"Steamed fish is the most light and original dish in Cantonese cuisine, and to make this dish, we must retain the original taste of the fish to the greatest extent, so that it is light and tender, and can not leave a fishy smell, so it is a test of the chef's skills."

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

The fat chef's face changed, he wanted to take the chopsticks but didn't dare to take them, a look of embarrassment, suddenly, applause sounded next to him, and some guests applauded.

"It's really a long time to see, it turns out that there are so many ways to cook."

"Interesting, interesting, the fat chef met an expert today, let's admit it."

"It is said that 'Bai Ji' has good craftsmanship, but it turns out that it is not good, and I will not eat here in the future."

Listening to the words of the diners, the fat chef's face was extremely ugly, and his eyes were full of unkindness when he looked at Jiang Hao, no matter whether this guy was here to make trouble or not, it had a very bad impact on him today.

"Who the hell are you?" The fat chef asked with an unkind face.

Jiang Hao said in a somewhat proud tone: "My name is Stephen Zhou. ”

The people around him didn't know who Stephen Zhou was, but the fat boss's face changed, and he obviously knew who Stephen Zhou was.

Suddenly, a person next to him said, "Stephen Zhou, oh, I remember, is that the God of Food?" ”

When someone reminded me of this, the others immediately remembered.

"God of Food, Stephen Zhou, I also remember, is it the bankrupt God of Food Stephen Zhou, the newspapers have been full of his news in the past two days, because of food problems, his chain restaurant was closed by the Department of Health, hundreds of millions of net worth are gone, and now he has become in debt."

"The rich have all gone to eat in this kind of small restaurant, it seems that they are really down, they are all like this, and their mouths are so picky, they deserve to be the god of food."

"Hehehe, it's the former god of food."

"It's pitiful that billionaires are now reduced to street restaurants to show off their skills."

"It's all down like this, and his mouth is still so poisonous, so I'm not afraid of being beaten by the fat boss."

People talk about Stephen Zhou, and the tone can't help but bring ridicule and ridicule, he used to be a rich man, high, not within the reach of these people, now he is down, sympathy is definitely not there, and it is the norm for people to be ridiculed.

The fat chef looked at Jiang Hao carefully, the name of the god of food is famous in the food world, of course, now only the notoriety remains.

Unexpectedly, this guy came to his side, waved the spoon in his hand, pointed to the door and said: "What god of food, I bah, Lao Tzu never believes in your set, my 'Bai Ji' does not welcome you, please leave." ”

Jiang Hao was not annoyed, shrugged his shoulders, with a little helplessness on his face, turned around and walked out of the restaurant, Zhen Xiaoqiu saw it, and quickly chased him out with his bag, the two walked to the street, Zhen Xiaoqiu also said with some indignation: "Hmph, dare to drive away the guest, expose him tomorrow." ”

Jiang Hao suddenly smiled on his face and said, "Why bother, if you eat someone's meal for nothing, you have to expose others, and you have to be kind." ”

Zhen Xiaoqiu was stunned for a moment, and then realized that they didn't seem to have paid the bill, and the fat chef kicked them out of the restaurant, and they really ate for nothing.

She looked at Jiang Hao and said, "Hey, what you said made me famous, you won't really lie to me." ”

Jiang Hao said: "Just now I commented on his dishes, how do you feel." ”

"It doesn't feel like it, but it's interesting." Zhen Xiaoqiu said.

"Are the diners next to you also attracted?" Jiang Hao asked.

Zhen Xiaoqiu thought about it and nodded, "That's right." ”

"So I have a good idea, do a food show, it will definitely become popular." Jiang Hao said.

Zhen Xiaoqiu was a little disappointed when she heard this, pouted and said, "There are many food programs, there are many TV stations, "Fang Tai Kitchen", "Mother Chen teaches you to cook", these programs are only watched by those grandmothers and grandmothers, it can't be popular, you don't just come up with such an idea." ”

"Hehe, don't worry, those were all programs that taught people to cook, they were plain and uninspiring, I was talking about opening a food spit show." Jiang Hao said with a smile.

"What do you mean by food complaints?" The female reporter asked puzzled.

"To put it simply, I'm the main one, after all, I'm the god of food in the past, and I'm still a little famous, the TV station follows me, eats all over the major restaurants, and then complains about those dishes, finds faults, and fights with the chef, do you think it's interesting." Jiang Hao said.

"You, I'm afraid you're only infamous now." Zhen Xiaoqiu said.

"Hehe, notoriety is also famous, so that it is more topical, can attract people to come in and watch, watching, entertaining, and topical, I dare to guarantee that this show will be popular, it depends on whether your TV station has the courage." Jiang Hao said conclusively.

Jiang Hao has his own ideas for this move, he is penniless now, and if he wants to complete the task, he must have money, but it is impossible to get it for a while, when the female reporter chased her, he suddenly thought of such an idea.

Borrow!

By opening such a show, he can take the opportunity to taste various delicacies and achieve his goal of completing his task.

Zhen Xiaoqiu fell into deep thought, opened a poisonous tongue food god show, complained about the dishes made by major restaurants, and let the chef gossip, but doing so would definitely offend those big hotels.

"Can this be done?" Zhen Xiaoqiu asked.

"It must be done, when the time comes, you will be a food host, and when this show becomes popular, won't you also be famous." Jiang Hao is like a little devil.

Zhen Xiaoqiu was moved, she worked in the TV station for two years, but there was no improvement, her dream was far away, maybe this was an opportunity.

"Okay, I'll talk to my supervisor and see what my boss thinks." After Zhen Xiaoqiu finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Hey, beauty, why are you going?" Jiang Hao opened his mouth to stop her.

Zhen Xiaoqiu turned his head to look at Jiang Hao, "Of course I'm going back, don't you know it's late, oh, by the way, give me your phone, I'll contact you when I get the result." ”

Jiang Hao stretched out his hands, "I don't have a phone now." ”

"How can there be no phone?" The female reporter asked in disbelief.

Jiang Hao 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, the previous God of Food naturally has a mobile phone, but Stephen Zhou's current situation, it must be unaffordable.

"Where's your mansion?" The female reporter asked.

"It's blocked."

Jiang Hao stretched out his hand, "So beauty, can you discuss something and borrow a few thousand yuan to spend it." ”

Zhen Xiaoqiu hugged his backpack, looked at Jiang Hao vigilantly and said, "What are you going to do, rob." ”