Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

Xiangjiang is a diversified city, and due to its special historical background, the exchange and collision of Chinese and Western cultural ideas here.

This collision is not only reflected in culture, but also in the diet world.

The dishes here are a collection of Cantonese cuisine and varietal dishes, including Western French pasta and Chinese claypot roasted wax, which is very rich in categories.

Lamma Island, where you live by the sea, seafood is the best place here.

There is a method to treat crabs here called raw marinating. Marinate the crabs with garlic soy sauce and other seasonings. Allicin will kill seafood bacteria.

The cream is yellow and sticky to the teeth, but the tongue can be used to force the upper palate to melt the fresh fragrance of the mouth.

Wang Xuebin held a crab and sucked hard. The sizzling sound made people's appetite gradually increase.

There are fish tanks placed at the door of every household here, and each family has their own unique skills, which is their wisdom in life.

"Good boy, come and try the silver croaker?"

He was so happy that he shouted with a handsome boy, and said with a smile:

"Come and try it one pound, it won't be paid if you don't taste delicious!"

The man laughed, shouting:

"If you don't taste good, you can smash my Liu Ji sign!"

As he said that, he weighed out a pound of silver crocus and blanched it in 70 degrees water for ten seconds. The coating was not broken. The salty juice burst out and poured it on top of the sausage, sugar, chicken essence, and sesame oil.

Wang Xuebin took the silver claw and tasted one, gave a thumbs up, and said:

"Not bad, very fresh!"

The rich juice oozed out of the meat, and with a slight bite, my mouth full of fresh freshness!

Wang Xuebin settled the bill, nodded, ate and stroll.

What is your favorite food?

Wang Xuebin can be said to be knowledgeable, but he can't answer this question. He likes to eat too much and is not picky at all.

China is a paradise for foodies. If you eat one thing a day, from birth to old age and death, you can't finish one-tenth of it, and one- percent is enough. This is just China. If you add foreign countries, you won't count it.

Wang Xuebin found the world of God of Food not only to learn cooking skills, but also wanted to taste the God of Food's craftsmanship to see if he could improve his appreciation standards for food. He even accepted it even if he had some food.

Back to the hotel, turn on the TV, and then go into the bathroom to wash.

This is his fourth day in this world. These days he has become familiar with the situation in the catering industry. There are now three major forces in the Xiangjiang catering industry.

One is a loose food association, formed by all local heritage hotels. Everyone is just a name and has no binding force.

The second company is Dahhhh Group, which started out as a gangster and has dirty ways of doing things.

The last one is Tang Dynasty Group, which is known for advertising hype and has launched many celebrity stores.

Wang Xuebin went to eat in those stores. The sales were very expensive, the goods were not very good, and the service was not bad, so Wang Xuebin almost smashed the store.

The chairman of the Tang Dynasty was the famous God of Cookery Stephen Zhou.

“It’s so delicious ~~~”

Wang Xuebin was looking in the mirror and admiring the handsome guy when he suddenly heard the shouts on the TV and poked his head out curiously.

On the TV, a chef with a slumber face was shouting exaggeratedly at the camera.

Wang Xuebin looked carefully and shook his head. This gimmick was a bit too fake.

The TV is showing the flowers made by Stephen Zhou, and the huge heart letter stands on the table, and Newton's coffin board can no longer be suppressed!

I thought to myself, one person was spiraling in the air, the clothes were taken off naturally, the person fell lightly on the bed, and the other person turned over and wrapped himself up with a quilt.

Tomorrow he will be ready to set off for the legendary Chinese Cooking Training Academy, and he will have to rest early today!

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Shaolin Temple is located at the junction of Zhengluo, Henan Province, and is the ancestral home of Buddhist Zen Buddhism.

"Amitabha, this master, I am here to learn cooking skills!"

Wang Xuebin found the monk in the guest hall in the temple, clasped his hands together to ask, and then reported his purpose.

When the monk heard Wang Xuebin's words, he thought he had heard it wrong, and asked strangely:

"Amitabha, this lay Buddhist, we don't teach cooking here. Are you here to learn martial arts?"

Since the Shaolin Temple movie was broadcast, there have been a constant stream of people coming to Shaolin Temple to learn martial arts. The monk thought he was also here to learn martial arts.

Wang Xuebin shook his head and explained:

"No, I'm here to learn cooking. I don't know if I can let me study in the kitchen for a while!"

It is the first time that Zhike Monk has heard that he has come to Shaolin Temple to learn cooking, which is a bit difficult to understand.

"Our kitchen is all busy with ordinary monks. I haven't heard of anything special. Have you found the wrong place?"

Wang Xuebin suddenly felt something was wrong when he heard this. Shaolin Temple in the God of Food movie is in Hunan Province, and it is also the first place to go.

But he turned Xiang Province into the sky and couldn't find a temple called Shaolin Temple at all.

After inquiry, there were only two temples in the world called Shaolin Temple, one is Shaolin, Putian, and the other is Songshan, Henan Province. There was no other place. If it weren't for this place, he really didn't know where to look.

Wang Xuebin frowned and asked with a serious expression:

"Master, can you let me go to the kitchen to take a look? Just look at the door and don't go in!"

Seeing that he looked solemn and didn't know what happened, the monk nodded and took him to the kitchen, saying as he walked:

"Shaolin Temple does not provide vegetarian dishes to the public. I wonder if you are talking about the hotel in the scenic area. The food there is better than the vegetarian dishes!"

Wang Xuebin nodded absent-mindedly, followed the monk to the back kitchen and saw it, and suddenly realized the problem. The Shaolin Temple in the movie is completely different from here.

In the kitchen here, several old monks in their fifties and sixties are busy picking and washing vegetables, two young monks are cutting vegetables, and a fat monk is cooking.

The monk who cut vegetables is not as good as Wang Xuebinqiang's knife skills, and the cooking is also very good. It has no technical content, just a technique that can make perfect.

Wang Xuebin suppressed the bad feelings in his heart and said with a embarrassed expression.

"Sorry, Master, a friend cooked delicious food. He said he learned it from the Shaolin Temple kitchen. Maybe he was joking with me. By the way, do we teach internal skills here? Such as Nine Yang Divine Arts!"

The monk laughed when he heard this:

"It's nothing, just figure it out. As for kung fu, there is no such thing as in the novel. Shaolin Temple's Kung fu emphasizes the unity of Zen and martial arts, and mainly teaches boxing routines, sticks, swords, etc."

Wang Xuebin nodded and said nothing, and then left after chatting.

At night, Wang Xuebin, dressed in black, came to Shaolin Temple again, jumped into the temple, investigated everywhere, and left disappointed.

There is no trace of internal strength, and they are all ordinary people. This is definitely not a place for food theology.

On a large bluestone on the top of Songshan Mountain, Wang Xuebin, dressed in black, hugged his head with his hands, crossed his legs, and thought about the problem in a swaying manner.

There are two possibilities for this incident. Either Stephen Zhou was killed by a killer while in Hunan Province, and the rest were his imagination.

Or it is the magic of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

The biggest difference between this movie in other movies is that there are gods and immortals. This is his first time facing gods and immortals. To be honest, he is a little unsure about what to do.

"What is the donor hesitating about?"

“I’m hesitating whether to follow Stephen Week!”

Wang Xuebin's heart was full of speculation about gods and his mind was very confused. Suddenly, he heard someone asking questions and thought it was the system asking questions, so he answered casually after hearing this.

"What about stalking? Or not stalking?"

Wang Xuebin waved his hand and said:

"Don't make a noise! ​​Let me think about it myself!"

After saying that, Wang Xuebin was stunned. He realized that this was not a system and the system would not ask questions. He instantly had white sweat on his body, and he flashed and appeared ten meters away.

He looked at the figure standing one meter in front of him with caution, unable to hide his psychological shock. His sixth sense kept reminding him that there was no one in front of him. This contradictory feeling made him very uncomfortable.

He looked at the visitor and said slowly:

"Master of Irrigation!"

In front of him, Master Mengyi smiled gently, clasped his hands together and asked with a gift, and said slowly:

"Amitabha, I am a monk who is in a dream, Mr. Wang is polite!"