Food: Starting with Wonton Noodles

Zhou Yu never expected that even after several days, his little nephew would still be so attached to the yogurt and oatmeal that his mother, Zhou Meiying, had taken away.

That must be an incredible obsession with food.

He silently clicked to accept the task; there was no other way, he figured he might as well take the reward.

Besides, it was you who relaxed, sister, by letting your son come all by himself.

Zhou Yu looked at Linlin with some pity.

As for Lin Wenhui, Zhou Yu really couldn't understand why his wish was always to eat one more bowl.

But considering his meager allowance and his wife A-Qing's cooking skills, Zhou Yu understood.

He glanced at Lin Wenhui with pity.

Lin Wenhui felt uncomfortable under his gaze and said, "What?"

"Would you like another bowl? There's quite a lot of double-skin milk pudding." Zhou Yu pushed a bowl of double-skin milk pudding towards him.

Zhou Yu cooked nine bowls, originally thinking that if Liang Ding wanted to give some to others, there would be a surplus, so there were four bowls left over.

"It's so delicious, I want some even without you saying so!" Lin Wenhui said without hesitation.

"Uncle, I want another bowl too!" Linlin shouted impatiently.

He had already finished his bowl, but he dared not speak because of the promise he made to Zhou Yu at home.

Seeing that Lin Wenhui had also eaten an extra bowl, he became anxious.

Zhou Yu handed him another bowl of double-skin milk pudding and said, "Don't eat so fast. Xin Xin just asked Uncle Liang to order some snacks for you. Don't be too full to eat later."

Hearing Zhou Yu mention her, Liang Xinxin proudly puffed out her chest and said in a mature tone, "Yes, little brother Linlin, you should try the little rabbits and swans my dad makes later, they're delicious."

She began to change her opinion of Zhou Yu. This handsome uncle wasn't as annoying as his nephew.

Perhaps because Liang Ding placed the order himself, the three desserts were served very quickly.

The so-called little rabbit, little lion, and little swan are actually coconut milk rabbit, swan pastry, and lion pastry, respectively.

Liang Xinxin impatiently pushed the pastry in front of Linlin and said, "Look, isn't this cute that my dad made?"

As she spoke, she poked the coconut milk rabbit's bottom with her finger, and the rabbit's bottom bounced and moved.

This made Liang Xinxin giggle.

When Linlin saw it, his eyes lit up. He didn't mind that Liang Xinxin had poked the rabbit with her finger, and he picked up the rabbit and put it directly into his mouth.

He mumbled, "Delicious!"

After swallowing it all, he remembered Zhou Yu and picked up another one, handing it to Zhou Yu: "Uncle! This little rabbit is delicious! You should have some too!"

Zhou Yu: "Uncle won't eat this. This is for you children. You eat it."

Following Zhou Yu outside, Linlin showed a strong spirit of sharing. Seeing that Zhou Yu wasn't eating, he put some in Liang Xinxin's bowl: "Here, have some. Your dad's cooking is really delicious!"

Liang Xinxin smiled even more happily. Seeing that Linlin admitted that her father's swan pastries were delicious, she suddenly felt that this watermelon-headed guy wasn't so bad after all.

She also picked up a lion-shaped pastry and put it in Linlin's bowl: "Then you eat this. This little lion is a little bigger than the little swan."

Incidentally, she finally came to terms with the fact that Zhou Yu's double-skin milk pudding was delicious.

She happily grabbed another bowl of double-skin milk pudding and started drinking it. It smelled so good!

She decided to list Zhou Yu's double-skin milk as the best she had ever tasted. Well, her father's desserts were also the most beautiful and delicious!

Seeing the two kids secretly competing, Zhou Yu wanted to add insult to injury: Actually, these desserts were made by your father's men, not by your father.

Just as the two children were happily eating, a greasy-faced, overweight chef, who looked to be in his fifties, walked over.

"Master Ding, the chefs downstairs just prepared another round of dishes, but we're not entirely satisfied with them. Would you like to try making them again?"

Liang Ding, who had been wearing a constant smile like Maitreya Buddha, stiffened upon hearing this.

"Even golden coin chicken isn't allowed?"

"I've tried them all, but the flavors aren't anything special. There is one chef who made a new version of Taishi Snake Soup that does have some flavor, though..."

He didn't continue, but Liang Ding understood what he meant.

Taishi Snake Soup naturally requires the use of snake.

If it's a private kitchen, that's fine, but in a large restaurant, it's not like you can just use farmed snakes and be okay.

As mentioned earlier, the current sluggish catering environment has also affected Shunyilou.

Shunyi Restaurant has seen a significant decrease in high-end banquets this year compared to previous years.

Therefore, this month Liang Ding has gathered all the chefs together to come up with new menus to stimulate customer traffic.

Liang Ding's first thought was to use currently obsolete traditional kung fu dishes and lost recipes as gimmicks to create a new set of banquet menus targeting the high-end market.

It's already October, and as winter approaches, the demand for various gatherings and group meals will increase.

Therefore, for Liang Ding, the tasting and menu finalization this month will directly determine whether the restaurant will serve congee or rice this year.

(Eating porridge or rice, a Cantonese slang term, meaning whether one is doing well or not)

Liang Ding had already tasted and decided on the other dishes, but the main course was still undecided.

Xin Xin suddenly said, "Dad, you could make double-skin milk pudding the main dish."

Although she didn't understand anything, she roughly knew that her father was worried about the menu for the new cuisine.

After Linlin graciously devoured the three desserts her father prepared, she also completely opened her heart and genuinely liked Zhou Yu's double-skin milk pudding.

In her opinion, her father didn't need to be overthinking things.

First of all, the little rabbit is both beautiful and delicious, as are the little lion and the little swan, making three dishes in total.

Now, you can also add Zhou Yu's double-skin milk pudding, which is both delicious and fun.

Hmm, she kept rubbing the two layers of skin on the double-skin milk pudding, which was very relaxing and edible.

"Yes, it's my uncle's double-skin milk pudding! It's delicious!"

Hearing Liang Xinxin's praise, Linlin, with her mouth full of crumbs from pastry, also started praising Zhou Yu.

He adores his uncle; he always gets to eat when he's with his uncle, so he has to flatter him. He even hopes to go out with his uncle to play (and eat) next time.

Hearing Liang Xinxin's childlike words, Liang Ding smiled again.

But it did remind Liang Ding that since Zhou Yu liked cooking traditional dishes so much, he should have some knowledge of other traditional dishes.

He hadn't asked before, mainly because he was limited by Zhou Yu's double-skin milk pudding and He Jiafu's boastful wonton noodles, and hadn't thought of this.

It's not that He Jiafu didn't want to boast, but his knowledge of Zhou Yu was limited to wonton noodles.

In particular, Lin Wenhui often said that Zhou Yu's other dishes were unpalatable, so He Jiafu only said that Zhou Yu was good at noodles and desserts.

"Brother Yu, I really need to ask you. If my daughter hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten that you're good at traditional dishes."