The hot July night is a little quieter, and the breeze blows from the woods not far away, and the slightest coolness pulls up the corners of people's mouths, and they feel the changes and charm of summer.
In addition to the natural freshness of the air, there is also a faint sour smell, with a little fragrance in the acid, a different kind of smell is quietly spreading, fusing many fragrances together, and a more charming fragrance is diffused.
"Please, creamy tomato bisque with your favorite black truffle."
Yang Mo placed the soup in front of the two of them, the orange-red soup had a strong tomato aroma, sweet and sour, and there were exquisite roses outlined by white cream.
"Wow!
It's beautiful!
Both exclaimed at the same time.
"Is this a rose?"
Zheng Xiuyan asked, pointing to latte art.
"White roses symbolize innocent friendship."
Yang Mo said with a smile.
"And love."
Zheng Xiuyan added in her heart, but she didn't say it, so as not to make the scene embarrassing.
Zheng Xiujing looked at Yang Mo in a daze, her eyes were looking forward to it, and her eyes were bright.
"Can I eat it?"
"Absolutely."
Zheng Xiujing gently scooped up a spoonful of soup on the edge and sent it to her mouth, the sweet, sour and salty taste instantly surrounded her taste buds, making her mind disarm and surrender, the special fragrance of the black truffle flowed like water, shallow flowing, and the aftertaste was sweet; Scoop up the creamy part, and the creamy and fragrant texture makes the taste even better, so I can't bear to put down the spoon and can only continue to eat!
While watching her sister taste it, Zheng Xiuyan, who wanted to know the result, couldn't help it, looking at her sister's appearance, she couldn't imagine what this soup tasted like, even if it was just a creamy tomato soup.
Yang Mo took advantage of the fact that the two of them were tasting the thick soup and walked back to the stove, and there was still the next dish to be made.
When Zheng Xiuyan scooped up a spoonful of soup and put it in her mouth, she couldn't help but let out an exclamation, and then looked at her sister with a surprised face: "It's delicious!"
” Zheng Xiujing looked over almost at the same time, and the sisters glanced at each other, and they also saw the intoxication and amazement in each other's eyes.
"Ahh Zheng Xiujing suddenly shouted, "I forgot to take pictures, it's a pity!"
” Zheng Xiuyan looked at the clean soup in front of her, and she was also frustrated, you know, when the soup was brought out, it was simply a work of art, and it was a pity that it was not photographed!
"The next dish must be shot!"
Just as the two sisters were drinking the soup, Yang Mo's next dish was already on the table, which was very simple, black truffle omelette.
Yang Mo beat the best eggs he bought, added chopped black truffles, plus other seasonings, heated olive oil in the pot, and the egg liquid went into the pot.
Even if it seems extremely simple, if you want to achieve Yang Mo's level, you can't do it without more than ten years of skill, as for why Yang Mo can do it?
Because he is Yang Mo.
There is only one plate of omelettes, and Yang Mo did not divide them into plates, because the whole appearance is the best, and it is not in a restaurant, everyone needs to eat it separately, and it is normal for the sisters to eat together.
"Please, black truffle omelette."
Yang Mo placed the omelette in front of the two of them, smiling.
"It's beautiful!"
This is probably the second most important thing the sisters need to say tonight, the most "it's delicious".
The omelette is golden brown and decorated with black truffles that look like black gold, and vegetables that can be eaten for garnish.
"Take a picture first!"
The two sisters picked up their mobile phones at the same time and looked at each other, for fear that someone would destroy the dishes first.
After taking the photo, you can eat it, Yang Mo was also about to turn around and leave, suddenly, Zheng Xiujing stopped the fork in her hand and raised her head to look at Yang Mo: "Yang Mo, there is still a little caviar here, you can eat it." ” Yang Mo looked at him, looked at Zheng Xiuyan, and found that the sisters were looking at themselves seriously, the meaning was obvious, that is, to share together, Yang Mo nodded, scooped up the caviar and put it in his mouth, his eyes narrowed slightly, the chef's sense of taste was more sensitive, and the taste tasted was more refined, and a grain of fish roe burst open in his mouth......
Yang Mo, who had eaten caviar, continued to cook the next dish, the staple food in Western food.
Look at this side again, the egg looks like it is not solidified, in fact, it is condensed with great elasticity, with a spoon, condensed but not scattered, scoop a spoon into the mouth and chew gently, soft and delicious, the ultimate egg fragrance and peculiar fragrance combined, it tastes like an egg, but it is not like an egg.
The staple after the side dish is the seven-ripe Kobe steak, which is one of the main reasons the two came here tonight, and the Kobe beef with a moderate thickness is fried in a pan.
The marbled lines of the fat and lean are gradually masked by the cooked beef, giving it a more tempting dark color of cooked meat, because it represents the food that is about to be eaten.
The steak is placed on a plate, drizzled with a sauce, sprinkled with the purchased salt flowers, and the residual heat imbues the flavor of the salt flowers into the steak, where the flavors of the two top ingredients blend together and complement each other, and a few slices of vegetables are topped with a few slices of vegetables.
For top chefs, cooking is an art, and cooking is like painting!
Exclaim, take a picture, and get moving!
"Hmm~" I can't speak anymore, so I won't say it.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
While the two were concentrating on tasting the food, Yang Mo began to make a vegetable salad, tomatoes, lettuce, black truffles, etc., shredded and sliced, put them in a bowl, add seasonings and mix well, and then serve them to the front of the table.
"Please, vegetable salad, no cucumbers."
It just so happened that after the steak was eaten, the next dish came up, and it was closely connected, it was a delicious bombardment, and the sisters had already disarmed and surrendered.
The two took a sip of champagne, and then looked at the vegetable salad, excellent appearance is the foundation, taking pictures is indispensable, fortunately the obsessive-compulsive disorder of the two is not so serious, otherwise there are two fewer photos of a table of dishes, and they will never be able to make it back, which will definitely make people crazy!
Desserts can only choose fruits, cakes and anything have no time, but even if it is fruit, it must be good-looking, mangoes, dragon fruits, and watermelons are cut into regular pieces, arranged alternately, and painted into a beautiful red, yellow and white three-color picture, which is definitely the gospel of obsessive-compulsive disorder, in fact, now Yang Mo is a little obsessive-compulsive, since it has been like this from the beginning, then it has been beautiful to the end!
The two of them as guests ate very happily, and after dessert was a cup of freshly ground coffee, which Yang Mo had ground before, and had been put there to filter.
"Whew-" The two took a sip of coffee and let out a long breath, tonight's dinner was really satisfied!
The two of them have eaten well, but Yang Mo has only eaten a bite of caviar so far, he is almost hungry, whether it is Yang Mo who is almost hungry, or Zheng Xiujing who is satisfied with eating, the two of them are not sleepy, and jet lag does not seem to be a difficult thing.
The two of them, who had eaten and drunk, found that Yang Mo had taken out flour from the refrigerator again, and they couldn't help but feel a burst of curiosity.
"Yang Mo, what else to do?"
Yang Mo turned his head to look at Zheng Xiujing, then turned around and continued to scoop out the flour: "The next bowl of noodles pads the stomach." ” Hearing Yang Mo's words, Zheng Xiuyan and Zheng Xiujing couldn't help blushing for a while, and patronized themselves to eat, but they forgot that Yang Mo, as the host, had been cooking food for them, and they had only eaten one bite so far, and they didn't have much stomach cushioning.
"Do you want us to help?"
Zheng Xiuyan stood up embarrassedly and prepared to go to the kitchen to see if there was anything that could help Yang Mo.
"No, just sit down, I'm fast."
As Yang Mo spoke, he had already begun to add warm salt water and knead the dough with eggs.
Perhaps sorry, the sisters looked left and right a little uncomfortably.
"Don't be sorry, I'm glad you can like my work, and if you don't feel comfortable, you can talk as if you were at home."
Yang Mo's words seemed to have some effect, and the sense of uneasiness just now seemed to have weakened a lot, and the sisters breathed a sigh of relief.
Just when the two were chatting, Yang Mo had already kneaded the dough and put it aside to wake up, and then walked to the sink to clean the dishes.
It was completely within the plan, Yang Mo, who had washed the dishes, began to boil water and ramen, put the noodles with seven buttons into the pot and boiled, prepared the noodle soup, and put it in the soup bowl.
Yang Mo has a large amount of rice and eats a lot, but considering that it is very late now, let's eat the amount of a soup bowl.
The white and yellowish noodles are placed in the milky white soup base, and the milk soup is full of flavor from the time you come back, and then a few slices of freshly fried beef, a few slices of blanched side dishes, and a bowl of fresh ramen are completed.
Yang Mo brought the noodles to the bar and sat down, sitting face to face with the two sisters, the chopsticks stirred twice in the noodles, and the aroma hidden in the soup exploded.
"Snorr."
Yang Mo sandwiched a chopstick noodle and sent it to his mouth, the noodles were strong, the soup was delicious and sweet, the corners of Yang Mo's mouth were slightly upturned, and sure enough, his skills were still so good.
"Goo."
Yang Mo raised his head and looked at the source of the sound, only to see Zheng Xiujing staring directly at the bowl of noodles in front of Yang Mo, completely looking like he was not full and wanted to eat.
"Haven't you had enough yet?"
Seeing her appearance, Yang Mo couldn't help but be stunned, you know, the previous Western meal was a lot, according to Yang Mo's thoughts, she should be full now, and her appetite should not be as strong as now.
"I want to eat!"
Zheng Xiuyan held her forehead slightly, a little embarrassed, after her sister got acquainted, she really didn't know how to see the outside.
"Xiujing, you've eaten so much, let Yang Mo eat with peace of mind."
Zheng Xiujing looked at Ernie, then at Yang Mo with a smile on his face, and finally reluctantly withdrew his gaze, looking pitiful and cute.
"Taste it."
Yang Mo pushed the noodle bowl forward, "But don't eat too much, you're already full, and it's not good for your body to eat again." ”