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Yuan Zhou was very focused when he was cooking. Yin ya was the only one who had the privilege to take a look at Yuan Zhou when he was cooking.

Of course, Qin Minghao didn't feel any joy at all. He was thinking about the dishes he had just ordered.

"I wonder how good the dishes here can be. They should be about the same as the dishes made by a three star Michelin chef. They're so famous." Qin Minghao thought to himself.

For some reason, many people were blindly chasing after Michelin chefs.

It was just like how many people thought that the watch-making industry was strong overseas, but they really did not believe that a certain famous watch brand's basic design director was Chinese.

If the three Michelin stars knew Qin Minghao's thoughts, they would all want to ask him to let them go. They would still have hope and hope to compete with Chu Xiao. Compared to Yuan Zhou, it was a small matter to make them doubt their lives. Compared to the Mariana Trench, they still felt that the trench was more amiable. No matter how deep it was, it still had an end. However, there was no such thing here in Yuan Zhou's case.

Every time one felt that they had fully understood Yuan Zhou's strength, they would soon find that he had improved. This was really ... An indescribable feeling.

Qin Minghao's mind seemed to be running a marathon, but in fact, it didn't take long. The first dish was served very quickly. It was lung-filling explosion.

The dish itself wouldn't take long to be served. It could be brought out directly because the lungs filled with blood was not only in Tibetan cuisines, but also in Xinjiang cuisines. It was a special dish of the uywus, with a slightly different name and preparation method.

For example, this Tibetan dish was fried with something wrapped in it. In order to ensure the fresh taste, Yuan Zhou had indeed prepared the lungs in advance. However, the process of frying was just completed. Therefore, it took two minutes and the dish was still steaming hot.

The unique fragrance of the fried oil filled the tip of one's nose, making one's mouth salivate. Even Qin Minghao, who had a skeptical and uncertain attitude at the beginning, couldn't help but sniffle when he smelled this fragrance.

"It smells so good!" Qin Minghao said in a low voice.

Then, he focused his attention on the dish. This dish was made of goat's lung, but he didn't smell the goat's smell yet. The burnt smell was real.

He picked up a piece with his chopsticks. It was about the size of half a palm. This should be considered a relatively large dish. However, because of the delicate arrangement, there were no traces of roughness. On the contrary, he felt that it looked very good. At least, Qin Minghao thought so.

"Ka Cha!"

After taking a bite, the outside was crispy and charred, while the inside was fresh but not greasy. There was even a little tenderness because the freshness of the Lamb, the fragrance of the flour, and the butter blended perfectly together, making it very delicious.

The deep-fried till the lungs was originally a cold dish, but Yuan Zhou made some improvements to it and felt that it could better reflect its fresh taste when eaten hot.

"Huh? I didn't expect it to be so delicious!" It was the first time Qin Minghao had hot food. He used to eat cold food. After all, they were cold dishes.

He had grown up alone with difficulty, so naturally, he had no elders to make him anything to eat. This dish was something he could eat in a restaurant in the future, so it was naturally cold.

As it had just been fried, although Yuan Zhou had counted the time, the slight scalding still made people feel hot and reluctant to put it down.

"Hiss ... It's so hot, it's delicious." Qin Minghao sighed with emotion as he ate. He felt that the chopsticks in his hands were in the way, so he directly reached out and grabbed the food with his hands.

In the Tibetan region, people used their hands as utensils to eat Daddi, highland barley cakes, or beef and mutton. Therefore, Qin Minghao felt that his hands were the most reliable. After using the chopsticks, he felt that everything was slow and delayed his eating.

Of course, it didn't last long before it was gone. The plate was empty. He thought that his hands would be covered in oil when he touched the empty plate, but there wasn't any. There wasn't even any oil stains, let alone any residue that would have fallen off after the explosion.

"This boss Yuan is a little stingy. Not only is the portion small, but there's also no residue left. He really doesn't let those who like to lick the plate live." Qin Minghao muttered softly.

Then, his attention was attracted by the young man standing next to him. He saw that the originally Jade-white chicken was dipped in a special sauce, and the bright red color immediately dyed the original single piece of chicken. The beautiful color made people think that the taste of the chicken should be quite good without even trying it.

"The chicken looks like good stuff too." Qin Minghao stared at it a few times.

This caused the young man beside him to feel his very hot gaze and immediately move the plate and dipping sauce to his side reflexively. This was a habitual action.

Although they had never met Wu Hai, the tradition of snatching dishes at master chef Restaurant would make every new customer learn to protect their dishes quickly.

Qin Minghao was a little baffled. Was he afraid that he would snatch it?

Qin Minghao looked at the chicken again before turning his head around.""Boiled chicken is just like that. I heard that braised chicken is pretty good. Why don't we order one after we finish eating?"

In fact, Qin Minghao had never eaten chicken before. He didn't know why, but he had a habit of thinking that chicken was definitely not delicious. He could accept beef and mutton, he ate a lot of pork, and he had no problem eating duck, but he didn't like chicken.

This was the first time Qin Minghao had the urge to eat chicken, so he decided to satisfy his stomach's needs. After all, he had earned a lot of money to make himself live a better life.

Without waiting for Qin Minghao to imagine the taste of the chicken, his next dish was served. It was blood sausage.

This dish was a specialty of the North and could be found in many places. Some ethnic minorities, such as the Manchurians, would even use the White meat blood sausage as a tribute to the sacrifice.

Of course, Tibetan blood sausages were different. They used the best yak meat and cow blood. Seeing such a beautiful color, Qin Minghao knew that the Yak meat used was definitely of top quality.

"Don't tell me you're hugging and gnawing on this?" Qin Minghao was puzzled.

The blood sausages were about the length of a forearm and were placed in a circle on a snow-white plate. They were surrounded by a circle of green vine-like branches. There were no other decorations except for this. The red, white, and green looked good together, but no matter how beautiful it was, it would not be good if it was not cut.

With the deliciousness of the lung-filling explosion from before, Qin Minghao didn't complain about anything. Instead, he frowned slightly and reached out his hand, intending to take a bite.

However, when Qin Minghao's fingers touched the blood sausage, the blood sausage scattered like dominoes with the slight force of his fingers.

Then, he felt as if there was a flower blooming in front of him. The petals slowly opened. At first, it was just a flower bud, but slowly, the petals continued to open until it bloomed into a Rubus. The blossoming posture made people feel that this was definitely the best moment of a flower's life.

The blood-red color contrasted with the Emerald green vines that looked like branches and leaves, like red flowers blooming in the green bushes.

"Art?" Qin Minghao sighed with emotion.

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