Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!

The soup cube inside the fish belly had already solidified in the refrigerator.

What Adrian Zhekova had just tasted was the superior soup that would be poured over the fish.

Adrian Zhekova went to change clothes first.

Cindy Clarke put the soup cube inside the fish belly, tied a string around the cut near the belly, and then fried it in a pot until golden brown.

She served it on a plate and finally drizzled it with thick chicken soup.

Once it was brought to the table, Adrian Zhekova came over and sat down with Morgan Zhekova.

“It smells so good!” Morgan’s mouth was watering, “Dad, Cindy, can I have a taste of the soup?”

“Go ahead,” Cindy laughed.

Morgan took a spoon and scooped up a small spoonful of soup.

The soup was drizzled over the fish and flowed onto the plate, accumulating shallowly at the bottom.

The soup was a light tea color, with a translucent layer at the bottom.

The surface of the soup was even devoid of any traces of oil, looking as if it were actually tea water.

However, the aroma it exuded was incredibly delicious.

“It’s so delicious!” Morgan’s face turned red, “My tongue is about to fall off!”

Adrian Zhekova also tasted it and found it to be delicious, although it seemed to be missing something.

Cindy tasted it as well and was somewhat dissatisfied.

“Should we break open the fish belly?” Adrian Zhekova asked Cindy.

“You do it.” It was Cindy’s first time making this dish, and she was nervous and didn’t dare to break open the fish belly herself.

“What’s in the fish belly?” Morgan was puzzled.

He had thought it was just an ordinary steamed fish.

“Watch closely.” Adrian Zhekova reminded Morgan as he poked the fish belly with chopsticks.

The fish belly appeared to be extremely elastic.

“There’s no fishbone?” Morgan was astonished, “It feels like a water balloon!”

“I removed the fish bones, so there is indeed soup inside.” Cindy explained with a smile.

“This dish is called Yellow Croaker in Soup, which means the soup is injected into the fish.” Cindy explained.

Adrian Zhekova then used the tip of his chopsticks to pierce through the fish belly, creating a small slit, and pushed the fish belly to both sides.

The soup inside immediately flowed out.

“Wow!” Morgan’s eyes almost popped out.

This scene was just too beautiful and astonishing!

“I should have taken a photo of it!” Morgan lamented.

The soup that was originally inside the fish belly mixed with the chicken soup on the plate.

The soup in the fish belly exuded a salty and delicious fragrance with a hint of rice wine.

“After cleaning the fish, I rinsed the fish belly with some rice wine, so both the fish belly and the soup will have a hint of rice wine flavor,” Cindy said, “However, the rice wine has a low alcohol content, and I didn’t add much of it, so there’s just a hint of fragrance. The alcohol has evaporated during the cooking process, so it’s fine for Morgan to eat.”

“Just now, when I tasted only the superior soup, it seemed to lack something. Now, with the two kinds of soup mixed together and the fragrance of rice wine…” Adrian Zhekova scooped up another spoonful, “Let me taste it.”

He tasted it, and his eyes brightened, smiling and saying, “This is already quite close to Michael Greene’s Yellow Croaker in Soup.”

“However, there are some subtle differences in flavor. I can’t pinpoint exactly what they are, as Michael Greene certainly has his own unique, secret recipes,” Adrian Zhekova said.

Although he was Michael Greene’s boss, he couldn’t demand that he reveal even his recipes for cooking.

Michael Greene was a Michelin Three Star chef, after all.

He and the Quire restaurant could be said to have achieved each other.

Michael Greene had the opportunity to become a Michelin Three Star chef because he was the head chef at Quire.

And Quire, because of Michael Greene’s presence, also rose to become a Michelin Three Star Restaurant.