Chapter 485

"What's the matter, manager Zhang?" Seeing her expression, the cooks were even more afraid to eat.

Other cooks who ate wonton made by Meng kitchen laughed, "what else can happen? It must not be delicious!"

Manager Zhang couldn't seem to hear what they were saying and swallowed.

Then he looked down at the wonton in his hand for a long time, scooped up one and blew it, and sent it to his mouth.

Everyone noticed whether it was delicious or not?

Another kitchen helper looked at his colleague and bit his teeth and ate wonton.

Then the expression was very shocked and became complex, "this, this wonton..."

"Don't do this. What's the smell?" The cook who watched couldn't look anymore and asked anxiously, "everyone showed this expression. Can't you speak anymore?"

"It's delicious." Manager Zhang finally spoke.

Her voice choked. "It reminds me of the wonton made by my grandmother when I was a child. It also tastes like this."

After eating several helpers without saying a word, he nodded and said, "when I was a child, my family was very poor, and I could only eat meat for a few months. After I paid for the meat, my mother would pick a good piece and chop it into meat stuffing, then wrap it in thin leather, and make a bowl of wonton for me..."

"My mother has been away for several years." The chef said, and couldn't help crying, "I didn't expect I could eat my mother's taste today..."

Other cooks were stunned.

People in every region have different tastes. Even wonton, a very humble pasta, is hard for everyone to eat.

But now, they have a taste of 'home' from Yan Shu's wonton.

Seeing that there were many wontons on the table, with a curious attitude, several cooks took them up to eat.

Soon, the mood became like that of manager Zhang and them.

Eating wonton, it seems that I was tired of playing with my colleagues when I was a child. My mother in an apron stood at the door and shouted, "still wild, will you come back for dinner? My mother wrapped wonton for you today, and if you don't come back, eat it for my father!"

"Miss Ru." A cook asked Yan Shu, "this wonton is useless for you. Why is it so delicious that everyone tastes like 'home'?"

Yan Shu smiled, "I'm just a bowl of ordinary wonton, so I don't need soup."

"What did you add to the flour when you just mixed it?" Someone asked.

"This is a necessary seasoning for every family. It's also very cheap."

Yan Shu picked up the seasoning bottle on the kitchen counter and shook it at everyone. "Before, flour was not so fine, and meat was also very expensive. Parents would work hard on flour in order to make their children have a better appetite."

When the kitchen helper ate wonton and cried about missing his mother, Meng kitchen thought, is it so delicious?

He doesn't think Yan Shu can cook better than herself.

So when we chatted, chef Meng picked up a bowl of wonton, scooped up one, blew it, and then ate it.

Silence for a few seconds, and then eat the second.

Meng Chu silently finished eating a bowl of wonton. He didn't know when his eyes were red.

Seeing Yan Shu drying seasoning, Meng kitchen knew where he lost.