Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1394 - 677: Boss Zeng Local Specialty Beef Steak_3

Chapter 1394: Chapter 677: Boss Zeng Local Specialty Beef Steak_3

Yan Fei glared, "Brother Liu, that’s not right of you to say. Let others have a say—isn’t this a catfish? Old Brother Dong, don’t you think this is catfish? Boss Ning, you’ve traveled from south to north, take a look, isn’t this a catfish?"

"Yes, definitely! Though it’s a bit plump, it’s definitely a catfish, no doubt about it," Chairman Dong and his entourage unanimously confirmed—the thing on the plate was certainly a catfish.

Old Liu chuckled, "Then let’s get down to eating quickly. I can’t wait to taste what Boss Yan’s catfish is like!"

Actually, some rules are just a matter of form when spoken out loud.

A person’s change, along with differing statuses and insights, is subtly transforming too.

At first, when Yan Fei unabashedly served his ’catfish meat’ to guests, it was a bit out of naive courage; then he went through a phase of caution and care, until now—still eating his ’catfish meat,’ the affair remains the same, but the mentality of people has shifted.

Among those present, some were clueless, but the majority knew their stuff. However, some things hinge on tacit understanding. When it comes to dining, we take whatever the host serves and goes along with it. If you must show off your ’pure-heartedness amidst a murky world,’ then you’re the one who lacks understanding, and we’ll be sure to keep our distance in the future!

On another note, when the host brings out these dishes, it’s because they consider us close enough to do so; otherwise, they wouldn’t have! When people give respect, you’ve got to support them in turn—that’s just proper etiquette!

Though agritourism hadn’t yet become popular in those days, no one minded that the dishes on the table were served in large platters, nor did anyone fret over the fact that the vegetarian dishes were simple home dishes, not as exquisitely arranged as those in restaurants. Haven’t you heard what Boss Yan said? These were all grown at home. Using such things to entertain guests only shows that Boss Yan is the one with true taste.

When the steaks arrived, looking at those brown strips of beef, Boss Yan offered a courteous remark, "We’re not used to all that cutlery. Normally we have the chef slice it up for us. It’s easier to eat that way. You all try it first."

As the guests followed the host’s lead, after everyone had a taste, they couldn’t stop singing praises. Being quite the professional, Boss Ning summarized, "Good texture, chewy, and resilient. Boss Yan, your chef is something else!"

Yan Fei nodded in agreement, "Indeed, he is something else. Our head chef used to specialize in banquet cooking back in the villages. After he came to the place here, he just listened to me describe how steaks were made elsewhere and figured it out himself. He used the same pan we use for frying steamed buns to make it!"

"Fried dumplings pan?" Old Liu, with half a piece of meat in his mouth, asked wide-eyed.

"That’s right!" Yan Fei nodded again in confirmation. "The pan for fried dumplings, haven’t you seen it? It’s common in breakfast spots on the streets."

"That pan?" Old Liu still found it hard to believe. "Younger Brother Yan, are you telling me that your head chef, who’s a village banquet chef, made these steaks in a pan for frying steamed buns?"

In truth, not just him, but everyone else thought the same, just afraid to say it out loud, to avoid appearing inexperienced. The term ’steak’ sounded like something exotic and sophisticated, shouldn’t the equipment used for making them be somewhat luxurious?

Steaks from upscale restaurants, the large pan used for fried dumpling at street stalls, and the rural farmers who primarily tended to fields, but cooked meals only for happy events and funerals—linking these together seemed off, or rather, discordant!

"Yes, that pan." Yan Fei reaffirmed. "Otherwise, what do you think? With so many people here and so many steaks served at once, could we manage with a small pan? Both the dumplings and steaks are fried; what do you think, could there be any difference in frying?"

Alright, then!

Everyone chomped on their steaks and sipped their drinks, falling into deep thought.

Especially the two younger fellows, who felt like something inside them was breaking with every bite.

Only Boss Ning was growing happier with each bite. He was already considering whether he should rethink the duration of his business deal. Initially planning to sign for only about two years, was that too short a period? Was his original thought too conservative?

Even a fool knows that when some good things are not well-known yet, seizing the business opportunity can lead to a rolling profit later. Now having such a chance, if he didn’t sign for a few more years, he might regret it later!