Under the guidance of the progress bar, Chen Mo cooked with ease, and a dish of mapo tofu identical to the recipe soon appeared in a disposable bowl used for the stall.

Mu Mu happily ducked back into the car, "Let me have a taste."

As soon as the chopsticks touched the tofu, just a slight bit of force crushed the whole piece of tofu.

Mu Mu had to switch to a spoon. The tofu quivered on the spoon, with the sauce evenly coating its surface without a single drop dripping off, stained with bits of minced beef.

She took a direct bite!

"Hiss... hiss!!!"

"See, haste makes waste when eating hot tofu."

Chen Mo brought a clean small bowl, "Spit it out."

Mu Mu glared at him, fanning her mouth with her small hand, grimacing and slurping for a long time before she finally swallowed the tofu with difficulty.

"It's scalding."

Although it burned her mouth, the lingering taste after eating wouldn't lie.

Numbing and spicy, fresh, and fragrant!

But being from Guangdong, the spicy limit for Mu Mu used to be Master Kong's braised beef noodles, so this mapo tofu was truly a bit beyond her endurance.

Just watching Mu Mu's face turning from pale white to fiery red at a visibly fast pace, she jumped out of the car with the tofu, "So spicy, so spicy!"

Was it really that spicy?

Chen Mo was a bit baffled; when making this dish, not a lot of chili was actually used. The key to its bright red color was the Pixian bean paste.

"Hey, let me try some too!"

Mu Mu had already entered the restaurant, and Chen Mo's words were drowned out by the music from the speakers.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Mo made an effort to recall the scene of cooking just now, imprinting the key lyrics of the whole song firmly in his mind.

The success or failure hinges on this!

In the kitchen, Mu Xin proudly served his colorful century egg pastry, a skill he learned years ago at Lianxiang Tea House, loved by everyone who tasted it.

Where's Mu Mu? It's about time, isn't it?

Mu Xin checked the time; it was almost one o'clock.

Forget it, he called a waiter over, "Send a portion to Boss Fang's private room."

He left one portion behind, which was for his daughter.

At this moment, Boss Xiao Chen, who had gone out earlier, returned. After Chen Mo was back, he stood by the stove at the entrance, saying to a young waiter, "Please bring me another set of the ingredients I asked for earlier."

The young waiter looked over, and it wasn't until Mu Xin nodded that he went to prepare the ingredients.

"Boss Xiao Chen, have you got the hang of it?"

Chen Mo raised his hand, "Don't talk to me yet."

He imprinted the lyrics and such in his mind, not actually remembering them, but more like a temporary memory. If he talked too much with others, he would easily forget.

Hou Yao saw the ingredients brought by the young waiter and said to Mu Xin, "It's probably for making mapo tofu from Sichuan cuisine."

"Huh?"

Mu Xin found it quite incomprehensible.

This is a Cantonese restaurant, and you want to make Sichuan cuisine?

It's not that he can't, after all, Chen Mo is an outsider, and it's his freedom to make whatever he wants, but if even the Cantonese cuisine couldn't tickle Fang Yuanyuan's taste buds, what makes Sichuan cuisine capable of doing so?

The battle for the supremacy between different cuisines has been around since ancient times. Lao Mu feels that Cantonese cuisine is the best in the world!

As Chen Mo started handling the ingredients, gradually more people in the kitchen gathered around. Seeing Chen Mo slicing the tofu slowly, Hou Yao couldn't help but nod slightly.

"The ingredient handling is very meticulous, each piece of tofu is about two centimeters, at least the shape is there."

Mu Xin pouted with dissatisfaction, thinking to himself that he didn't hear such compliments when he was making the century egg pastry earlier.

Wait, that's not right!

Mu Xin looked around, why have all the kitchen staff come over? In his imagination, wasn't it supposed to be himself bustling in that place at this moment?

Before Mu Xin could voice his doubts, another person entered from outside, with Mu Mu now dressed in a clean chef's uniform and wearing a chef's hat as well, "Alright, just put it here."

Two service staff carried the speakers to the door, leaving Mu Xin dumbfounded.

"What's this for? And what are you holding?"

"Food, I hadn't eaten before I came." Xiao Mu said and ignored Lao Mu, standing directly next to Chen Mo.

Mouthful of rice, spoonful of tofu, then vigorously inhaling from the spiciness, even breaking into a sweat from the tip of her nose.

With his daughter arriving, Lao Mu instantly transformed into a doting father, casting a sidelong glance at Chen Mo's back while holding the prepared century egg pastry, thinking what could he possibly beat me with?

"See what your dad made for you today!"

Mu Mu glanced over, her eyes brimming with joy, which made Mu Xin extremely content.

"Century egg pastry, huh! Haha, lovely." Mu Mu turned to the waiter at the door, "Help me pack it; I'll give it to Brother Mo tonight. He's probably never tasted our hometown's tea snacks!"

The waiter came over, pulling at the plate of century egg pastry with effort, "Boss, let go!"

Mu Xin finally loosened his grip.

What he was thinking was beyond him, chaotic, just chaotic!

Seeing Lao Mu taking a hit, Hou Yao stifled a laugh, saying, "Let go when it's time to let go."

Mu Xin only felt the knife in his chest being pulled out, just to be stabbed in again.

You all...

All the tofu was cut into evenly sized small cubes, making Chen Mo a bit nervous, mentally convincing himself that he could do it.

Pot on the stove, flame on!

Mu Mu paused her frantic rice-eating, immediately turned on the music for her big brother.

"After being away for a hundred weeks, I've returned here..."

With the music, Chen Mo seemed like a different person, moving to the beat, adding soy sauce!

Even his arm twitched after adding the soy sauce.

"Nobody wants to mention the past of the rose."

Add tofu! Another twitch.

The tofu immersed in the gradually warming soy sauce-scented water, Chen Mo gently stirred with a spatula.

Hou Yao nodded lightly, "The soy sauce can enhance freshness and remove the beany smell from the tofu, as well as add a salty base flavor. It's very traditional."

Although a master in Cantonese cuisine, it didn't prevent Hou Yao from understanding Sichuan cuisine as well. In the chef world, the longer you work, handling more and more dishes, you'll find many commonalities between the eight major cuisines or however many systems there are. In the end, everything stays the same despite the changes!

Ordinary restaurants rarely use soy sauce water to remove the beany smell in mapo tofu.

Busy kitchens simply don't have time for such flashy and time-wasting things.

"I know what love is, it's nothing..."

Pot on the stove, oil heating, twitch!

Mu Xin took a few deep breaths as the knife in his chest was pulled out, "Why does he shake his leg and twitch his arm when cooking?"

"Maybe it's a personal habit?" Hou Yao didn't quite understand either.

Chopped beef mince directly poured into the pot!

With the oil temperature at six-tenths, Chen Mo kept stir-frying to the beat of the music. The goal of this step wasn't to cook the beef mince thoroughly but to remove the moisture, so the oil temperature shouldn't be too high.

The moisture-removed mince fished out, put on a plate, then add more clear oil!

"Now there's only myself, secretly missing you~~"

Mince, back to the pot!!!

First floor, private room.

"Yuanyuan, look, these little tea snacks are so cute and colorful. Have a taste."

Fang Yuanyuan gave them a cold look, her mouth secreting a bit of saliva despite herself, but she had been acting for a week and couldn't break character now. As a result, she glanced coldly at Fang Zhizhong before continuing to eat her meal.

She was eating plain rice without any side dishes.

She just wanted to make Fang Zhizhong feel guilty, to make her dad and mom regret, humph!

However, after a couple of bites of rice, Fang Yuanyuan faintly heard some familiar lyrics nearby.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Fang Yuanyuan left the private room without responding to Fang Zhizhong.

Following the sound of the music, as a Squirrel (fan of Xu Song), she would stop to listen to his songs on the street, let alone in a restaurant, making her a bit curious.

Walking, walking, until she reached the kitchen entrance.

Sneaking a peek inside.

The scene that entered her eyes suddenly left Fang Yuanyuan's little mind in a bit of a stupor.

A handsome big brother with a speaker beside him, playing her favorite song, "The Rose's Funeral," and that big brother was actually... cooking to the rhythm of the music?

She only saw him pour a bit of cooking wine and dark soy sauce into the pot, with his arm twitching to the music, each twitch stirring the minced beef inside the pot.

Fang Yuanyuan muttered in bewilderment.

"Q..."

"QQ Show Rice?"

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