Text Volume 568 Dark Cuisine ~ Adding 2 for the Lord Johnny1120

Maybe a person with a unique taste will fall in love with the British people deeply.

The fish and chip shop that Qin Guan chose is different from traditional restaurants with a long history. It is the simplest street frontage.

Two operators are busy inside, one is responsible for packaging and cash register, and the other is responsible for cooking this most common British traditional food in the small kitchen.

Since it is fish and chips, the natural ingredients are two very simple ingredients, and the operation method is even simpler without any technical content, even worse than the jelly and cold noodle in the north and south of China.

Although there are more than a dozen types of potatoes in the UK, the one used for frying fish and chips is the larger one with a higher starch content, which is quite similar to the old Chinese potatoes.

Those cut french fries might as well be french sticks, each of which is a little thicker than the two fingers of a normal person.

However, the treatment of fish meat is more rough. Some shops even remove the fish bones inside, even with the fish skin, and then wrap it in a paste made of bread*skin, and deep-fry the fish meat wrapped in paste with beef fat.

The whole piece of cod meat does not have the so-called traditional pickling, fishy removal and other clever treatments. The clumsy British just add some eggs and salt to the batter. In order to meet their taste, they also add some milk or dark beer.

Qin watched the staff in the store working hard, and there was still a long queue behind him.

A few buddies who looked to be from the UK at first sight, saw Qin Guan's identity as an outsider, and even kindly promoted it for the owner of this shop.

"Visitor?"

"I guess"

"Then you are lucky." The brown-haired uncle gave Qin Guan a thumbs-up: "I have eaten fish and chips here for many years. Although the shop is not big, it is really good. Really authentic."

On Qin Guan's face, he perfectly showed the expression that he had won a big prize. Under the proud smile of the uncle on the opposite side, he glanced at the kitchen.

At this time, the boss inside had already spread fish and chips for two on the chopping board, and a brand new Thames newspaper was swiped and split into two by him.

The steaming potato sticks were immediately spread out on the newspaper, and the boss wrapped a whole fried golden fish nugget in the center of the French fries like a work of art.

Then wrap this big meal in the most beautiful way, and wrap this takeaway into the shape of an ice cream cone.

A huge piece of fish and chips was handed to Qin Guan from the window, and Qin Guan was holding the food in his hand, already turned into a petrified state.

Brother! How do you wrap food in newspaper!

"Well…"

Qin Guan here wanted to ask, but the uncle behind him kindly explained: "Our fish and chips here have always been eaten wrapped in newspaper."

"Those arrogant experts say it's an unhealthy way to eat! Let them be packed in lunch boxes and white paper!"

"Fish and chips that don't need to be wrapped in newspapers are called fish and chips!"

The black line at the end of Qin Guan felt that he had come to an old store that followed the tradition, and seeing the uncle's righteous indignation, the few old people behind them showed approval on their faces.

"That's right, I used to be able to read the Times after finishing dinner. Young people these days just want to save a few cents. People are not old..."

Is this a matter of saving money?

This group of old men are here for the free newspapers...

Qin Guan twitched the corner of his mouth, took the second order of fish and chips, and squeezed some vinegar from the big bottle of seasoning on the fish.

With the approval of the people behind him, Qin Guan took the two portions of food and came to Julia Roberts' side.

"It smells delicious. According to my sharp nose, this should be a good lunch. After all, no matter how unpalatable the food is, it can be delicious with the help of deep frying."

Due to Qin Guan's serious expression on the opposite side, Julia Roberts did not appreciate the other party's kindness, and took the newspaper package handed over by Qin Guan very gracefully, still smiling gently, facing this lovely actor.

"Eat, you're welcome, this meal is not expensive at all."

Following Qin Guan's greeting, he took the lead in biting off the fish in his hand...

The noodle crust in the mouth was very thick, with a crispy feeling without any taste, and it was easily crushed by Qin Guan's teeth.

After breaking through the heavy resistance of the tongue, he tasted the taste of the fish inside.

The extremely strong fishy smell has not been processed by the Chinese people's millennium-old wisdom. It retains the purest fishy taste, but adds a 100% meaty smell...

Coupled with the bland and basically tasteless dough, a perfunctory feeling that you take an unprocessed small yellow croaker and fry it twice in the pan and then serve it on the table hits your face.

As a top foodie, wasting food is absolutely intolerable. With tears in his eyes, he swallowed the semi-solid fish meat that was not chewed whole.

Then he raised his eating head resentfully, and stretched out his hand in the direction of Julia Roberts.

"Don't eat it, this is simply dark food!"

"Damn it! I can't cheat you!"

Julia Roberts on the opposite side, after seeing Qin Guan's embarrassment, suddenly pushed back the broken hair beside her ear happily: "I thought Chinese people's stomachs can accept anything, but what do you think?" It's unpalatable, so I'm relieved!"

Then she opened her rather sexy mouth, and under Qin Guan's dumbfounded gaze, she swallowed the ordinary fried fish in one gulp.

"Well, I'm in London, that's how I eat, it doesn't matter at all..."

Can I say this is a racial advantage?

As a Chinese, Qin Guan can't do it.

He resentfully swallowed the food in his hand like a candle, and swallowed it with difficulty, only to see that the big sister on the opposite side had already wiped her oily lips clean.

There were no fewer uncles queuing up on the opposite street, and Qin Guan suddenly began to sympathize with the people of the whole of Britain inexplicably.

Do they know how dark their food is? So much so that in surveys all over the world, your impression of Britain is neither Buckingham Palace, the Queen of England, nor the Beatles and Shakespeare, but fish and chips full of ridicule.

Qin Guan's heart was full of complaints, and Julia's hearty laughter shocked the sparrows looking for food to leave the food in front of them, and spread their wings to fly to the gray sky of the Thames River. (To be continued.)

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