145. Sashimi of the Intestine (3)
The eldest brother is imposing, and he is about to come up and fight after leaving a table of good dishes.
Jiang Zimu was busy and secretly flew several glances, raised his little hand, "s", and then cleared his throat and continued to speak English to Mei.
"Excuse me, ma'am, I think you were just speaking Mandarin, but I don't know how to speak and I don't understand. ”
Big brother was stunned, sister, your Chinese just now is old. Is it really good to forget your roots so much now?
"However, I have heard the summary you have just made in English about Chinese tourists. ”
"What I have to tell you is that the Chinese people I have seen are very different from the Chinese people you have described. ”
Jiang Zimu scratched his head innocently, "Even if I am unheard, we have pointed out your mistakes more than once, and you should apologize to the restaurant for your misbehavior just now." ”
"At the same time, the issue of compensation for these shoes should also be discussed. ”
"Why pay?"
Mei said as she sat back in her seat, crossed Erlang's legs, and continued to respond, "We Chinese people live like this, and there is no concept of compensation at all. ”
"If you go to China, you know that people like me abound. ”
"I happened to run into it, and I can only consider myself unlucky. ”
Mei continued to be shameless, and the little abacus in her heart was just a pair of broken shoes, which was worth ten knives. For this reason, can you sue me, or will you beat me?
Hehe.
Jiang Zimu listened, but he was not angry at all, and smiled shallowly.
"Madam, this kind of thing happened in Laos, and an apology and compensation are necessary, please understand. ”
"Why do you want me to accommodate the customs of your country, but you don't understand the national conditions of our country?"
"Please do as the locals do. ”
"Then why can't you just take the guest with the host? Langfu is such a place of faith, don't you know what tolerance is?"
Jiang Zimu paused, pretending to be speechless, turned his neck and looked around with a sad face, and then, as if seeing the last life-saving straw, he flew to the table of the previous big brother Huaguo.
Taking advantage of his back to Mei, Jiang Zimu secretly squeezed his fellow countryman's eyes again, with a mouth, a mouth shape of "look at my face and act".
"Madam, this one is a native of China. Just now, he talked to me about the food in his hometown. ”
Jiang Zimu said as he raised his hand to formally introduce his fellow countrymen to the audience.
The eldest brother got it instantly, and immediately cooperated, and with a slip of his pocket, the dark red passport skin was clearly lit up in the lobby.
"Why is he, as a Chinese, not having a style like you?"
Mei rolled her eyes and didn't back down.
"He just told me that he often goes out and is not an authentic Chinese. ”
The eldest brother looked confused, and began to curse people in his heart, you are not authentic, and you actually questioned Lao Tzu's bloodline? If you dare to challenge the identity of Lao Tzu's descendants of Yan and Huang, Lao Tzu will dare to end up fighting with your ancestors' eight generations!
As soon as he stroked the board and was about to scold the country, he heard Jiang Zimu softly answer, "Madam, as a homosexual, I personally believe in your description of Chinese customs, and I am willing to believe that you are a little more 'Chinese' than this big brother." ”
"Okay, then follow Huaguo's way, your uncivilized behavior and impolite attitude just now, I and the clerk can not worry about it. ”
Big Brother Hua Guo immediately grasped the magnanimous point in Jiang Zimu's words, frowned, and directly made a violent face.
Clams, old girl, what's the situation? You can't figure it out, let my brother come, what kind of talk does it take to talk to this kind of person, my brother can knock them down with one punch.
However, if I believe it, it doesn't mean that everyone present believes it. ”
"Madam, isn't the focus now shifted from how you should apologize and pay the compensation to how you should prove that you are an authentic Chinese?"
"After all, for the sake of fairness, you have to come up with reliable evidence before you can use Huaguo's exemption clause with confidence, right?"
Brother Huaguo shook his head as if he didn't understand, his mouth pouted, and he made a code girl, what kind of road is this?
"This not very authentic Chinese has an identity certificate. ”
"Ma'am, do you have any items that can prove that you are a purebred Chinese?"
When Mei heard this, she was a little panicked, given that she had become the VP of the entire restaurant, and now at this time, she could only advance and not retreat.
"I didn't take anything with me this trip except my phone and wallet. ”
"It's okay to have a mobile phone.,The setting inside should be Chinese, right?Or,Is there a soft girl coin in your wallet?"
"Ridiculous. ”
"Is that a criterion? Besides, even if I could, why would I show myself to everyone?"
Jiang Zimu's innocent and harmless eyes swayed back to the past, and at this moment, even the hair was in love.
"Madam, this consideration of yours is indeed very reasonable. ”
"Forehead ......"
Jiang Zimu scratched his head, and his worried little face wrinkled into bun folds. With his head lowered, his eyes met a large piece of roasted fat sausage in Brother Huaguo's bowl sooner or later.
Jiang Zimu pursed his lips and smiled, and said in his heart Well, the bait is good, and the hook has been bitten, now, it can be counted as the time for me to take the pot and put you "fake fellow" in the oil pot. If you don't play to death today, you "banana", God won't agree!
While thinking about it, Jiang Zimu seemed to suddenly open his mind, tremblingly picked up a piece of fat intestines, turned his head and shook it at Mei.
"Madam, I have the easiest way to test the Chinese people here, and I have tried it many times. ”
Mei stared at Jiang Zimu puzzled, although she couldn't see what was on the chopsticks, but why, as soon as she saw the smile on the other side, she felt a chill on her back?
"What...... What's the solution?"
"Oh. Jiang Zimu shook his chopsticks calmly, and watched the pig's large intestine dance with elasticity.
"That's right, through my years of service experience in the Lao catering industry, I have concluded that this kind of food is what Chinese guests love the most. ”
"What's that?"
"The large intestine of a pig – the internal organ of a pig. ”
"Don't you know, before this not very authentic Chinese guest came to dine, he made a special phone call to order raw materials, and we specially helped prepare them. ”
"I don't believe you, but who else has the same ingredients at this table?"
As soon as the sentence was finished, the onlookers and foreigners who ate melons echoed and thanked in unison, we really don't eat this!
Mei's eyes widened, and it took a lot of effort to swallow the gastric juice that came up again.
"You ...... You Laotian people, don't you also eat?"
"We don't reject it, but most of it is still stewed. ”
Jiang Zimu glanced at the self-service pick-up area, and continued to look pleasant, "Our shop is for small hot pots. ”
"Self-service in the ingredients department. ”
"In order to take care of the tastes of some diners, especially European foodies, this kind of offal does not appear in the pick-up area. ”
"So, even the local foodies on site can't get this ingredient. ”
"Besides, our Laos is so close to China. I think all the countries where pig offal dishes exist are in Asia. ”
"You have an Asian face and can speak Chinese, so as long as you also eat pig intestines, even if you are from country K or island country, I will pass it in general, when you didn't lie just now!"
Well, logical, and reasonable.
The corners of Jiang Zimu's mouth lifted slightly, and he smiled slightly, "Madam, if you have no opinion, then I'll go get some pig intestines now and help you roast them and eat them." ”
"If you can taste the taste, not only do you not need to compensate for the shoes, but this pork intestine is also mine. ”
You don't even need to look at it, you can imagine what kind of dilemma Mei's face should be on now.
Jiang Zimu hurriedly ran to the back kitchen, secretly praying that the large string of fresh pigs in the water just now was still in their original position.
Fifteen minutes later.
Mei watched the large intestine that was half the length of the palm of the hand, turning from white to brown, and the head and tail were still a little burnt black. Slightly lower your head and sniff, the smell ...... Forehead...... It's really not very easy to describe.
Jiang Zimu calmly put his hands behind his back, stood aside, turned the fat intestines from time to time, and always deliberately squeezed out a bitter look in front of Mei, it seemed that even he, the chef, was a little disgusted with this "unique" ingredient.
"Ma'am, please. ”
Mei watched Jiang Zimu put a large piece of disgusting bala into his bowl, and then looked at the melon-eating crowd watching the battle around, licked his lips, and suddenly spoke.
"This operation is really ...... Unfounded!"
"How do you think that Chinese people eat large intestines, as long as they don't eat it, they don't?"
"There are so many Chinese people, why can't there be a 'Chinese who don't eat the big intestine'?"
Partial generalizations, unreasonable sophistry.
Jiang Zimu blinked and replied lazily, "Then why do you make me firmly believe that Chinese people don't pay attention to public morality, if they are kind and honest, they are not?"
"There are so many people on the earth, why can't we allow a few 'non-Chinese people who litter and are unreasonable'?"
Hehe, if you engage in "separation from Jianbai" with me, the old lady can only reply to you "different contracts".
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