The foreigner from the origin who analyzed the black truffles brought by Chu Heng before smiled and nodded, saying: "Some people can't accept its taste, while others really like its unique flavor and aroma."
"I really like the taste of it." Another person said with joy: "Especially the truffle shrimp soup, it's really delicious!"
"That's it." The person who questioned nodded suddenly.
Chu Heng unexpectedly looked at the guy who was analyzing the truffles. He actually knew this person. His name was Christabel Blair. He was from Serbia. He was a complete gambler and alcoholic. He was usually quiet, but he didn't expect that he would be interested in black truffles.
This high-end ingredient is actually so well-researched.
So he asked curiously: "You seem to know something about truffles, Blair."
"Absolutely." Blair shrugged, raised his head and took a sip of wine, and said proudly: "My father is a senior chef, a very powerful one, not even much worse than He. I have been with him since I was a child, so I naturally know a lot of ingredients.
, truffles are one of them.”
"That's what I said." Chu Heng smiled and nodded, and then asked: "What do you think of the truffles I brought? How should they be cooked?"
"It's a very good thing. It has a strong fragrance. For cooking, I think it would be good to make a French truffle mushroom soup, or a truffle omelette, or it can also be made into a truffle sauce." Blair said thoughtfully, and he looked at the hand again.
He looked at the truffles in the bag and said with some confusion: "But speaking of which, I am more curious about the origin of these truffles. Where did you get them? Italy? Or Spain?"
"No, this is made in our country." Chu Heng bared his teeth and smiled.
"Oh my God, there are black truffles in China! And the quality is so good!" He was quite surprised.
"Is it weird? We in China have a vast land and abundant resources. Isn't it normal to have some truffles?" Chu Heng smiled and said: "Let's not talk about it anymore. Since you know so much about black truffles, why not teach He? Although he is good at cooking
It’s awesome, but I’ve never done anything like this.”
"Of course, let's go right now."
Blair readily agreed and quickly got off the kang and put on his shoes.
A foreigner saw this and said with a smile: "I'm already looking forward to today's lunch. This is my first time to eat black truffles."
"I will never touch it, it smells so disgusting!" a foreign woman said with a frown.
"Don't be too absolute, my dear." Chu Heng smiled and took back the lunch box containing the truffles, and immediately walked out of the house with Blair.
Xiao Wenjing followed the people from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs with a smile on her face. She had just understood the content of Chu Heng's conversation through the translator of the employee of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
Therefore, she already knew that truffles were indeed a good thing. She was relieved and began to care about the taste of truffles after cooking.
A few moments.
Chu Heng and others came to the kitchen. Silly Zhu was chopping peppers at this time. A kitchen knife was chopping and chopping so fast that there was an afterimage. There was a unique sense of rhythm. The cut pepper shreds were also even in thickness, just like
It's like being cut out of a mold.
Blair stood at the door, admiring the scene and exclaimed: "To be honest, watching Mr. He cook is really a pleasure."
"Indeed!" Chu Heng nodded with deep approval.
Seeing this, the young man under Mavericks who came to help put down his work, walked over curiously, and asked respectfully: "Master Chu, who are you here?"
"Look for him, you go about your business." Chu Heng said.
"Then I'm busy." The young man turned around and left.
Silhu did not stop when he heard the noise. He continued to cut vegetables. After cutting the green peppers on the chopping board, he put down the things, wiped his hands on his apron, and came over: "What do you want from me?"
"Look at this, Brother Zhuzhu." Chu Heng handed over the lunch box in his hand.
"What is this?" Silly Zhu curiously picked up a piece, looked at it, and smelled it. However, he did not show the disgust that most people would have. Instead, he raised his eyebrows and looked very interested: "Eh? A little bit.
What does it mean? What is this?"
"This is called black truffle. Many foreigners like to eat it, but no one here eats it." Chu Heng explained.
Silly Zhu smelled it again and asked: "The smell is quite strange. I can't tell what it smells like. It smells both fragrant and smelly. What do they do over there?"
"I don't know either. Why don't I get a professional for you? You have to ask him." Chu Heng pointed at Blair and translated what Si Zhu said.
Blair didn't hide his secrets and immediately told him how to eat several kinds of black truffles.
After listening to the translation, Shazhu nodded thoughtfully: "Okay, I understand, go ahead and play with you, I will study it."
"Okay."
Chu Heng greeted Blair and walked back.
Xiao Wenjing was shocked when she saw this: "Are you leaving now? Don't you want him to give you some guidance?"
"No need, Master He can do it on his own." Chu Heng trusted Si Zhu very much, so he waved and took her, who was still worried, back to the main room.
Then Ya quickly took off her shoes, got on the kang, and played cards with the foreigners.
The first thing about "Fried Golden Flower" is luck, and the second is luck. Chu Heng is not the same. He uses the convenience of the warehouse to hide a few cards. Others have three cards and he has six cards. He can always get a good card type.
Therefore, he won more and lost less. In a short time, the claws of the foreigner who had been dissatisfied with him were completely wiped out, and his face turned green as if he had drank three kilograms of gall water.
"Haha, shit! Do you accept it?" Chu Heng pointed at the guy arrogantly and said: "Give you a chance, call me daddy, and I'll refund you half of what you lost!"
I didn’t expect that guy to be able to bend and stretch. His lower limit was extremely low. When he heard this, his eyes lit up and he said without even thinking, “Dad!”
"grass!"
Chu Heng was stunned, he didn't expect this guy to really scream, but he kept his promise and immediately returned half of the money, grinning from ear to ear with joy, and then continued playing, wanting to turn over.
Soon he made the same mistake again, running aside blankly and shutting himself up.
Xiao Wenjing was dumbfounded and tugged on the man from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs' clothes: "Comrade, Comrade Chu Heng, can you do this...? Don't you make mistakes?"
"Come on, why not?" The man curled his lips.
"Then why don't you care?"
"Our top leaders can't control it, so who am I?"
Xiao Wenjing blinked when she heard this, and she was even more surprised. If Chu Heng was so awesome, why was he suspended?
What the hell is going on?
Her mind was full of little questions, so she asked the man to ask, but he couldn't understand. She could only suppress her doubts in her heart and went to the kitchen to see how Silly Zhu cooked black truffles.
In a blink of an eye, it was noon, and the young man who came to help came in and told them to prepare for dinner.
"It's over, guys, let's eat."
Foreigners are quite enthusiastic about cooking. After all, they come here mainly to eat the dishes cooked by Sha Zhu.
As a result, they, who had been jealous just now, immediately started to pack their things. After a while, the kang was clean and they were gathered around the table waiting for dinner.
