice grains below, it should be the specially supplied Wuchang rice.

The most special thing is the texture of the chicken. I have never seen such a complicated texture. There are actually snowflake patterns, and there is a hint of beef's snowflake shape.

This definitely doesn't happen with chicken, I've never seen or heard of chicken having this kind of texture. "

Having said this, Tao Tiantian became silent, frowning and starting to think about the strangeness.

A deep smile appeared on Saburo Fujiwara's face, his fingers stopped tapping, and he grabbed his knees tightly with his palms.

"As for the cooking skills, they seem to be quite average, nothing outstanding, but there is something unusual in this mediocrity.

The unusual thing about this is that it is so bland, so bland that it makes you feel a feeling that you can't ignore. This is the particularly contradictory thing. "

The more Tao Tiantian thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, so he took out his phone and checked again.

"I discovered this chef by accident. My conclusion was the same as yours at first, but..." Saburo Fujiwara opened his eyes immediately after saying this, with excitement flashing in his eyes.

"But what?" Tao Tiantian's hand holding the phone trembled and he immediately asked.

"But when I tasted that dish, I actually recalled my childhood." Fujiwara Saburo's eyes showed a look of reminiscence, full of yearning.

"Is the taste of the ingredients bringing back good memories? If this is the case, then the chef's cooking skills must be very good. Could it be made by a special chef?"

Saburo Fujiwara's words moved Tao Tiantian. Only a top chef can maximize the characteristics of the ingredients to produce such an effect.

"It's not the taste of the ingredients, oh, no, it should be the taste of the ingredients bursting out in the mouth, hiss..., it's not quite accurate, it should be..."

The wrinkles on Saburo Fujiwara's forehead became deeper and deeper as he recalled painfully.

Tao Tiantian became even more puzzled when he saw Fujiwara Saburo's expression. With Fujiwara Saburo's level of appreciation and taste, couldn't he still accurately describe the characteristics of the ingredients?

"I know you are confused, and so am I. It was a mysterious and mysterious taste, and when I just tasted it, it suddenly disappeared.

Its unique fragrance is like the temptation of a beautiful woman, giving you an inextricable feeling deep in your heart.

But I know very well that the existence of that flavor is absolutely independent of the ingredients themselves, but it is emitted by the ingredients.

When I tried to trace it again, it had disappeared. Until I finished the omelette rice, the smell never appeared again. "

Saburo Fujiwara's face was full of regret when he said this. It was indeed rare for such a look to appear on his face.

"Could this be your imagination? It sounds a bit fantasy. Is there a taste that your tongue can't taste or capture?"

Tao Tiantian asked in disbelief. If this sentence came from someone else's mouth, he would not believe it at all.

But what Saburo Fujiwara said is very credible. He is also the vice president of the Japan Food Association and has unique insights into the research and tasting of food.

But even so, Tao Tiantian still felt a little incredible, secretly thinking that Saburo Fujiwara might be delusional.

The disbelieving expression on Tao Tiantian's face could not be hidden from Fujiwara Saburo. He chuckled and said: "I knew you wouldn't believe it. I thought so too at the beginning. It was my illusion...

But when I ate the second dish, the egg fried rice, the taste suddenly appeared again, and it was so real and natural. "

"What? Are you telling the truth?" Tao Tiantian began to lose his composure and began to re-evaluate the matter in his heart...

(End of this chapter)