"Steamed fish is the dish that best reflects the lightness and original flavor of Cantonese cuisine. To make this dish, you must preserve the original flavor of the fish to the greatest extent, making it light and tender, but without leaving any fishy smell, so it is a test of the chef's skills."
"Try it yourself, do you dare to say that the steamed fish you made is light and tender?" Jiang Hao said as he handed the chopsticks in his hand to the chef. The fat chef's face changed and he wanted to take the chopsticks but didn't dare to take them. He looked embarrassed. Suddenly, applause sounded next to him, and some guests applauded.
"I really learned a lot. It turns out that there are so many tricks to cooking."
"Interesting, interesting. Fat chef met an expert today, just admit it."
"Everyone said that 'Bai Ji's' cooking is good, but it turns out it's not. I won't eat here anymore."
After listening to the diners' words, the fat chef's face was extremely ugly, and he looked at Jiang Hao with hatred in his eyes. Regardless of whether this guy came to make trouble or not, he had a very bad impact on him today.
"Who are you?" The fat chef asked with an unkind face.
Jiang Hao said in a somewhat arrogant tone: "My name is Stephen Zhou."
The people around him didn't know who Stephen Zhou was, but the fat boss's face changed, obviously knowing who Stephen Zhou was.
Suddenly, someone next to him said: "Stephen Zhou, oh, I remember, is it the God of Cookery?"
Being reminded by this, the others immediately remembered.
"The God of Cookery, Stephen Chow, I remember him too. Is he the bankrupt Stephen Chow? The newspapers have been full of news about him these past two days. Because of food problems, his chain of restaurants was closed down by the Department of Health. He lost his hundreds of millions of yuan and is now heavily in debt."
"A wealthy man is eating at a small restaurant like this. He looks really down and out. He is still so picky even in this situation. He is worthy of being the God of Cookery."
"Hehe, he is the former God of Cookery."
"A millionaire is now reduced to showing off his skills in a small street restaurant. It's really pitiful."
"He is so down and out, and his mouth is still so poisonous. Isn't he afraid of being beaten by the fat boss?"
People talked about Stephen Chow, and their tone was inevitably ridiculed and mocked. He used to be a wealthy man, high and mighty, and these people could not reach him. Now he is down and out, and there is definitely no sympathy. It is normal for people to take advantage of his misfortune and mock him.
The fat chef looked at Jiang Hao carefully. The name of the God of Cookery was well-known in the food industry. Of course, now he is only infamous.
Unexpectedly, this guy came to his side, waved the big spoon in his hand, pointed at the door and said: "What God of Food, bah, I never believe in your nonsense, my 'Bai Ji' does not welcome you, please leave."
Jiang Hao was not annoyed, shrugged his shoulders, with a little helplessness on his face, turned and walked out of the restaurant. Zhen Xiaoqiu saw it and hurriedly took her bag and chased him out. When the two walked to the street, Zhen Xiaoqiu said angrily: "Humph, dare to drive away the guests, expose him tomorrow."
Jiang Hao suddenly smiled and said: "Why bother, you ate a meal for free, and you still want to expose him, be a kind person." Zhen Xiaoqiu was stunned, and then realized that they didn't seem to have payed the bill, and the fat chef drove them out of the restaurant, and they really ate for free.
She looked at Jiang Hao and said: "Hey, you said you would make me famous, you are not really lying to me."
Jiang Hao said: "What do you think of my evaluation of his dishes just now?"
"It was quite interesting." Zhen Xiaoqiu said.
"Were the diners next to you also attracted?" Jiang Hao asked.
Zhen Xiaoqiu thought about it and nodded, "Yes."
"So I have a good idea, to make a food show, it will definitely become popular." Jiang Hao said.
Zhen Xiaoqiu was a little disappointed when she heard it, and said with a pout, "There are many food shows on TV, "Fangtai Kitchen" and "Mother Chen Teaches You Cooking". These shows are only watched by those housewives and grandmas, and they can't be popular."
"Haha, don't worry, those were all programs that taught people how to cook, which were bland and unoriginal. I'm talking about starting a food complaining show." Jiang Hao said with a smile.
"Food complaining, what does it mean?" The female reporter asked in confusion.
"In short, I'm the main one. After all, I was the God of Food in the past, and I still have some fame. The TV station follows me, eats in all the major restaurants, and then complains about the dishes, finds faults, and competes with the chefs. Do you think it's interesting?" Jiang Hao said.
" I'm afraid you're only infamous now." Zhen Xiaoqiu said.
"Haha, a bad reputation is also a reputation. This will make it more topical and attract people to watch. It is watchable, entertaining, and topical. I can guarantee that this program will be popular. It depends on whether your TV station has the courage." Jiang Hao said confidently.
Jiang Hao had his own ideas for this. He was penniless now. If he wanted to complete the task, he had to have money, but it was impossible to get it in a short time. When the female reporter chased him, he suddenly thought of such an idea.
By opening such a program, he can take the opportunity to taste all kinds of food and achieve his goal of completing the task.
Zhen Xiaoqiu fell into deep thought. 'Him starting a poisonous tongue food god program to complain about the dishes made by major restaurants and fight with the chefs, but doing so would definitely offend those big hotels.'
"Will this work?" Zhen Xiaoqiu hesitated
"It will definitely work. When the time comes, you will be the food host. When this program becomes popular, won't you also become famous?" Jiang Hao persuaded her step by step, like a little devil.
Zhen Xiaoqiu was moved. She had worked at the TV station for two years but had not seen any improvement. Her dream was far away. Maybe this was an opportunity.
"Okay, I'll talk to my supervisor and see what he thinks." Zhen Xiaoqiu said, and turned to leave.
"Hey, beautiful girl, where are you going?" Jiang Hao called her. Zhen Xiaoqiu turned to look at Jiang Hao, "Of course I'm going home. It's very late, don't you know? Oh, by the way, give me your phone number, I'll contact you when I get the results."
Jiang Hao spread his hands, "I don't have a phone now."
"How can you not have a phone?" The female reporter asked in disbelief.
Jiang Hao put on a very sad expression, "I'm homeless now, I don't even have a place to live, so naturally I can't contact you by phone."
It's 1996 now. Although there are mobile phones, they are high-consumption luxury goods. The former God of Cookery naturally had a mobile phone, but Stephen Chow's current situation certainly can't afford it.
"Where is your mansion?" The female reporter asked.
"It's sealed. "
Jiang Hao stretched out his hand, "So beauty, can we discuss something? Can you lend me a few thousand yuan?"
Zhen Xiaoqiu hugged her backpack and looked at Jiang Hao warily, "What are you going to do? Rob me?"