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Chapter nine hundred and ninety-ninth sour dishes

Tokugawa Nobuyasu told Lin Yuan that in addition to Qin Baoshan's sword-sealing battle, the prize money provided by this World Gambling King Competition is also unmatched by previous competitions.

The prize money for the champion has been doubled, and the prize money for the runner-up, right up to the qualified players participating in the main competition, has almost all increased significantly.

The prize money is huge, and this year's World Gambling King Competition is so eye-catching that Las Vegas is almost packed from the contestants to the crowds who want to watch the fun.

After listening to Tokugawa Nobuyasu's explanation, Lin Yuan suddenly realized that encountering such a situation could be regarded as an accident. He said nothing more and comforted Kuwata Motoxiong. Staying in such a hotel was indeed an accident, not Tokugawa Nobuyasu's.

Caused by Tai.

In fact, Kuwata Motokuma did not specifically blame Tokugawa Nobuyasu, but when he set off from Japan, Kuwata Kenji once warned him that Lin Yuan, a great god, could never afford to offend him, and Lin Yuan must be punished.

I feel the respect and courtesy of the Kuwada family. That's why Kuwata Mokuma is annoyed with hotels like Tokugawa Nobutaisada.

Lin Yuan didn't care anymore, and Kuwata Benxiong didn't say anything anymore and quickly put away his luggage.

Kuwata Benxiong felt very angry and said: "What a wretched place, I can tolerate the restrictions on bathing, but it doesn't provide food, you can't order takeout, and you can't eat in the hotel. Tokugawa-kun, this is your responsibility

You have to solve the problem of a place to eat, right?"

Tokugawa Nobuyas himself also felt a little sorry for Lin Yuan and Kuwata Honkuma. When he heard Kuwata Honkyo talk about the meal, he quickly said: "Kuwata-kun, Mr. Lin, I must solve the meal problem. I don't know.

What kind of diet do you two want to eat?"

Kuwata Benxiong himself didn't care. Thinking that Lin Yuan might prefer Chinese food, he said: "Tokugawa-kun, how about we eat Chinese food."

Tokugawa Nobuyasu nodded hurriedly. In the United States, Chinese cuisine is not a very mainstream diet, but it is easy to find Chinese cuisine in the United States.

The cheating hotel didn't care about the safety of the guests' belongings. Thinking of this, Tokugawa Nobuyasu asked his men to take care of the belongings in the hotel first, and then let them go out after the three of them had finished eating.

After going out and hailing a taxi, Tokugawa Nobuyasu asked the driver to find the best Chinese restaurant nearby. After paying for the money, the taxi driver happily took the three of them to a Chinese restaurant in the town.

As soon as he entered the restaurant, Lin Yuan felt as if he had returned to China.

You know, when eating in European and American countries, everyone will keep quiet. This is culturally determined. In the perception of European and American people, eating should be quiet and not disturb others.

But when Chinese people eat together, it will be different, because in the Chinese people's concept, eating is not only a time to replenish physical nutrition, but also a time for emotional communication.

Because of this concept, it is inevitable for Chinese people to talk and make loud noises when eating. Europeans and Americans are very dissatisfied with some of the behaviors of Chinese people. I am afraid the most disgusting thing is that they are very loud when eating.

It's very noisy.

But some things cannot withstand subtle influences. People can influence each other. As more and more Chinese people settle in the United States, some habits, good or bad, have a negative impact on the local people.

Americans made an impact.

Americans were surprised to find that Chinese people can grow vegetables as long as they have an open space. This was learned by Americans. Also, white housewives in America used to buy things casually in supermarkets.

take.

After being influenced by Chinese women, when choosing vegetables, they all know to pinch them with their hands to test whether the vegetables are tender. Such a headache has forced supermarkets to put up a warning in Chinese and English in the vegetable section: No pinching allowed

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Lin Yuan looked at the noisy crowd in the restaurant. If it weren't for the black and white people inside, Lin Yuan would have thought he was in a rural restaurant in China.

It seems that the economic benefits brought by the World Gambling King Competition are really good. Chinese restaurants in the suburbs are so popular, let alone other places.

The three finally found a seat in a remote corner, but found that they were ignored, no waiter came to entertain them, and there was no menu in front of them.

Kuwata Benxiong slapped the table angrily: "Winter, winter..."

A middle-aged Caucasian woman walked over with a waist as thick as a bucket, and said in a displeased manner in blunt Chinese: "What are you doing?"

Kuwata Benxiong understood that people were thinking that the three of them were Chinese.

Seeing that Kuwata Benxiong was about to get angry, Lin Yuan quickly said: "Madam, could you please give us a menu?"

Bang! A beautifully printed menu was slammed in front of the three of them. The stout white woman picked up the order and prepared to record it, looking at the three of them with eager eyes.

Lin Yuan quickly suppressed Kuwata Benxiong, who was furious, and flipped through the menu. He found that the dishes inside were all daily dishes popular in China, and even things like pork sausage that were regarded as dark dishes by Westerners were included.

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"Bring me a piece of local fresh meat and soft slices of meat. Mr. Kuwada and Mr. Tokugawa, please."

Kuwata Honkuma took the menu, glanced at it briefly, and ordered a piece of ancient meat and fried bamboo shoots. Tokugawa Nobutai ordered a piece of fried garlic sprouts and a piece of braised fish.

For staple food, everyone chose rice.

The unbearable waiter grabbed the menu and turned away.

Sangtian Benxiong really wanted to yell, but Lin Yuan held him down again.

"Mr. Kuwada, there are probably too many people here and the waiter is a little annoyed. There is no need to argue with her. Let's have a good meal."

The three of them sat on their seats and began to wait for a long time. After about fifteen minutes, Kuwata Motokuma couldn't wait any longer. He slapped the table and shouted: "Waiter, waiter, where are the dishes we ordered?"

The stout waiter walked up to the three of them, stood up with his legs in a compass shape, folded his hands on his chest, glanced at the three of them sideways and said, "What are you arguing about? I didn't see so many customers. Do you want them one by one?"

This sentence made Kuwata Benxiong choke and roll his eyes.

Lin Yuan hurriedly said: "Madam, we have something to do and we are in a hurry. Could you please help us hurry up."

The waiter looked at Lin Yuan and said in a gentle tone: "Just wait, I'll be back in a moment."

It seems that foreigners have learned badly from the Chinese and know how to use language to move around. In the past, foreigners would only speak for a while, and it would not exceed five minutes. But now, this little while does not know how long it is.

After another ten minutes, the dishes ordered by Lin Yuan and the others finally arrived. Judging from the appearance of each dish, the shape and knife skills are very particular, which is in line with the appearance requirements of Chinese cuisine. What is even more rare is that the portions of the dishes are very generous.

It’s not like some places in China that make a fuss about the quantity of food.

The three of them were polite and raised their chopsticks to eat the food. As soon as it entered their mouths, the taste was beyond praise.

The stir-fried bamboo shoot tips give people the impression that they have been blanched with water and then stir-fried with a little oil. There is no such thing as the fragrance of vegetables and oil that fills the mouth. Especially the taste, it feels a bit astringent, not at all.

It doesn’t have the soft and delicate feeling that is made locally in China.

Di San Xian also has the same problem. According to Chinese standards, eggplants and potatoes must be starched and oiled. I don’t know how the restaurants here handle it. The feeling is not Di San Xian at all, but

Three kinds of vegetables stewed together.

Every dish gives people a very strange feeling. The only one that is relatively close to the local level of China is ancient meat, but the side dishes in it actually use broccoli, which is really intolerable!

Kuwata Benxiong couldn't help it anymore, he slapped the table and stood up: "Waiter, come here!"

The stout waiter walked sideways in front of Kuwata Benxiong and looked at Kuwata Benxiong provocatively: "Do you have any questions?"

Kuwata Benxiong pointed to the dishes on the table and said: "Is this the dish made in your restaurant? Go and call your chef!"

"Call the chef? Are you sure? Don't regret it."

Lin Yuan couldn't stop him. Sangtian Benxiong shouted: "Repent? Then I will regret it. Go and call the chef out."

The waiter didn't leave. He turned around and shouted in a loud voice: "John, someone is making trouble here, saying that the food you cook is not good."

Only half a minute later, a roaring sound was heard, and a black chef wearing a kitchen hat, who was 1.9 meters tall and weighed more than 300 kilograms, came in front of Lin Yuan and the others.

"What's going on? Who said my food was not cooked well?"

This sentence made Lin Yuan a little stunned. Chef John actually spoke Chinese very fluently and even had a Jiaodong accent.

Sangtian Benxiong couldn't help but feel a little nervous when he saw that John was tall, but he still insisted on his point of view: "This dish is just not good. Look at it, just blanch the fried bamboo shoot tips in boiling water and it's done, right? Did you stir-fry it or not?"

What did you do? This local three delicacies have no oil at all, and..."

John stared, and before Kuwata Benxiong finished speaking, he waved his hand and stabbed the bright kitchen knife on the table.

"My cooking skills were all learned at Lanxiang Technical School. Don't tell me that I don't know that this great school is equivalent to Oxford and Harvard in the field of cooking."

Lin Yuan was almost amused. He didn't expect that Huaxia's influence in the United States had reached such an extent that even the store boss had learned to behave like a bully.

Kuwata Benxiong was almost pissed off. The food you cooked was really bad, but you were treated like this!

"Just wait, I'm going to file a complaint against you!" Kuwata Benxiong knows that the United States has very strict regulations on catering. Generally speaking, as long as a complaint is made, the store will usually adopt a conciliatory attitude.

Who knows, John didn't care at all, waved his hand and said: "You can complain, anyway, the sanitary conditions here are all up to standard, let's see what tricks you can come up with."


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