Chapter 563
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Maybe someone with a unique taste would fall in love with the British people.
The fish and chips shop Qin Guan had chosen was different from a traditional restaurant with a long history. It was just a simple shop on the street.
Two staff members were busy inside. One was in charge of packaging and cashier, while the other was in charge of preparing the most common British traditional cuisine in the small kitchen.
Since it was fish and chips, the ingredients were naturally two very simple ingredients. The operation method was so simple that there was no technical content. It was even worse than the mixed starch jelly and Liangpi in northern and southern China.
There were more than 10 types of potatoes in Britain, but the ones used for fish and chips were bigger and had a higher content of starch. They were similar to the old potatoes in China.
Those French fries were more like potato sticks. Each of them was a little thicker than two fingers of a normal person.
On the other hand, the processing of fish meat was even more crude. Some shops only removed the bones from the fish skin, wrapped it in bread crust, and deep-fried the fish meat with tallow.
The whole piece of cod meat was not pickled by the so-called traditional methods. The clumsy Englishmen would only add some eggs and salt to the batter. In order to suit their tastes, they would also add some milk or dark beer.
There was a long line behind Qin Guan, who was working hard in the shop.
Some of them, who looked like British locals, started to advertise for the owner of the shop after realizing that Qin Guan was an outsider.
"Tourists?"
"Sort of."
"Then you're in luck." The brown-haired man gave Qin Guan a thumbs-up. "I've been eating fish and chips here for years. It's not a big shop, but it's really good."
Qin Guan had a perfect expression on his face, as if he had won a prize. He looked at the kitchen with a proud smile.
At this time, the boss had already put two servings of fish and chips on the chopping board. The Times newspaper was sliced into two by him.
The piping hot potato stick was placed on top of the newspaper. The boss wrapped a whole piece of fried golden fish in the middle of the potato stick like a work of art.
Then, he wrapped the takeaway into the shape of an ice cream cone in the most beautiful way possible.
A big plate of fish and chips was handed to Qin Guan through the window. Qin Guan was petrified by the food in his hand.
Brother! How can you wrap food in a newspaper?
"Huh?"
Before Qin Guan could say anything, the man behind him explained kindly, "Our fish and chips are always wrapped in newspapers."
"That group of arrogant experts said that it's an unhealthy way to eat! They said it's in paper and lunch boxes! "
"How dare you call it fish and chips if you don't wrap it in newspapers?"
Qin Guan was speechless. What kind of traditional store is this? The old men behind him looked at the indignant middle-aged man and nodded in agreement.
"That's right. In the past, after we finished our main meal, we could just read The Times. Nowadays, young people just want to save a few cents … Sigh, people are not what they used to be …"
Was this a matter of saving money?
This group of masters must be here for the free newspaper …
The corners of Qin Guan's mouth twitched. He took the second plate of fish and chips and squeezed some vinegar from a big bottle of seasoning.
Qin Guan walked over to Julia Roberts with the food in his hand.
"It smells good. My sharp nose tells me that this is a good lunch. After all, even the worst food will taste better with the help of frying."
Julia Roberts didn't reject Qin Guan's kindness. She took the newspaper bag gracefully and looked at the cute actor with a gentle smile.
"Don't worry about it. It's not expensive at all."
He took the lead and bit down on the fish in his hand.
The crust was thick and tasteless. Qin Guan's teeth crushed it easily.
Only after breaking through the layers of resistance on his tongue did he manage to taste the fish inside.
It was a strong fishy smell. The fish had not been processed by Chinese people, so it had retained the purest taste of the fish. However, it still smelled fishy.
Coupled with the bland and tasteless dough skin, it was as if you had taken a small yellow croaker that had not been processed, hung it in a wok, and fried it a few times before serving it on the table.
As a top-notch glutton, wasting food was absolutely intolerable. With hot tears in his eyes, he swallowed the semi-solid, unchewed fish in his mouth.
Then, he raised his head and stretched out his hand in Julia Roberts' direction.
"Don't eat it. This is simply a dark cuisine!"
"What the hell? I can't cheat you! "
Julia Roberts combed her hair behind her ears happily. "I thought Chinese people could accept anything. I'm glad you find it disgusting."
Then she opened her sexy mouth and swallowed the fried fish in one gulp.
"I used to eat like this in London. It didn't affect me at all..."
Can I say this is a racial advantage?
As a Chinese, Qin Guan couldn't do that.
He angrily swallowed the food in his hand as if he was swallowing a candle. But he saw that the big sister opposite him had already wiped her oily lips clean.
Qin Guan felt sorry for the British people, as there were many people waiting in line on the other side of the street.
Don't they know how dark their food is? So much so that in a worldwide survey, your first impression of Britain was not Buckingham Palace, the Queen, the Beatles, or Shakespeare, but fish and chips, which were full of ridicule.
Julia laughed heartily. The sparrows forsook their food and flew up to the grey sky above the Thames.
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