I'm the Culinary God-Chapter 733 - 328: The Ultimate Pigeon Soup—Steamed Pigeon! Xie Baomin’s Battle for Vindication! [Seeking Monthly Ticket]

Chapter 733: Chapter 328: The Ultimate Pigeon Soup—Steamed Pigeon! Xie Baomin’s Battle for Vindication! [Seeking Monthly Ticket]

Ever since the restaurant tried introducing steamed pot chicken, Lin Xu had been troubled by one thing.

That was the fact the steamed pot chicken wasn’t refined enough. Plopping a big pot of it onto the table didn’t at all fit the aesthetic of delicate, small portions that high-end dining demanded.

Switching to a smaller pot would mean it couldn’t hold much chicken, and the steamed pot chicken produced wouldn’t fetch a good price.

Now, if pigeon replaced chicken, a single pigeon could easily fit into the smallest steam pot, and one could even add various beauty-enhancing medicinal herbs.

There’s an old saying that "one pigeon is better than nine chickens."

It’s widely recognized that pigeon soup is more nutritious than chicken soup.

If they served it in small steam pots, one for each person, the steamed pot pigeon would definitely be very popular in the restaurant.

Which of the beauty-loving ladies wouldn’t want a delicious soup made from pigeon, especially when it also contained blood-enriching and qi-boosting herbs like notoginseng, Astragalus, and Codonopsis?

This was simply irresistible.

Of course, if the herbs in the pot were changed to kidney-tonifying and strength-building ingredients like Antler, Cordyceps, and horny goat weed, then it would be the male customers who’d go crazy.

However, these were just thoughts. The Chinese herbs used in cooking should still mainly be neutral and mild.

One should try to use those powerful and aggressive herbs sparingly.

Lest the customers suffer from it after eating.

Lin Xu had Chezai bring the pigeons to the kitchen and then called out to Old Huang to wash up for the meal,

"Boss Huang, wash up and come eat. After dinner, I’m going to try out the steamed pot pigeon that my senior mentioned. You all just wait to be the first to try it."

If the steamed pot pigeon really was feasible, he’d immediately make space in the back kitchen and install a steaming cabinet specifically for steamed pot dishes.

This type of cabinet could freely adjust the steam’s intensity and was capable of cooking dozens of pots of steamed pot chicken at once, absolutely satisfying the customers’ demands.

Old Huang washed his hands, sat down with his bowl, and said while eating some cauliflower,

"When I went to buy the pigeons, that couple was fighting—yelling and cursing. It started because the husband had secretly sent ’Happy National Day’ red envelopes via WeChat to another woman, and his wife found out."

He described the scene vividly, and Cui Qingyuan laughed and interrupted him,

"There are kids here. Let’s not talk about that topic."

Old Huang said seriously,

"Young people especially need to learn from this. The people they chat with online might not even be who they claim to be, and you should never involve money transactions. You never know if the person on the other end is some slob controlling dozens of WeChat accounts while picking their feet."

After he finished, he turned to Xie Yufei and Xie Yuhang to say,

"Although Lele is only about two years older than you two, she was specially recruited by Tsinghua University, so ordinary people definitely can’t fool her. The main concern is you two. Be careful when making friends online. Your father often deals with leaders from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and even international dignitaries, so you absolutely must not say anything reckless online."

Xie Yufei and Xie Yuhang exchanged looks. They’d never heard their dad talk about these things before.

They only knew he was a chef at Fishing Platform. Could it be he also held a significant position?

Seeing a flash of confusion in the brothers’ eyes, Old Huang said with a smile,

"You don’t believe me? One day I’ll take you two to Fishing Platform, and then you can see for yourselves just how impressive your father’s position there is."

He had just finished speaking when Baomin said,

"Forget it, forget it. That’s not a place for kids to go."

He had to be joking. If he brought the kids to Fishing Platform, those head chefs would undoubtedly spill all his past misdeeds.

That sly dog Old Huang was truly devious. He was ostensibly speaking in my favor, but in reality, he was sneakily trying to lead me into a ditch.

To divert the topic, Baomin said,

"Won’t some of these pigeons be left over after making the steamed pot pigeon? How about I make stir-fried pigeon tonight? Since the two kids both like such flavorful, spicy, and rich dishes, I’ll showcase my Sichuan cuisine skills."

No more pretending. I’m a State Banquet master, and I’m laying all my cards on the table!

Xie Yufei and Xie Yuhang were stunned and then asked simultaneously,

"Dad, you know how to make this kind of dish too?"

"I’m very good at it. I usually assume you two eat a lot of greasy food at school, so I try to keep our home-cooked meals light and elegant. But since you like it, I’ll let you taste my cooking skills."

Baomin was brimming with confidence, planning to showcase his culinary skills, when Xie Yuhang said expectantly,

"I hope it tastes better than what the chef at school canteen window three makes."

Xie Yufei picked up the conversation,

"Dad surpassing window three is no problem, but beating window five will be tough."

"That’s true. Window five is widely acknowledged as the second-best, just slightly behind window seven."

Baomin was flabbergasted. Are you serious?!

So, in your eyes, I’m not even as good as your school’s chefs?

Today, I’ll show you culinary skills that those school chefs can’t even dream of matching!

Lin Xu watched, trying to suppress a laugh.

The State Banquet head chef, a man who made the entire Fishing Platform kitchen staff tremble, was now inexplicably pitted against a boarding school canteen chef.

If the timing weren’t so awkward, he really would have liked to call over the other head chefs from Fishing Platform to cheer Baomin on.

After the meal, everyone went about their own tasks. Baomin, however, followed Lin Xu, planning to go to the braised goods section on the first floor to see just how delicious the roasted chicken everyone raved about truly was.

Upon arriving, he sniffed the air and remarked,

"It doesn’t smell much like roasted chicken in here."

Lin Xu lifted the pot lid and chuckled,

"The aroma is all sealed in by the oil. It’s about time to take it out. Chef Xu, skim the oil from the pot, and let my senior brother take a look at our restaurant’s roasted chicken."

"Certainly, Head Chef Xie. Just a moment, please."