Jiang Hua didn't know what Zhang Kai thought of him. He was working hard to help clean the car. On this sunny day, the special zone weather forecast said it was suitable for outdoor car cleaning.
After washing the car and eating, the chef's skills in the cafeteria are indeed top-notch. In addition, the ingredients here in Lao Chou are not expensive, so the chef can show off his cooking skills to his heart's content.
There was nothing else to do in the afternoon. Jiang Hua continued to study. When he first arrived abroad, he was exposed to work that he had never done before. Studying was indispensable.
The next day, the canteen chef finally worked hard and made barbecued pork buns, and a rich aroma filled the restaurant.
"Master Tang, what about barbecued pork buns today?" Jiang Hua asked happily.
The master chef fiddled with the big spoon. He liked this newcomer from the bottom of his heart. He had already come to help with the cooking twice in the first few days.
"Yes, the compatriots in Chinatown sent us the ingredients to improve everyone's food today."
Jiang Hua smiled and said: "Master Tang, do you have a lunch box here? Put a few barbecued pork buns in it. When I finish eating, give it to the hot dog seller at the door. Let's impress him with the delicious flowers."
Master Tang's face changed: "Xiao Jiang, you have just arrived, so you can't do anything nonsense."
"Hey, don't worry, Master Tang. I made an appointment with him before. Treating him to our delicious food is not causing trouble. Isn't this friendly and friendly to the people?"
Chef Tang said cheerfully: "It's okay then. You eat it steadily. I'll leave five for you. Then I'll serve them hot to the black man and give him a good shock."
After breakfast, Jiang Hua walked out of the station with his lunch box and came to the park in the middle of the street.
Mike was still selling hot dogs at his old place, and the business was pretty good. There were two people standing next to the dining car, waiting for him to make hot dogs.
Jiang Hua stood aside quietly and waited. When the two guests walked away with hot dogs, Mike looked up and saw Jiang Hua.
"Hey, my flower-growing friend, would you like another hot dog today?"
Jiang Hua smiled and shook his head, and Mike pretended to be sad and said: "Friend, you make me very sad. Mike's hot dog is fascinating to people, but now you have abandoned it."
Jiang Hua shook the lunch box in his hand: "Flower-growing delicacies, I promised you before, taste it first before talking about it."
Mike looked at the lunch box in Jiang Hua's hand and said in surprise: "Oh, the flower garden delicacies, I went to Chinatown to ask, and they told me that the flower garden house indeed has delicacies that I can never finish in my life. I am not the only person who said this.
What everyone said."
Jiang Hua shrugged and said with a smile: "Well, I'm not lying, right? I won't lie to deceive my friends."
"I tried General Tso's chicken, and it was really delicious. It has no shortcomings except that it is more expensive. In this regard, it cannot compare to Mike's hot dogs, which are cheap and delicious."
General Tso's Chicken, Jiang Hua often sees this dish in American TV series. It is said that it was invented by the chef from Baodao to entertain the Chou people. It is a typical Chou Chinese food.
Jiang Hua handed the lunch box to Mike and said to him with a smile: "Then try the authentic flower food. It is definitely more delicious than General Tso's chicken."
Opening the lunch box, Mike saw eighteen pleated buns, white and tender in appearance, still steaming.
"Jiang, what is this? Bread?"
"Baozi, a delicacy with a history of thousands of years, has different flavors across the country. This is a more southern method."
Taking the lunch box, Mike complained and said: "Damn it, with a history of more than a thousand years, the history of a food is several times longer than the history of Chou Country. Jiang, you are nakedly showing off."
Mike picked up a bun and was about to stuff it into his mouth. Jiang Hua quickly called out to him: "Be careful, Mike, there is stuffing in here, it will be hot."
Mike fell asleep with a smile: "Jiang, your flower gardening and delicious food are full of traps, just like when I ate General Tso's chicken, he told me it was very cheap, and I almost didn't have enough business for a day."
Mike broke the bun in half, and a steaming aroma came straight to his nose. Mike took a deep breath.
"Oh my God, what a magical smell this is. I feel like I'm trapped in it."
Mike couldn't wait to take a bite, half of the dough, plus half of the barbecued pork filling, the sweet taste combined with Mike's taste.
While chewing, Mike exclaimed: "Oh, my God, oh, my God, it's so delicious. What kind of flavor is this? It makes me so addicted."
Mike couldn't bear to take a bite. He chewed slowly, savoring every bit of the taste, and then swallowed it.
At this time, another man came to buy hot dogs. Naturally, he also smelled the aroma and stuck it into his nose. He was so seduced that he couldn't help himself.
"Mike, is this your new delicacy? I want to try it too. The taste is so exciting."
How could Mike be willing to give away the buns? He put the lunch box in his arms and said, "Oh, don't even think about it. This is a flower-planting delicacy given to me by my friend."
"Flowers and delicious food? Did this friend of yours give them to you?" the man pointed at Jiang Hua and asked.
Mike proudly said: "Yes, he is a flower grower and is Mike's friend."
The customer then asked Jiang Hua: "Friend, where did you buy this delicacy? I also want to buy some to taste."
Jiang Hua shrugged helplessly and said, "I'm sorry, this is not for sale. Maybe you can go to Chinatown and ask if there are barbecued pork buns for sale?"
"Barbecued pork buns, barbecued pork buns." The person read it twice with a weird accent: "This name is really weird. I have temporarily remembered it. I will go to Chinatown and ask about it."
There was no barbecued pork bun, so he had no choice but to say to Mike: "Mike, give me a hot dog. If you really don't consider transferring a barbecued pork bun to me, I can give you double hot dog money."
"Don't even think about it." Mike put the lunch box in the dining car and then started to grill the sausages.
After sending the customer away, Mike asked: "Jiang, I have a question?"
"What question?"
Mike picked up a barbecued pork bun, pointed at the bun and asked, "How did your chef stuff the meat inside without any cracks on the outside? It's amazing."
This sentence made Jiang Hua burst into laughter. It is said that Chaplin also asked the chef how to stuff bean paste into glutinous rice balls. This is why the pie became pizza after going abroad.
Jiang Hua could only show how to roll out the dough, how to wrap the fillings, and how to make beautiful pleats.
Mike said it was a miracle. When Mike finished eating, Jiang Hua asked for the lunch box back. It was public property and could not be lost.
On the way back to the station, Jiang Hua thought thoughtfully. Flower-growing delicacies are very attractive to Lao Chou people now and in the future. Why can't we start working from this to let more people taste flower-growing delicacies and understand them?
