"Chinese food has been vast and diverse since ancient times. According to ancient books, there is almost nothing that cannot be placed on the dining table by Chinese people. I originally thought this statement was nonsense, but today I have gained some knowledge."

This is the words of a middle-aged man with an English accent.

In the Jinghua Mall on the side of Jinghua Plaza, a shop on the first floor has been vacated. The huge space can accommodate hundreds of people. At this moment, most of the people here are foreigners. There are hundreds of restaurants participating in the spring banquet, and nearly five hundred people are judged. Eighty-seven of these 500 people are gourmets or top chefs from abroad.

They participated in the spring banquet as foreign guests and occupied a great weight in the evaluation. Everyone was carefully selected by the Food Association. This is also a food culture exchange activity, and the spring banquet is used to promote Chinese food.

In this shop used to receive foreign guests, the walls around the walls are full of display screens, and the menus of major restaurants are constantly transformed into English, Japanese, French, etc., and also include some simple introduction information, which are used to make these judges familiar with the delicious food they are about to taste as soon as possible.

Undoubtedly, the menu of Ye Chui Manhan Building has attracted the most interest.

No matter what the result is, at least the special ingredients used in this menu have become more interested in it.

The commenter was made at this moment a chef from the United States, in his sixties, bald and short and fat body, and his voice was faintly contemptuous.

Chinese food is vast and diverse, and there is almost nothing that cannot be served on the dining table. This is indeed a fact, and it also proves the wonder and profoundness of Chinese food. However, from his mouth, it seems that the Chinese food culture is barbaric and unclassified. It is unrecognizable to eat everything.

His words attracted the approval of several other foreigners around him. What is the delicacy made of pig intestine? Is this really something to eat?

"In ancient times, people captured wild animals, slaughtered and eaten, and as long as they could be eaten, they could be treated as food. Later, food culture developed, and some ingredients were abandoned by people due to their appearance, which left people with an impression that they could not eat in their hearts. This can only be said to be a pity." A thin voice spoke at this time, using a mouthful of pure English, but the person who spoke was a Chinese man, Mr. Han.

As a master of the food industry, he was also staying in this room at this time. He was responsible for receiving these foreign food colleagues. When he heard everyone talking about the recipes of Manhanlou in a mocking tone, he couldn't help but speak.

Mr. Han's words attracted the attention of others. This thin and old man was also very respected by them. Chinese food is declining, but Mr. Han's ability to taste food is internationally famous, and he has a place in many internationally renowned chef competitions.

The short and fat man who spoke before said with a smile: "Mr. Han is right. Many of the ingredients are indeed eaten by our ancestors. But it is different to say whether they are delicious or not. We are talking about food, not food."

Old Han snorted: "How do you know that before the vegetarian exercise, there is no such food as pig intestine in the food system of your country? You believe that this kind of thing cannot be made, but the chefs in our country can make delicious food. Doesn't it prove that our Chinese food culture is far beyond the food level of your country?"

The short and fat man was refuted by Mr. Han, and there was no unpleasant expression on his face. He smiled and said, "No one can tell whether the food is delicious if it is not eaten. Today I will taste this fat dish. If I can really afford the word "delicious" food, I will definitely find a way to promote this dish in my three eight-star restaurants in the future."

He spoke very gently, but anyone could hear the joking tone of the words.

But Mr. Han seemed to have not heard the implicit meaning in his words at all: "Chef Robert, I believe you will be impressed by this dish."

Most of the people who stay here are famous people in the food industry. Of course, they will not argue over certain issues. Although they still look distracted, they do not continue to discuss the pig intestine.

A middle-aged man with golden hair, in his fifties, looks handsome but gives people a very serious and irritable feeling, suddenly said: "Today I am very interested in the dishes at Shenghuayuan Hotel."

The blonde man obviously had extraordinary popularity, and his words immediately shifted everyone's attention to the display screen that was displaying the menu of Shenghuayuan in English.

Mr. Han obviously knew who the blonde man was, and asked, "I wonder what Mr. Gordon, you think of the menu of this restaurant?"

"I used a meal in Chinatown last year. At that time, a dish of Tang family shredded meat left a deep impression on me. This dish is on the menu in Shenghuayuan. I wonder why the dishes in Chinatown appear here?" The blonde man, who was called Mr. Gordon by Mr. Han, asked strangely.

Mr. Han has a perverse personality and his identity and age are at the peak of the food world. He actually calls this blonde man "Mr.", and his expression maintains enough respect, enough to show that the identity of this blonde man is recognized by Mr. Han.

"I like the food in Chinatown in the United States very much. Eighty percent of the menu on the Shenghuayuan seems to be from Chinatown. Is this Shenghuayuan opened by chefs in Chinatown?" Someone also asked a question.

"Isn't it natural for Chinatown food from China?" Mr. Han said in a deep voice, a little annoyed at the saying that everyone seems to have separated Chinatown food from Chinatown food.

"Old Han, you are a master of the food industry. You should know that region has a great influence on the inheritance of food." A somewhat stiff Chinese voice said, speaking of a Chinese, in his fifties, dark skin, wearing a strange-style double-breasted gown. This kind of clothing obviously has the shadow of traditional Chinese clothing, but after some changes, it has become a bit funny, but it is said to be very popular in Chinatown.

The speaker walked up to Mr. Han and continued with a smile: "The reason why the younger generation is better than the younger generation is better than the younger generation. Mr. Han should be very clear that the dishes in Shenghuayuan are indeed all from my Chinatown dishes. If I was not wrong, the champion of today's spring banquet would be Shenghuayuan."

"Boy, don't use Chinese allusions indiscriminately. You are better than blue than blue. But it's different to say whether you are a Chinese man or not." Mr. Han was not so polite to this Chinese man, and obviously he should be more fluent in Chinese. "You guys put that Jim in Shenghuayuan in it?"

"We didn't intend to hide this matter. We just wanted the whole world to know that although Chinatown food comes from China, it has long surpassed China's food. This spring banquet we want the whole world to see this." The Chinese man said with a sneer.

"Boy, I would like to advise you to say the old Chinese saying." Old Han was already a little angry - it was not the kind of anger that was as scoundrel as an old boy on weekdays, but the real anger. He said coldly, "If you bother me, Chinese, will be punished even if you are far away. When the spring banquet is over, we will have chefs in Chinatown in person to tell you what authentic food is."

After the spring banquet, Ye Chui planned to take a trip to Chinatown and fight against Chinatown alone. Mr. Han naturally heard about this from Han Yuyan a long time ago. This is what Mr. Han said at this moment.

The Chinese man sneered: "I really thought there was no one in our Chinatown, so we just wait."

By this time the smell of gunpowder was already very strong.

Some people from the Food Association who were responsible for entertaining these foreign guests in the food industry naturally did not want to see any international problems at this time, so they hurried over and pulled Mr. Han away.

A foodie was somewhat worried and comforted, "Old Han. This is just our own competition. How angry are you with him?"

"What do you boy know?" Old Han glared at the foodie, "I have disliked Huang Yiyuan for a long time."

The Chinese man who just provoked Old Han was named Huang Yiyuan. He is the owner of a restaurant in Chinatown and a well-known gourmet. He is very passionate about Chinatown food and Chinese food.

Mr. Han even knew that this time Huang Yiyuan wanted to play the real thing. The Spring Banquet was a test. If the Chinatown dishes made by Jim won, the International Food Association would identify Chinatown dishes as the eleventh largest cuisine in the world.

This matter was told to Ye Chui earlier by Sheng Qiuyue, the owner of Jingjialou. Ye Chui did not take it seriously, but Han Yuyan told him that Mr. Han was responsible for reporting this matter to the Food Association, but like Sheng Qiuyue and Ye Chui, he chose to remain silent.

Because he is full of confidence in Chinese food and Ye Chui.

The foodie who comforted Mr. Han knew Mr. Han’s temperament. Seeing that Mr. Han had calmed down, he continued to entertain others. More than 80 foreign guests in the food industry were also a rare opportunity to exchange food culture. Mr. Han sat on a sofa, looking at the people in the room, and after a moment, his eyes fell on the menu on the wall next to him.

Many of the dishes that Manhanlou wants to cook are sensory and difficult for people to accept, but Mr. Han understands that as long as he really understands food, he will definitely understand the preciousness of these dishes. Most of the gourmets in the room are people who are beyond their respective fields of cuisine, and they will objectively and fairly taste the food.

Mr. Han's eyes turned to the blonde man he called Mr. Gordon again.

The man's full name is Gordon Ramsey. He is the world chef god who is truly recognized by the international food industry and world-class foodies. His cooking skills make Mr. Han respect him enough, but a smile appeared on Mr. Han's face. Despite this... he felt that this chef god was still a little worse than Ye Chui. After all, Ye Chui was not just a chef god, but a food god. (To be continued, please search for astronomy, the novel is better and faster!

ps:  The previous chapter may be a bit unsatisfactory in order to hurry up, and the twists and turns are a bit bad. Sorry~~~~~ In this chapter, I originally wanted to use the question of those who violated me, although they will be punished, but after thinking about it, is it too bloody... So I changed it. As for this Gordon Ramsey, there are really people in the real world. If you are interested, you can search. The Hell Kitchen and the cooking masters he hosted are all very good food programs~~~~ Please recommend votes and monthly votes~~~
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