While Liang Mengqi and others were just having dinner, it finally came to the blond man's turn. On entering the restaurant, he was shocked.
"Is it braised chicken? It smells good. What kind of chicken is this?"
The man with blond hair named Pearson. He was in the catering department, which was admittedly unpromising, but he was interested in it. Sparing no efforts at university, he came out in front of the study of catering, catering management, cooking techniques, nutritional diet, pastry making, and food reviews in his year.
He had been working for Michelin for five years since he was directly recommended by his university after graduation. He had been to every famous place in the world and even among the food agents, he was an authoritative figure.
The more authoritative he was, the stricter he became. He worked conscientiously, having the ability to distinguish between well-cooked and poorly-cooked food. Besides, he could explain why it was delicious or not.
In the past five years, he recommended dozens of Michelin-starred restaurants and disqualified more than a dozen Michelin restaurants.
He was really loved and hated by people.
In Zhang Han's restaurant, however, he was completely stunned and felt that he knew nothing at all.
The egg-fried rice was so savory, and he did not why the noodles in noodle soup were as fine as hair and tasted fantastic. Furthermore, he drank three cups of milk at noon on account of its fragrance.
It was the thing that happened to him for the first time.
Now, his stomach could not help growling when he smelled the aroma of chicken in the air.
It smelt so good! It was too exaggerating!
"What kind of chicken is it?" Pearson said involuntarily.
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"How can it be so fragrant?"
"Is it an Australorp?"
"Or is it a Bresse Chicken?"
Australorp was introduced from Italy during the period of the Republic of China. It had black and shiny feathers, black beak, shins and toes. Its soles of the feet were white and wings were strong enough to fly. It was good in quality and was delicious.
Bresse Chicken was a kind of chicken produced in the Bresse region of eastern France. It had the bright red crest, white feathers and blue steel feet, whose color was similar to the French flag. Therefore, it was reputed as France's national chicken. It was recognized as the chicken of the best quality in the world. The dominant character was its tender meat, which was soft and juicy, as if it were about to melt.
There were some chickens that were famous for their fragrance now, of which only a few were better. However, it seemed that neither Australorp nor Bresse Chicken had the same fragrance as the chicken in the restaurant!
At this time, Zhao Feng reluctantly ate the last piece of chicken. After hearing the man's words, he turned to him and said, "This is just a common native chicken."
"No way!" Pearson arched an eyebrow. He was serious about professional knowledge, so he retorted, "I'm very clear about the taste of native chickens, this kind of chicken's flavor is not strong but slightly introverted, but the scent in the air is heavy. There are three ways for the fragrance to waft: respectively, the Maillard reaction between amino acids and reducing sugars, the thermal decomposition of fat..."
Pearson had studied about chicken's flavor before, so he could drone on for 10 minutes.
But some other people were reluctant to listen to his long speech.
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Godly Stay-Home Dad (01-200)
RomanceI uploaded it for offline reading purposes. credits to the original author and translator. _________________________________ Hero Zhang Han was frustrated in life originally, but he stepped into the Cultivation World by a stroke of luck. Possessing...