Chen Ze wasn't surprised that Xie BiAn and his companion ordered another serving of curry pork chop rice; in fact, Chen Ze had already prepared two portions of marinated pork chops in anticipation of such a situation, which proved to be quite prescient.
"Alright, just a moment," Chen Ze nodded, then wiped his hands. He had been working on the dough needed for mooncakes, so his hands were a bit greasy, and if he didn't remove the grease, there might be a risk of flavor transfer.
Chen Ze had not known about the issue of flavor transfer until he once ate a spicy-flavored tomato and egg stir-fry, which made him realize how serious the problem could be.
In some cases, if the flavor transfer was significant, it could completely change the taste of a dish.
"Let's finish up the curry pork chop rice, and then we can start making mooncakes," Chen Ze yawned. This might be the so-called holiday syndrome, but since Chen Ze was a chef, he didn't actually have much time to rest.
