At this moment, Bai Renzong fell into deep thoughts for a long time, thinking about what to say and whether to tell the truth.

"The fish is fried so crispy and delicious. The batter is made of egg liquid and starch, and the sauce outside is also a simple sweet and sour sauce, not tomato sauce." Bai Renzong explained, "It is much more difficult to make the 'oil sauce in one' than tomato sauce, because tomato sauce is made into a semi-finished product..."

But that's all...

To be honest, is this West Lake chrysanthemum fish delicious? It’s delicious. However, just like he said, there is no more to comment. What is the most outstanding place in this dish?

No……

It tastes exactly the same as a dish called squirrel mandarin in Beichang City. It is really not a high-end, atmospheric and high-end dish.

But should I tell the truth? After all, Lao Qiao is a real state banquet chef. Wouldn't he give me some face?

"Why are you in a dilemma?" At this time, Lao Qiao suddenly asked with a smile.

"It's... that." Bai Renzong hesitated.

Old Qiao patted his back: "What's there? Tell the truth!"

After the other party said this, Bai Renzong immediately started talking: "It must be delicious, but in my opinion, there is nothing particularly worthy of praise, that is... the taste is not shocking enough. What is really shocking is actually the part of the fish during the production process. For example, there is a squirrel mandarin fish in Beichang City, which is actually exactly the same as this, but it is not so thin."

Han Jiayi and Wang Bei were stomping their feet in a hurry, as if they were blaming him for saying this in front of others.

But Old Qiao was not angry, hugged her arms and smiled, "Then why did this dish be selected into the state banquet?"

"This is actually very easy to understand." Bai Renzong replied, "Don't foreigners like to eat these fried fish and tomato sauce? This dish can be served at a state banquet, because of this, right? It's in line with the taste of foreigners."

"Hey, that's right." Lao Qiao nodded with satisfaction, "Isn't this just fried fish? What kind of flowers can it fry? The dishes that can serve state banquets. Except for a few dishes that can highlight our country's culture, most of them are made to cater to the tastes of foreigners. Those dishes that are particularly complex, high-end and reflect the chef's skills, and foreigners don't eat them, what can you do?"

"On the cultural gap between Chinese and Western food." Bai Renzong shook his head and sighed.

"So, as a foodie, you should let foreigners understand the food culture of our country." Lao Qiao frowned, "In this way, we can promote those foods with more characteristics of our country to state banquets."

"Well..." Bai Renzong nodded.

"So, after eating West Lake chrysanthemum fish, let's make some serious things." Qiao Xingyu rolled up his sleeves and smiled, "This West Lake chrysanthemum fish is not a Kung Fu dish, what we need to make next is Kung Fu dish."

Looking at the expressions on the faces of Bai Renzong and others, Qiao Xingyu smiled: "What? You don't think that old man, I will take out such a dish to entertain you for lunch, right? That would be too petty. Although the old man only made this West Lake chrysanthemum fish at the state banquet back then, this does not mean that old man, I can't cook other dishes, right? Wait, it's time to go!"

Then, Qiao Xingyu returned to the kitchen and continued to work hard.

"Good guy..." Bai Renzong turned to the camera in Wang Bei's hand: "It turns out that this old man still has a hand hidden."

As he said that, Bai Renzong asked Qiao Xingyu: "Old man, can we take pictures?"

"Come on, but I'm really serious now and I don't have time to explain to you." Qiao Xingyu replied.

Bai Renzong waved to Wang Bei, then came to the kitchen and started the live broadcast.

Next, there is a cooking show that refreshed Bai Renzong's understanding. Only after watching this cooking show can you deeply realize that Chinese cuisine is definitely the world's number one. Only Chinese cuisine can be used to the extreme of heat, knife skills and an iron pot.

"My God..." Bai Renzong was really amazed when he watched Qiao Xingyu stir the shredded tofu in the water.

Tofu can actually be cut like silk threads, rotated in the water with the waves, and it was clear and clear in strands.

Barrage: "Damn it! The Chinese filming on the tip of the tongue is still too conservative!" "I thought it was all exaggerated on TV!"

In addition to being shocked, Bai Renzong also felt a sense of pride that emerged from the bottom of his heart.

Most of the things he has come into contact with are Western food. On the one hand, he has not been exposed to Chinese food because he has not learned enough relevant information, and on the other hand, he also feels that Chinese food is not international enough after all. Now Bai Renzong realizes that Chinese food is not international enough, which is a loss for foreigners!

Looking at the skills of the old chef in front of him, Bai Renzong can only describe it as art. This art only requires a kitchen knife, a shovel and an iron pot, and does not require a mixer, oven, oven, centrifuge and other fancy things.

This is no longer just a delicacy, but a culture, a culture that has been the cultural accumulation of their country for five thousand years.

"Xiaobei, have you taken it??" Bai Renzong pointed at Wang Bei and asked, Wang Bei screamed and said, "Of course!"

"Mumu, come and help!" Bai Renzong grabbed Han Jiayi's hand, then took out his cell phone, and the three of them filmed the show from three angles.

Bai Renzong is confident that this period of shooting materials will definitely detonate the entire network.

And it not only increases fans for him, but also increases fans for Lao Qiao, but also increases fans for Chinese cuisine.

Of course, the performance is just a performance after all. No matter how gorgeous the technique is, the cuisine depends on the taste in the end.

After working hard for a long time, the real lunch was released.

Nine-turn large intestine, Wensi tofu, hot and crispy, eight-treasure gourd duck.

Bai Renzong has heard of these dishes, and they are all Kung Fu dishes. Even if he has never heard of them, he has seen them during the filming process just now.

"Come on, eat more." Qiao Xingyu smiled and handed over the rice, then pushed the hot double crisps in front of them: "Eat this first, this is the heat dish, and it will not be delicious after the time."

Bai Renzong looked at the camera and said seriously: "My audience friends, I have told you before that I usually don't eat internal organs because my taste is more sensitive, and there will be a bit of the fishy smell unique to the organs in my internal organs. In front of me, I won't talk about the pig belly and chicken gizzards in the hot and crispy pairs, these nine-turn large intestines..."

Barrage: "Lao Bai, ask you something, which one do you choose for the large intestine and the large intestine smell? " "It seems to be the same?"

Bai Renzong first tasted the hot and crispy doubles, and Lao Qiao explained: "This dish has very high requirements for the heat. Why? Because these two things are not put into the pot together, but they are put into the pot together. You must fry both ingredients to make it crispy, so it is very important to grasp the time of putting the pot and boiling the pot. It can only be based on experience."

Speaking of this, Lao Qiao turned to Han Jiayi: "I really don't blow this. Even if I tell you what to do, it won't be that flavor when you copy it according to the gourd. Because even if you just burst for a few more seconds, the taste is not right."

Bai Renzong replied after taking a bite: "The pork belly and chicken gizzard are both crispy. The pickled pepper is very unique. It feels like it is made from home. Its sweet and sour taste is very special. It does not suppress the fishy smell of these two materials, but blends it. After mixing it with it, it forms a very unique fragrance. This is actually really amazing."

But the barrage just wanted to watch Bai Renzong eat the large intestine immediately: "Eat fat intestines quickly!" "Fat intestines and fat intestines!"

Bai Renzong could only pick up a piece of fat intestine and put it in front of the camera to display it: "Did you see it? This fat intestine is not the thin layer in the store outside, there is a layer of white fat inside. Oh, okay, okay, don't urge me! Eat it right away!"

As he said that, Bai Renzong took a deep breath: "So, let's try this dish next. To be honest, this is the second time I have eaten fat intestines since I was a child. After the first time I ate it when I was a child, I only took my second bite after twenty years."

Bai Renzong adjusted his breathing, opened his mouth and ate the fat intestines, and then frowned.

"It's not unpalatable," Bai Renzong explained to the barrage, continuing to chew, "but this taste... is really special, do you know? I don't know how to describe it. It's a bit like? The pork belly without lean meat is rolled into a circle and eaten. The outer layer of skin is very flexible, but when you bite it, the oil inside melts instantly and spreads out in your mouth with the soup, which is simply... wonderful."

Barrage: "Meow Meow Meow Meow." "Where are you doing this cute?" "I want to eat!"

Next is the Babao Duck.

"It looks like a whole roast duck, but after opening it..." Bai Renzong said, cutting the duck's belly with chopsticks, "Look at it, it's full. To be honest, I think it's great for ordinary people to fill it up, let alone keep the ducks as they are, and then make the stuffing ingredients inside so delicious..."

After this comment, Bai Renzong completely convinced the old man's skills.

It can only be said that decades of hard work are not decorations.

"Awesome, Mr. Qiao." Bai Renzong turned to Qiao Xingyu and sighed, "I'm convinced, really, I'm convinced."

"How is it? Our Chinese cuisine is not worse than their fancy Western food at all, right? I'm afraid you've waited too long, so I made a few "simple" ones, and I didn't even make them complicated ones." Qiao Xingyu hugged his arm and smiled, "Where is this cultural heritage? Can our five thousand years of culture be worse than their hundreds of years of culture?"

Barrage: "Simple."

As he said that, Qiao Xingyu pressed Bai Renzong's shoulder and said, "You, you must let more people see this video and let them see our Chinese cuisine. That's something worthy of being proud of!"

Bai Renzong smiled and patted his chest: "Leave it to me! As the saying goes, you have a specialty in your profession. You are good at cooking, and I am good at making popularity!"
Chapter completed!