Chapter 33： : Gourmet Spit

"Steamed fish is the most light and original dish in Cantonese cuisine. To make this dish, it is necessary to preserve the original flavor of the fish to the greatest extent, so that it is light and tender, but not fishy, ​​so it is a test of the chef. technology."

"Taste it by yourself, do you dare to say that the steamed fish you made is light and tender?" Jiang Hao said and handed the chopsticks in his hand to the chef.

The chubby chef's face was fickle, and he wanted to pick up chopsticks, but he did not dare to pick it up. It was a embarrassing look. Suddenly, applause rang out beside him, and some guests applauded.

"It's been a long time. There are so many doorways for cooking."

"Interesting and interesting, fat chef has met experts today, let's recognize it."

"Everyone says‘ Bai Kee ’is good, but it ’s not working. I wo n’t eat here later.”

I listened to the diners. The fat chef's face was extremely ugly. Looking at Jiang Hao's eyes were full of badness, no matter whether this guy came to make trouble, today also caused him a very bad influence.

"Who the **** are you?" The fat chef asked with a bad expression.

Min Jianghao said in a somewhat arrogant tone: "My name is Stephen Chow."

People around don't know who Stephen Week is, but the fat boss's face changed, apparently know who Stephen Week is.

Suddenly, a person next to him said, "Stephen Chou, oh, I remember, is that the **** of food?"

I was reminded so, others immediately remembered.

"God of food, Stephen Week, I also remembered, is that bankrupted Steve's Week of Stephen, all these newspapers are full of his news, because of food problems, his chain of restaurants was closed down by the Department of Health, hundreds of millions of net worth It's gone, and now it's debt-ridden. "

"Every rich man has eaten at such a small restaurant. It seems really downcast. They all have such mouths and are so picky. It is indeed a **** of food."

"Hehehe, is a former **** of food."

"Billionaire, it's pitiful to fall into a small street restaurant to show off skills."

"It's all done like this, and your mouth is so poisonous, so you're not afraid to be beaten by a fat boss."

People talk about Stephen Week, and can't help but bring ridicule and ridicule in his tone. Previously, he was a rich man, lofty and high, not these people can reach. Now he is down, sympathy is certainly not there. It is normal for people to ridicule. .

The fat chef looked at Jiang Hao carefully. The name of the **** of food is famous in the food industry. Of course, now only the notoriety is left.

Unexpectedly, this guy came to his side, came and waved a big spoon in his hand, pointed at the door and said, "What a **** of food, I am, Lao Tzu has never believed in your set, my 'Bai Ji' does not welcome you, Please leave. "

Jiang Hao was not upset, shrugged, with a little helplessness on his face, turned around and walked out of the restaurant. When Zhen Xiaoqiu took a look, he quickly chased out with the bag. The two went to the street. Zhen Xiaoqiu said indignantly: "Hum, dare Drive out the guests and expose him tomorrow. "

Hao Jianghao smiled suddenly on his face, and said, "Why bother, eat a meal for nothing, and expose others, and be kind."

As soon as Zhen Zhen Xiaoqiu realized it, they didn't seem to be paying their bills, and the fat chef drove them out of the restaurant. They did eat for nothing.

看 She looked at Jiang Hao and said, "Hey, what you said made me famous, wouldn't it really lie to me?"

Minjiang Hao said: "I just evaluated his dishes, how do you feel."

"It feels nothing, but it's very interesting." Zhen Xiaoqiu said.

"Is the diners next to me also attracted?" Jiang Hao asked.

Zhen Zhen Xiaoqiu thought about it and nodded, "Yeah."

所以 "So I have a good idea, making a food show, it will definitely get hot." Jiang Hao said.

Zhen Xiaoqiu was a little disappointed when she heard it. She piqued her mouth and said, "There are many food shows on TV," Fang Tai Kitchen "and" Mother Chen teaches you how to cook. "These shows are only watched by the teachers and grandma. , Wouldn't you just come up with such an idea. "

"Oh, don't worry, the programs that taught people to cook before were bland and uninspiring. What I was talking about was a food-sucking program." Jiang Hao said with a smile.

"Gourmet spit, what does it mean." The female reporter asked puzzled.

"In simple terms, I am the main one. After all, I was a god-eater in the past, and I still have some fame. The TV station followed me and ate through all the restaurants. Then I started to talk about those dishes, pick up problems, and fight with the chef. It will be interesting. "Jiang Hao said.

"You, I'm afraid there is only the infamous left now." Zhen Xiaoqiu said.

"Oh, notoriety is also famous, so that it is more topical and can attract people to come in and watch. The viewing, entertainment, and topicality are all there. I can guarantee that this program will be popular. It depends on whether your TV station has this courage. "Jiang Hao said chicly.

Jiang Hao had his own ideas for this move. He is now penniless. To complete the task, he must have money, but it is impossible to get it in a while. When a female reporter chased her, he suddenly thought of such a thing. idea.

Leverage!

Open such a program ~ www.novelhall.com ~ he can take the opportunity to taste a variety of cuisines to achieve the purpose of completing his own tasks.

Tong Zhen Xiaoqiu lost her thoughts and set up a poisonous tongue-eating God program, which spit out the dishes made by the restaurants and the chef, but this will definitely offend those big hotels.

"Can this be done?" Zhen Xiaoqiu asked inquiringly.

"It must be, when you come to be a food host, when the show is on fire, won't you become famous?" Jiang Hao followed a good temptation, just like a little devil.

Xun Zhen Xiaoqiu was so impressed that she had worked in the TV station for two years and saw no improvement. Her dream was far-fetched. Perhaps this was an opportunity.

"Well, I'll ask my supervisor to say what the boss's opinion is." Zhen Xiaoqiu finished, and then turned around and left.

"Hey, beau, why are you going?" Jiang Hao called her.

Xun Zhen Xiaoqiu turned to look at Jiang Hao, "Of course I went back. Don't you know it's late, oh, yes, call me, and I'll contact you with the results."

Min Jianghao let out a hand, "I don't have a phone right now."

"How could there be no phone?" The female reporter asked unbelievably.

Min Jianghao put on a sad expression, "I'm homeless now, I don't even have a place to live, so naturally I don't have a phone call."

It's 1996. Although there is a mobile phone, but that thing is a high-consumption luxury item. The former God of Food naturally had a mobile phone. It can't be used up in Stephen Zhou's current situation.

"Where is your mansion?" The female reporter asked.

"Blocked."

Min Jianghao held out his hand. "So beauties, can you discuss something and borrow thousands of dollars to spend."

Yi Zhen Xiaoqiu grabbed his backpack and looked at Jiang Hao vigilantly: "What are you doing, robbery?"