Chapter: 316

But now, he smelled the smell of chicken in the air, and his stomach couldn't help but growl twice.

This is also very delicious, right? Do you want to exaggerate like this?

"What kind of chicken is this?"

Pearson said involuntarily:

"How can it be so fragrant?"

"Is it Australian black chicken?"

"Or Brace chicken?"

Australian black chicken is a breed of chicken introduced from Italy during the Republic of China. Its whole body feathers are black and shiny, its beak, shanks, and toes are black, and the soles of its feet are white. It has a strong physique and strong wings for flying. The variety is excellent and the meat is delicious.

Bresse chicken is a breed of chicken produced in the Bresse region of eastern France. This chicken has a bright red comb, snow-white feathers, and steel-blue feet, which are the same color as the French flag. It is known as the national chicken of France. It is recognized as the best quality in the world. Chicken, the biggest feature is that the meat is very tender, soft and juicy, and has a taste close to "melting".

There are some chickens that are famous for their fragrant smell, and there are only a few of them that are better, but it seems that whether it is Australian black chicken or Bresse chicken, it does not smell as good as the chicken in the restaurant!

But at this time, Zhao Feng reluctantly ate the last piece of chicken. After hearing the man's voice, he turned his head and glanced at him, saying: "This chicken is just a common three-yellow chicken."

"Impossible!" Pearson raised his brows. He was serious about professional knowledge, so he retorted: "I know the taste of Sanhuang Chicken. The smell of this kind of chicken is slightly restrained, not very strong. , The pure aroma in the air is so strong, there are three main channels for the aroma of the chicken, namely the Maillard reaction between amino acids and reducing sugars, and the thermal decomposition of fat..."

Regarding the aroma of chicken, Pearson made a research report at the beginning, and he can clearly talk about it for ten minutes here.

But he wanted to make a long speech, but some people didn't like it.

"Brother, what are you doing here?"

The man sitting opposite Pearson at noon reminded him again: "My friend is still queuing behind you, do you want to eat? If you don't eat, I will let my friend sit here first!"

The man pointed to the empty seat on the opposite side and said bluntly.

"I!"

Pierson's facial muscles stiffened.

He felt that he encountered a lot of malice in this restaurant, not only the malice of the boss, but also the malice of other diners.

Why?

Why?

Is it true that non-members have no human rights and no status here?

Even a meal is low-key, when did the restaurant become like this?

It doesn't matter if the service in the restaurant is not good, the key is that other people still seem to agree with what this person said, which makes Pearson very upset.

So Pearson shrugged, curled his lips and said, "Of course I want to eat."

After speaking, Pearson went straight to the kitchen bar.

"Egg fried rice and clear soup noodles, you have to taste them carefully."

Pearson served himself an egg fried rice and a bowl of clear soup noodles, walked back to his seat, first filled a mouthful of egg fried rice with a spoon, and put it into his mouth.

"call..."