"Crab stuffed with oranges? What the hell is this? How can crabs be put together with oranges? Stuffed with crabs! Make wine with crabs? Get rid of this too!"
Half of the dishes on a good menu were belittled as useless by the Duke of Newcastle. Liu Dadao finally couldn't bear it anymore, and the part-time Manchu Qing craftsman completely exploded.
What exactly is Liu Dadao's job? He couldn't explain this himself. He might have been a domestic slave of Cixi, a Manchu craftsman, but it didn't seem like it. After all, this guy's external identity was that of an imperial cook, and he had been a cook for decades.
He really liked cooking, and he really regarded cooking as a kind of enjoyment. It was this extremely professional spirit that deceived the CIA. In addition, in order to cover his identity, the Manchus deliberately sacrificed the lives of several secret agents. This Only then did he successfully break through the CIA's censorship.
Therefore, Liu Dadao's job is to be a chef, but his job as a spy has become a part-time job.
In order to protect his reputation as an imperial chef and to prevent his craftsmanship from being insulted, Liu Dadao completely exploded. He grabbed the menu from the Duke's hand and shouted, "Change, change, change! This dish can't be cooked. Are you the imperial chef or the imperial chef?" I am the royal chef and I don’t understand anything. What are you talking about?”
"Can you eat it? Do you have taste!"
The Duke of Newcastle was stunned at the time. He really didn't expect that a chef would dare to yell at him. When he listened to the translation, the Duke was also angry.
"What? How dare you say that I don't know how to eat? How dare you laugh at us British nobles for having no taste? How presumptuous... Every high-ranking noble in the Empire where the sun never sets is a top gourmet!"
"We may not know how to cook, but when it comes to food appreciation, you are definitely no match! Because we have the food supply chain of the entire earth..."
The Duke of Newcastle roared angrily. He wanted to teach this ignorant Chinese chef a lesson. Dare you say that I, a nobleman of the British Empire, have no taste? Dare you say we can’t eat it?
The colonies of the Empire on which the Sun Never Sets spanned the entire earth. According to measurements three years ago, the colonies of the British Empire had reached 33 million square kilometers of land.
Such a vast colony naturally provided rich food sources for the big shots in London, including top-quality wheat from North America and Odessa, top-quality dates and palm oil from Arabia, and beef and mutton from New Zealand and Australia.
The top-quality cod in the deep sea of the North Atlantic and even the rare specialty dodo in the Indian Ocean were all common items on the tables of British aristocrats.
Not to mention the various game products produced in the vast Africa, the top coffee produced in Kenya alone consumes more than half of the production in the UK each year.
The best cashews in the world are produced in Mozambique, and the best abalone is produced in South Africa. Even the Duke once tasted very rough lion meat and zebra meat.
Have you Chinese ever eaten these things? How dare you say that I, an Englishman, have no food appreciation?
The prosperity of the Empire on which the sun never sets is beyond the imagination of you backward peoples. Now even the whole of Europe is providing us with delicious food.
The best beer comes from Prussia, the best ham comes from Spain, the best wine comes from France, as well as caviar from Tsarist Russia and unique pickled herring from Northern Europe...these best ingredients must be supplied to London as soon as possible. cafeteria.
How dare you say that London aristocrats don’t know how to eat? It’s really unbearable!
Liu Dadao didn't know what the Duke was nagging about, and the Duke's translator obviously couldn't adapt to such a fast speaking speed, and many sentences were translated intermittently.
This is simply a chicken talk, but the Chinese people present can still understand the general meaning of the Duke through the intermittent words. To put it bluntly, he is bragging that the British are gourmets and they have the best ingredients in the world.
"Enough! It's over..." Liu Dadao yelled, "You have the best materials, and we in China still have thousands of years of accumulated cooking experience! Without good craftsmanship, all you have is useless. ?”
"You've never even tasted crab-stuffed oranges, and you still call yourself a gourmet? You also make wine, and you're not afraid of people's jokes... Crab-stuffed oranges are made by hollowing out the oranges, removing the paste, yolks, and meat from the crabs and cooking them. Putting it in is a cumbersome process that tests the chef’s skills..."
"To tell you the truth, these raw crabs are specially caught from Yangcheng Lake in the south of the Yangtze River in China. They were raised on sea ships for several months and finally arrived in Europe! I really don't know the goods..."
The Duke was stunned when he heard this, "Jiangnan? Amber? God, are you going to give us freshwater crabs? Can we eat such small and ugly things?"
Of course, there are freshwater crabs in Europe, but the number is too rare, and the varieties are not as good as the Chinese river crabs. In addition, Europeans do not know how to cook this delicacy, so this kind of crab appears to Europeans as a pest. in perspective.
When he heard today that Chinese chefs were going to use this ugly little thing to cook, the Duke collapsed.
"God! I really can't stand it anymore. I have to see the head of state. Please let me see the head of state immediately. This banquet is about to be ruined by you!"
"I ruined it?" Liu Dadao jumped up angrily, "I am the imperial chef! I am the imperial chef in the Forbidden City! I ruined it... I don't believe it today. I won't change a single dish on this menu. I don't believe it." …”
Liu Dadao's anger aroused the common hatred of all the Eastern chefs present. Although they did not dare to quarrel directly with the Duke, they all stood behind the head chef, staring at the British group with angry eyes, and using practical actions to show the head chef Support and cheer up.
"Crazy, you Chinese are crazy! I can't explain it to you, I'll go find your head of state..."
But when the Duke turned around and wanted to leave, several soldiers on guard stopped him. The leader, Wang Chen, said with a wicked smile, "I'm sorry, the head of state is resting and can't see you. You'd better go." Let’s take a break in the study and drink tea!”
"How about I notify Bureau Wang and they will accompany you?"
"No, I want to see the head of state, I want to see the person in charge! I want to find someone who can give orders..."
"Sorry, I just said that the head of state is resting. No one can disturb him without orders. I can't let you go..."
"You dare to stop me? That's too presumptuous. This is British land, and you actually dare to stop me?" The Duke's spittle flew everywhere, and veins popped up on his forehead with anger.
Wang Chen was not afraid to raise his head and look at the other party with a murderous look and sneered, "It's true that this is British territory, but the head of our Chinese family lives here at the moment. So before we leave, this is a diplomatic occasion..."
"Don't you have such rules in Europe? Embassies and consulates belong to the territory of other countries, so I can think the same...here is the East Palace, and when it performs the functions of the embassy and consulate, it is us Chinese territory!”
"On our own territory, of course we have the final say!"
