Only Huang Zitao, Li Rui, and Sun Yang were left at the artist table. The three of them preferred western food. After all, KFC was popular nowadays. Foreigners' fried chicken and hamburgers had become the main food of many well-off families. It couldn't be helped. People nowadays always had a very distorted view of food.
That was, as long as it was something from abroad, it must be better than domestic. But in fact, that was not the case. Our country was the world's largest production and processing base. Most of the world's garment factories were in our country, and many manufacturing and electronic processing factories were here.
In other words, a lot of foreign goods were actually produced by our country and shipped over. Wasn't there a funny piece of news on the Internet some time ago? A certain tycoon bought a large number of toilet covers in Japan, thinking that they were high-end goods. In the end, when he bought them back, he found out that they were actually produced and exported by our country …
Even their diet had been influenced by others. When others drank coffee, they drank coffee. When others ate fried chicken, they ate it as well. Whatever others did, they imitated them. This was a typical case of fawning over foreign things and worshipping foreign things. It was unknown how such a mentality was established.
Our tea ceremony and food are the richest and best in the world. Just one of the eight major cuisines can beat the whole hamburger series in seconds. What is a hamburger?
It was nothing more than a piece of meat sandwiched between two pieces of bread. As for what kind of meat it was, there were many kinds. As long as it was meat, it could be sandwiched. It was no different from the roujiamo and guokui in the north.
Hero Camp, kitchen.
In order to prepare a western feast for the crew, Wei Dong had placed a lot of cooking utensils and ovens in the kitchen.
A foreigner in his early thirties, with a face full of whiskers, a high nose bridge, and slightly curly hair, was gnawing on a hamburger in his hand.
He was wearing a coffee-colored uniform and a top hat. This kind of costume was very common in Western restaurants. Usually, the head chef of a restaurant would dress like this.
But to Lu Fei's surprise, the foreigner was wearing a pair of slippers. This scene was a bit of a spoilsport. What kind of habit was this?
"You are?"
The foreigner frowned and couldn't help but ask in French English.
Among the several artists present, except for Lu Fei who was proficient in English, only Yang Mi understood a little, but such a simple greeting in English could still be understood by everyone.
"I'm here to cook. Please excuse me." Lu Fei knew that this guy was asking him a question, so he answered in English. Lu Fei's English was very fluent, and it was authentic English. It was not the American English. In the United States, if you could speak fluent British English, girls would like you very much.
It was like those Koreans speaking Korean Mandarin. When fangirls heard Oppa say, "I love you guys!", they couldn't help waving their hands and shouting.
The reason was similar. The US was once a colony of the British Empire. This habit seemed to be something that flowed in their blood. Yes, it was a past that could not be erased.
This was very similar to our favorite Cantonese. It was said that Cantonese was the language closest to the ancient language. In ancient times, Huaxia spoke a language similar to Cantonese.
The foreigner's tone was a little unhappy, and he put on a high and mighty look. It seemed that most foreigners had such arrogance.
He was surprised by Lu Fei's fluent English. Of course, he was just surprised. But cooking? What kind of dishes?
"You can cook? Ridiculous! " The foreigner was a little surprised. He saw that Lu Fei was fair and clean. At first glance, he didn't look like someone who could cook. If he could cook, he would eat a crab burger in one bite.
"Can't you just try it?" Lu Fei raised his eyebrows slightly and answered with a smile.
"This is my kitchen. Why should I let you try it? At least it's mine now. While I'm using it, no one else can use it. Yes, without my permission."
Good lord, the foreigner dared to be so arrogant in this place. Lu Fei really didn't know where he got the courage. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "Are you sure?"
"Hehe, I'm sure." He nodded and no longer looked at Lu Fei. Instead, he took a bite of the burger in his hand. It was obvious that he disdained to communicate with Lu Fei. The other party's fluent British English made him very uncomfortable. It was like he always spoke American English but couldn't get any girls.
In the US, there were still relatively few foodies, especially girls. In general, the US was a country that didn't pay much attention to food. Even if the foreigner in front of him was a Michelin chef, it was still very difficult for him to get girls with his cooking skills. However, there was one thing that could be confirmed, and that was that no matter where you were, money was the pass.
When this guy saw the beautiful girls behind Lu Fei, his eyes couldn't help but light up. Now, he naturally wanted to give this guy a show of strength. Of course, the kitchen wasn't his, he was just frying chicken pieces and frying steak, that's all.
Lu Fei didn't say anything. Instead, he walked directly to a large wok that no one was using and started to use it. He didn't pay any attention to the astonished gaze of this guy. His movements were extremely nimble. The few girls stood at the side and watched quietly.
From the moment they came in, except for the expressionless glance at the Michelin chef uncle at the beginning, they didn't look at him anymore. This made the foreigner feel a deep sense of frustration in his heart. Yes, that feeling was very uncomfortable and unpleasant.
"Hehe, little guy, you can cook? Ridiculous. " He still didn't believe that Lu Fei could cook. He shook his head. Naturally, his heart was filled with contempt. In his opinion, this was nothing more than a means to get girls. When he was abroad, he often used it, but it was useless because he was slightly less handsome.
However, when he saw Lu Fei at first glance, he recognized who Lu Fei was. Although he was a foreigner, he had been working in China for a long time. When he was bored, he often watched TV or watched the news. He often saw Lu Fei's face, but he didn't have any expression.
He had seen many stars and handsome people. Naturally, he didn't think there was anything strange about it. In the foreigner's world view, there was no such thing as handsome because in his eyes, he was the most handsome.
"I'll just quietly watch you suffer." He chuckled and muttered to himself. Lu Fei's movements were very fast. What he was going to do later was to clear the water. Yes, a simple clear water.
Boil water, prepare noodles, green onions, eggs, lard, salt, a little MSG, and add an egg to the clear water. Otherwise, it would be too monotonous.
Including himself, he needed to prepare a total of five sets of clear water. In addition to noodles, Lu Fei was also going to make stir-fried shredded potatoes for Yang Mi. Don't ask him why he liked stir-fried so much, it was because it was delicious.
The potatoes were peeled, sliced, and then shredded. Lu Fei's movements were smooth, especially the shredded potatoes he cut. The thickness was uniform and the length was the same. It was amazing.
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