Gourmet: Midnight Vending-Chapter 447 - 383: Why Do I Get Hungrier the More I Eat?

Chapter 447: Chapter 383: Why Do I Get Hungrier the More I Eat?

Staring with his eyes wide open, Wang Heng instinctively reached out his hand, "I’ll carry it, I can do it myself."

Chen Mo glanced at him, remembering that he had some interactions with Wang Heng before at the company. At that time, he thought this young man was quite introverted and honest.

"Brother, I know you’re in a hurry."

Wang Heng nodded vigorously.

Good to know. This whole table of dishes is almost done, but his stomach felt as if it hadn’t eaten anything at all, he was starving.

"But don’t rush."

Wang Heng: ???

Just as Chen Mo thought, Wang Heng was a little confused. Because from previous encounters with Chen Mo at the company, he remembered Chen Mo to be very honest and sincere, giving off a very reliable vibe when he spoke.

How did he become so cheeky after leaving the company for a while?

Truly, you shouldn’t work for too long.

Chen Mo wasn’t denying him food, it was just that this dish was still missing the final touch.

He continued to heat oil in the pot. Once it was slightly hot, he added some cooking wine, along with a spoonful of cream soup.

When it comes to vegetarian dishes, besides enjoying their original taste, enhancing the freshness is essential. Salt is the king of flavors, so it is indispensable.

Also, adding MSG and sugar, and a dash of dark soy sauce, finally thickening it with cornstarch. As the sauce in the pot started to thicken, Chen Mo added some sesame oil and peanut oil to enhance the aroma.

The majority of the thickened sauce was poured over the twenty plates of Dinghu Shangsu, and the rest was mixed with the prepared snow fungus and osmanthus fungus, stirred until even.

Some ingredients were still left in the large skimmer, not because Chen Mo misjudged the quantity.

"Continue," Chen Mo said in a muffled voice.

Thinking that once this dish was finished, his tasks were almost over, he breathed a sigh of relief ahead of time.

"Line the edges with snow fungus, vegetable ears, and silver needles, from inside to the outside. Place the osmanthus fungus at the peak as decoration."

Ten people gathered around again, picking ingredients out of the large skimmer with a flap, arranging them on plates according to Chen Mo’s instructions.

"Phew..."

Seeing twenty beautifully crafted dishes emerge, even Hou Yao exhaled a sigh of relief, "Looks good, using cream soup for thickening makes the sauce richer and the flavor more aromatic."

The white color of the cream soup, combined with other seasonings, coated on the dish’s surface, presented a completely different visual effect from clear soup.

It seemed to shine. At least visually, this dish earned Hou Yao’s approval. As for how it tasted, it would have to be tried later.

Chen Mo nodded with satisfaction, "Alright, serve it."

The kitchen helpers clattered as they carried the plates out, pausing briefly at each table as the dish was placed in the center of the table.

One young guy joked with a colleague as they returned, "Serving like this is so much better, no need to worry about stacking plates at all."

At big banquets, the tables are often not large enough, and there are too many dishes. Guests eat slowly, and later dishes get stacked on top of each other. Sometimes you want to eat a dish but can’t find it, only to discover it was under a newly served dish—not cool at all.

"Yeah, the tables I served at had empty plates collected. While serving, I even wondered if we skipped a table!"

The two exchanged a glance and laughed, pursing their lips as they quickly ran back to the cooking station.

Honestly, it’s unbelievable, never seen a banquet handled like this.

Unlike before, when this dish appeared in everyone’s view, the chaotic and competitive crowd suddenly fell silent.

A while passed before the guests began to murmur some sounds.

"Oh my, who am I to deserve this dish? It’s made so beautifully!"

"Don’t move, nobody move! Let me take a picture first!"

"This dish belongs in a museum, not on our table—it would be a waste to eat it!"

"Incredible, so many ingredients in such a small plate, is this for real? I only recognize the mushrooms, sigh."

At the moms’ table, surprisingly, no one moved their chopsticks this time, not even Zihan’s Mother, who had a prime position, rushed to eat.

No one said anything either; they all instinctively took out their phones and snapped photos of the only dish on the table.

"My gosh, this dish is like an ink painting! It would look amazing on my social media!"

"Definitely needs to be posted online; it looks way better than those small pastries or coffee."

"Haha, I just posted the dish and someone asked me where it was from—I’m not telling!"

They were very skilled at elevating their social status through sharing photos online, to show off their daily lives. Soon enough, the moms posted the photos.

Finally, all the dishes were done; only the main course remained.

Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief, taking out his phone to check the time. Out of habit, he opened WeChat and tapped on the ’small red dot’ in his Moments. He had added a few mom friends during the summer camp; their enthusiasm overwhelmed him a bit, so he never chatted much.

"Isn’t Jingyi’s Mother eating here?" Chen Mo opened Moments, glanced, and looked up in disbelief.

He saw Jingyi’s Mother chatting and laughing with other moms in the venue, then glanced down to confirm that the nine-grid photo she posted was from a minute ago.