My Inseparable House Guests

"Money, money, don't just think about money." Fang Ze knocked Lin Xiaoxin's head with his hand and said, "I just regard cooking as a hobby, and being a chef is to make better dishes, not just Just for the money."

"Well, if you have something to say, talk it out, don't hit your head, what should you do if you're stupid."

When Fang Ze was about to say, 'I'm stupid, I'll raise it', Liu Maoxing answered, "Actually, we also want to sell it more expensive, but the chefs in the surrounding restaurants cook delicious food, so there is no way to sell it more expensive. , otherwise no one will come to eat."

"Look, they still want to sell it more expensive." After listening to Liu Maoxing's explanation, Lin Xiaoxin immediately jumped up and bounced Fang Ze's forehead.

Fang Ze, who was gank, turned his head and glanced at Liu Maoxing, who was stroking the back of his head with a simple and honest smile, and said helplessly, "Everyone, get ready to go. We'll drive there and reach Lin'an before noon."

"Isn't it more convenient to take the high-speed rail?" Lin Xiaoxin looked at Fang Ze and asked.

It's convenient to take the high-speed rail, but I don't know if Da Miao has arranged an identity for Liu Maoxing.

So Fang Ze asked Liu Maoxing, "Little Xing, do you know your ID number?"

"ID card number?" Liu Maoxing obviously didn't know this thing, but he touched his head and thought for a while, then found a note from his pocket, "Is this it?"

Fang Ze took the note and looked at it. There were thirteen digits written on it. It seemed that there should be no problem with the ID number.

So Fang Ze entered Liu Maoxing's ID number and name into the ticket-buying software, and after verifying his identity, he bought high-speed rail tickets for the three of them.

I went out and took a taxi to the high-speed rail station, got a temporary ID card for the underage Liu Maoxing, and got on the bus when the time came.

On the high-speed rail, Liu Maoxing looked at the surrounding layout curiously. When Lin Xiaoxin went to the bathroom, he asked Fang Ze in a low voice, "Is this the carriage in your world? What kind of animal is used to pull such a big cart?"

"It's not pulled by animals, it's a mechanical device called an engine." Fang Ze simply explained to Liu Maoxing.

"If you use this kind of thing to pull goods, it can definitely keep the ingredients fresh and not easy to rot."

"In fact, when we ship seafood and other ingredients with a long shelf life, there are faster transportation methods."

"This is the ideal place for chefs." Liu Maoxing sighed.

While Fang Ze was chatting with Liu Maoxing, a person suddenly walked in front of them and said in broken Chinese, "Hi, excuse me."

Fang Ze looked up and found that this was an Asian who didn't look very Chinese. And from the politeness in his body, Fang Ze guessed that he was either from South Korea or from Neon.

"What's wrong?" Fang Ze looked at the man and asked.

"Do you still remember me?" The man bowed and said to Fang Ze, "The last time you came to eat in my restaurant with your neon friends."

"Go to your restaurant to eat with my neon friends?" Fang Ze raised his eyes and thought for a while.

Neon friends, are you talking about gin?

I remembered.

Fang Ze pointed to this person and said, "You are the chef of that Japanese grocery store, right?"

"Yes, yes." The neon chef nodded and said to Fang Ze, "Does your friend have time these days? I'm going to Lin'an this time to participate in the Xianghu Food Festival with my senior brother." .If he can come then, I will definitely let him eat authentic neon cuisine."

"He seems to be very busy recently." Fang Ze thought to himself while talking. ‘Gin is probably busy cutting Conan recently, let alone authentic neon cuisine, even if he calls the top chef in the neon cuisine world, he doesn’t have time to eat it. '

"That's it." The neon chef paused for a moment, and then continued, "But I still hope you can inform me, after all, I am really sorry about what happened last time."

"Well, okay." Fang Ze wanted to quickly resolve this awkward conversation,

So he nodded in agreement.

Seeing that Fang Ze agreed, the Neon chef left with peace of mind.

"Is it the chef from Neon?" Liu Maoxing asked looking at the back of the departing Neon chef.

"Yes, but I'm not very interested in Japanese food." Fang Ze said, "The main reason is that I can't accept sashimi. Others are fine."

"I once tasted Neon's sashimi." Liu Maoxing said, "Although the chef of Neon has worked hard, just using wasabi is really not the best way to eat sashimi."

"Uh, isn't wasabi and sashimi the best match for neon chefs to put wasabi on top of sashimi?"

"No." Liu Maoxing said, "Neon's chefs put wasabi on top of the sashimi because the local condiments in Neon are too scarce. They don't have pepper, cloves, and sansho is far away in Hokkaido, which leads to Wasabi was added because of the lack of various seasoning techniques.”

Liu Maoxing started popularizing science with Fang Ze, "Generally speaking, if a certain ingredient needs to be eaten raw, the purpose is to preserve the original flavor. The best way to preserve the original flavor is actually to add salt."

"And the mustard in Japanese food is actually not the same thing as the mustard we usually know. The mustard we know has become a condiment used by chefs as early as the Zhou Dynasty. The production method is to mix mustard The seeds are ground into a powder, which makes mustard."

"But the color of the wasabi made in this way is yellow. It is not the same color as the wasabi used in Japanese food. Strictly speaking, the wasabi used in Japanese food is not real wasabi. It is a kind of mustard from ' Wasabi' is a plant. Wasabi and mustard greens taste similar, and if you are not a professional cook or someone who eats these two vegetables frequently, there is no way to tell the difference between wasabi and mustard greens."

"So the wasabi used in Japanese food is actually wasabi. These plants grow in clear water and can be used as seasoning for at least three years. Even in our world of neon, the price is quite expensive. So neon Chefs in Rainbow will use such an expensive and highly stimulating seasoning.”

When Liu Maoxing said this, Fang Ze remembered that he had read the news before, and it was said that some cutting-edge Japanese food chefs in Neon had begun to use yuzu sauce instead of wasabi in high-end Japanese food as a condiment for sashimi. As a result, it was criticized by some so-called traditional Japanese food chefs with "artisan spirit" as deviant.

"Xiao Xing, what kind of seasoning do you think is better for sashimi?" Fang Ze asked.

"I haven't done research on sashimi, so I don't dare to talk nonsense. But if Brother Fang wants to try different sashimi, I recommend you to try Korean sashimi, or there are some places in Nanyang. Nice chef making sashimi."

"But to be honest." Liu Maoxing scratched the back of his head and said, "The true meaning of food is to eat as you like. For food like sashimi, if there are enough seasonings, you can mix it with whatever you like. It’s good to match what, don’t stick to tradition.”

"That's it." Fang Ze nodded, expressing his understanding.

It turns out that the combination of sashimi with wasabi in Japanese food is just that neon people didn't have to eat it in ancient times, so they can only eat it like this.

Thanks to my big China, which has a vast land and abundant resources, so that foodies can have enough seasonings for free matching.

As soon as the two finished talking, Lin Xiaoxin walked back and sat down. "What are you two talking about?"

"I'm talking about food and sharing cooking experience." Fang Ze replied.

"I'll believe you when you talk about food, let's just exchange experience." Lin Xiaoxin looked at Fang Ze and said, "Aside from cooking instant noodles, what else can you do."

"Let me think about it." Fang Ze started counting with his fingers, "Braised liver with fresh flower salad, stir-fried sliced ​​lung, Vidal sauce with French foie gras, chicken liver pate mixed with peppercorns and wine jelly. ..."

"Stop, stop." Lin Xiaoxin interrupted Fang Ze directly and said, "Let's not talk about your weird dish names. The point is, you, a person who can even scramble eggs and fried rice, will definitely These dishes."

"Actually." Fang Ze put his hand on Lin Xiaoxin's shoulder and said, "I am a top western chef who is proficient in seventeen languages."

"Hahaha." Lin Xiaoxin looked up and laughed three times, then looked at Fang Ze and said, "The joke you told is so funny, I almost died laughing."

"No one believes the truth these days." Fang Ze held his forehead and mourned.

"As the saying goes, a dog owner doesn't know the temper of the dog. I have known you for so many years. I know how many times you peed the bed when you were a child. How can I know if you can cook and speak a few languages? .”

"Let's not talk about the seventeen national languages. You have dialects and your half-baked English. It's not bad to have three."

"Although there is an old saying that is good, the so-called rough words are not rough." Fang Ze looked at Lin Xiaoxin and said, "But isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to use the metaphor of 'the dog owner doesn't know the temper of the dog'?"

"Then how do you compare it?" Lin Xiaoxin said, "Using the sentence 'I have fed you so hard with a handful of shit and urine, I don't know how capable you are'?"

"I didn't grow up eating shit and drinking urine, thank you."

The two bickered all the way and introduced various knowledge of modern society to Liu Maoxing, and soon arrived at the high-speed railway station in Lin'an.

"It's a bit crowded today." After getting off the bus, Lin Xiaoxin said looking at the crowds in the high-speed rail station.

"I guess they are all here to participate in the food festival." Fang Ze took out his mobile phone and tried to call a taxi. "I'll see if I can get Didi, otherwise we can only go by subway."

"It should be possible." Lin Xiaoxin said with a guilty conscience, but five minutes later, the few people were completely desperate in the face of Didi, which still had no one to take the order.

"Are there so many people today!" Fang Ze had no choice but to use his mobile phone to check the subway route. Fortunately, the terminal station of the subway in Lin'an is Xianghu Station, which is still very convenient, and there is no need to transfer.

Although it can be expected that the subway is crowded like a dog, there is no way around it.

While Fang Ze was checking the map, a voice suddenly shouted cheerfully, "Fang Ze!"