Seeing the two of them about to start bickering, Zhou Ying, caught in the middle, couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.
She quickly spoke up to mediate, "Alright, alright, stop bickering. It's not like there's nothing to eat; I'll just eat them one by one..."
Just as Zhou Ying was about to open her mouth and take a bite, Chen Xueer, who was beside her, spoke up to stop her.
"Wait! Start from the middle. The thickest part of the meat in the center has juice; take a sip first to taste it."
Hearing this, Zhou Ying hesitated for a moment before lowering her head and carefully placing her lips on the center, taking a gentle sip.
After that sip, Zhou Ying's eyes suddenly lit up, revealing a look of pleasant surprise.
"Wow, it's true! Juice really squirted out, and it tastes so fresh—not fishy at all. It's delicious!"
Seeing how much Zhou Ying liked it, an excited smile appeared on Chen Xueer's face as well.
"I told you, it's really special! With one bite, it's full of the flavor of the juice..."
The speaker was casual, but the listener was attentive.
Turning his head to look at the two women looking happy, as if they had found soulmates in each other.
Jiang Cheng felt like he was being stimulated somewhat.
That certain something even couldn't help but lift its head.
Hmm... why does my head suddenly feel a bit itchy??
It's as if some thoughts that shouldn't be there have cropped up?
Seeing how well the two women were getting along, Jiang Cheng felt that life was becoming more and more promising.
Suppressing the wicked thoughts in his heart.
After giving a dry cough, Jiang Cheng looked at Chen Xueer and said with a half-smile, "Acting so professional, it seems you eat this quite often."
"Of course. I dare say that when it comes to this, you're definitely not as professional as I am. Let me tell you, ever since I had Soft-heart Abalone in Hong Kong Island, I've had a soft spot for abalone. I've eaten many different types from various origins."
After saying that, Chen Xueer used the serving chopsticks to pick up another one and placed it on Jiang Cheng's plate.
Signaling for him to try it.
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng's face was full of disdain.
He didn't believe that Chen Xueer could have more experience than him when it came to eating.
Jiang Cheng straightened his expression and said, "Then let me ask you, have you ever had the white ones from California?? Or South African Fleshy Abalone?? Thick-fleshed French Abalone? Australian Black-lip Abalone??"
Seeing Jiang Cheng suddenly name so many varieties, Chen Xueer looked surprised.
"Wow, President Jiang, not bad. You actually know so many types... Although I haven't eaten all the ones you mentioned, most restaurants prepare this ingredient by either charcoal grilling, steaming, or making soup. But today's preparation is very special; it actually preserves its juicy quality, keeping the original flavor. Interesting, it's a good abalone."
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng shrugged confidently.
He retorted, "You think having juice makes it good??"
At any rate, Jiang Cheng was someone who had seen the world.
Although he hadn't personally tasted them all.
But he had seen them in person or on some special food channels.
Jiang Cheng was very confident.
He could definitely crush Chen Xueer in this regard.
Hearing this, Chen Xueer murmured, "Isn't it??"
Looking at Chen Xueer's clear yet foolish eyes.
Jiang Cheng decided to be merciful and give her a good lesson.
Jiang Cheng didn't use his chopsticks.
Instead, he picked up the knife and fork on the table and slowly sliced it open from the middle.
With this cut, while the bright juice began to flow out slowly, the abalone was split directly into two halves.
Pointing with his knife and fork, Jiang Cheng said solemnly, "Look, when I cut it with the knife, the meat didn't stick to the blade at all. This only proves one thing: the meat isn't very firm; it's relatively loose and lacks stickiness."
Beside them, Zhou Ying wasn't very interested in this to begin with, so her expression didn't change much.
But Chen Xueer was different.
A look of enlightenment appeared on her face.
She said in realization, "Now that you mention it, my attention earlier was all drawn by the juice of this dish. You're right; when I ate those super large Soft-heart Abalones before, the chef sliced them piece by piece, and the meat really did stick to the blade. The texture was very firm."
Hearing the conversation between Jiang Cheng and Chen Xueer.
The employees sitting on the opposite side of the round table silently absorbed the knowledge, and some even took out their phones.
They opened their memos and secretly recorded Jiang Cheng's professional reviews.