I am a literary giant in Europe

Chapter 98 Hello Mr. Lu!
"Sir, is there a problem? Is it not to your taste?"

Liu Jingang put the duck skin on the pancake, added chopped green onions and cucumber strips, wrapped it up, and was about to put it in his mouth.

"Ah, no problem... The master must be a Cantonese chef."

"Yes!"

"I can see that, but I want to eat crispy beef noodles. I wonder if you can make it?"

"what?"

The man sitting opposite chuckled.

"The crispy beef noodles from the Manchu-Han Banquet?"

"Ok!"

Liu Jin smiled and nodded, saying, "I know Master Hong can make it. I forgot just now. Can I order one individually?"

Chef Hong is the Cantonese chef.

Liu Jin didn't think about it at first.

But when he saw the person opposite him, he suddenly remembered this matter.

In my previous life, I saw a video on YouTube. It was of Chef Hong, the head chef of Miramar Restaurant. He was once invited to an embassy dinner and showed off his skills. He replicated the crispy fried beef noodles that appeared in the Hong Kong movie "The Feast".

The man opposite was also there, clapping wildly.

The waiter hesitated for a moment and said softly, "I'll go ask."

“Is there really such a dish?”

"Of course there is. The depth of Chinese cuisine is unmatched even by French cuisine."

"International student?"

"Ok!"

"When did you come to France?"

"last year."

"How's it going? Are you still used to it?"

"Whether you're used to it or not, no matter how much you try, it's just that hurdle in your heart. If you get over it, you get used to it. If you can't, it's hard to get over it.

As for me, I’m fine!”

The man probably didn't expect Liu Jin to say this.

He thought about it and smiled, "That makes sense."

As they were talking, the waiter came over with a chef.

He is chubby, wears a chef's hat and a clean white work suit, and looks very imposing.

"How did you know I could make crispy beef noodles?"

Oh no, I forgot about this.

Liu Jin's eyes rolled around, and suddenly he saw a sign hanging around Master Hong's neck.

It looks familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere.

Thanks to God for giving him a strong memory when he was reborn.

Liu Jin hesitated for a moment and said, "A master named Zhong."

"Master Zhong?" Master Hong's eyes flashed, and he asked anxiously, "What does he look like? How old is he?"

"He's about forty or fifty, looks old and haggard, and walks with a limp."

"Where is he!"

Master Hong's voice immediately became much louder, attracting countless attention.

Liu Jin looked at him and felt a little scared.

Am I in trouble?
Master Hong also realized that he had lost his composure.

I quickly explained, "Don't get me wrong. The person you're talking about is my senior brother. Crispy beef noodles is a dish my senior brother and I came up with after watching the film "Man Han Feast." No one else knew I could make this dish except my senior brother. Just now, when I heard Xiaohui say someone ordered this dish, I knew it must be related to my senior brother. Where is he?"

"This one……"

Master Hong's expression suddenly changed.

He said softly, "Forget it, don't say anything! Since Senior Brother doesn't want to show up, it's useless even if I find him. I just want to trouble you to pass on a message for me, saying that Master has passed away and what happened back then is now clear... Master has been looking for him for several years, but to no avail. If he's willing, he can come back and see, but if not, forget it."

"it is good!"

"You wait."

Master Hong seemed relieved and his back straightened a lot.

Liu Jin scratched his head, a little curious.

There is a story here!

In fact, it would be nice to write a story about a Chinese chef wandering in France.

However, this is an original work, so I need to think about it carefully.

Thinking of this, he put the cold roast duck into his mouth.

The man opposite followed the waiter's recommendation and followed Liu Jin's example, ordering a plate of dry-fried beef noodles and roast duck.

After a while, his dish arrived.

He tried the beef noodles first, and it tasted pretty good... He felt that it was better than most of the dry-fried beef noodles he had eaten in the capital.

This is real skill!

The roast duck is also good, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

But compared with Bian Yi Fang, there seems to be a gap. As for Quanjude, is the current Quanjude still Quanjude?

Older people in the capital prefer to choose Bianyifang or other familiar roast duck restaurants...

When he first arrived in France, he felt a little unfamiliar.

Previously, he was mainly responsible for affairs in Africa and did not know much about France.

He wanted to find some old immigrants to chat with, but he didn't expect to encounter such a thing while having a meal. It was quite interesting.

Thinking of this, he looked at Liu Jin.

International students?
This demeanor doesn't seem like that!

Just as I was thinking about something, the crispy beef noodles were served.

Master Hong also came over with a bottle of strong brandy.

"I haven't practiced this for a long time... Let's recreate the scene from the movie today."

Rolls of beef noodles were placed on plates and brought to the table.

Master Hong took the wine bottle, sprayed it on the beef roll, and then lit it with a lighter.

Pong!
A burst of flames rose.

Master Hong had a big smile on his face and seemed very satisfied.

The aroma of Niuhe and brandy blended in the flames, turning into a very wonderful fragrance that spread around.

Most of the people who come here to eat are Chinese.

Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but exclaim.

If this were the era of smartphones in the future, I imagine everyone would pull out their phones and shoot videos...

"Remy Martin XO Crispy Fried Beef Noodles, please enjoy."

As soon as the words were spoken, the flames disappeared.

Liu Jin picked up a chopstick and put it into his mouth.

Today, let’s enjoy the delicious food in the movie!
Master Hong left with the waiter.

Liu Jin gestured to the man opposite him and said, "Let's share. It's really delicious."

The man hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't resist his desire for delicious food. He picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and put it in his mouth, nodding as he ate.

"Waiter, I want a portion of that burning beef noodles too."

"I also want!"

Miramar Restaurant suddenly became bustling with activity.

After a long while, the waiter came out from the kitchen and said apologetically, "Master Hong is not feeling well and has gone home. You can come back later..."

"It was fine just now, why did it suddenly..."

"Yeah, Master Hong was here just now, why did he go home?"

The waiter kept cursing the person who started the trouble in his heart, while explaining to everyone with a smile.

Liu Jin put the last piece of duck meat into his mouth, drank a bowl of duck bone and cabbage soup, and put down his chopsticks contentedly.

"Dude, let's go!"

He stood up and picked up the roast duck he had just brought up.

"See you again, brother!"

Liu Jin smiled and waved his hand, then left with the roast duck.

"Eh?"

A young couple was having dinner nearby, and the woman suddenly said, "Do you think that person just now looked familiar?"

"Look familiar?"

"I think I've seen him on TV..."

"No way, he's a celebrity."

"Amos, I remember now, it's Amos, the writer."

"Wrote songs for Alizee, and then brought the French to fight off that Canadian Amos? He's studying abroad in Toulouse, right? How could he be here? You must have made a mistake."

"Absolutely not, how could I forget the way he gave the camera the middle finger?

You forgot that the bookstore next door to us still uses that photo as a poster to sell his books."

The man had already paid the bill and was about to leave.

He was stunned when he heard the conversation between the young couple.

Turn around, look back.

"Excuse me, who was this Amos you were talking about?"

"It's the guy you had dinner with. You don't know him."

"Sorry, I just arrived in Paris and don't know much about things here... He's Chinese, right? A celebrity? Very famous?"

"No, no, no, he's a writer. He wrote a book in France last year that topped the French bestseller charts for fifteen consecutive weeks. And it's Alizee... Uncle, you definitely don't know who Alizee is. She's a French singing star.

He wrote a song for her, and it's now number one on the radio! "

The man showed a look of realization.

He suddenly laughed!
It seems that I have met an incredible little brother...

(End of this chapter)