There are no chefs from North Africa in the Africa Pavilion.

I heard Huai Liang say that Egypt, which represents the top of African food culture, was very resistant to the Xiangjiang Food Competition, and did not send anyone to participate.

In the eyes of Egyptians, Egypt and China belong to the same ancient civilization and have a long food culture, and Egypt should have dozens of places for the competition like China, instead of only three places in the whole of Africa as it is now!

Without Egyptian chefs to join, the thin Africa section would be a bit shabby.

In the exhibition area, there are a few black charcoal heads and a young man who doesn't look like an African.

This young man does not have the yellow skin of the Egyptians, which is similar to that of Asians, nor is it like the black black glow of Africans, and his skin color is closer to brown, much like the black American who has undergone several generations of genetically modified genes on the side of the United States.

He has a flat forehead, a high nose bridge, and delicate skin that is more akin to that of an Asian with slightly darker skin.

What attracted Zhou Dong and them to walk over was not the appearance of this African boy, but the stack of round cakes and a large pot of tilapia soup placed in front of him.

This delicacy, also known as 'African crucian carp soup', is very close to the taste of Chinese people.

White tofu slices, red carrot slices, yellow ginger slices, and even a fine amount of pepper float in the soup pot, making it a great feeling to drink a hot bowl of fish soup in the morning.

But what really aroused the interest of Zhou Dong and the three of them was the stack of round cakes.

The shape of the round cake is very similar to the Chinese backhand round cake, but there are no sesame seeds sprinkled on it, and the baked one is slightly pale yellow, mixed with a gray-black tone, which looks very textured.

Ordinary people may have to taste it to know that with the sensitive sense of smell of Zhou Dong and the three of them, they know that they don't eat it, and what is in front of them is the legendary African 'soil cake', which is the so-called 'eating soil'!

Africans in some areas have the habit of eating soil for a long time, to take a few meters underground in sub-Saharan areas of clean and tender soil, through crushing, filtration and other steps to obtain the most delicate soil, and then add some flour, salt and oil to the soil, constantly stirring into a paste, and then dig out a small piece to make a cake or strip, after the sun exposure can be eaten directly.

Africans eat dirt for two reasons.

The first is laziness, even if the Chinese volunteers who aid Africa teach them to plant crops, they are too lazy to get them, but lazy people have lazy methods, and in the end they actually created a precedent for eating soil.

The second reason is that because they have a single diet, they need to supplement some trace elements from the soil.

However, the 'soil cake' made by this African boy is obviously much more advanced, and in terms of color, the proportion of grain in the soil cake is obviously higher, in addition to wheat flour, there should also be corn flour, and the proportion of soil should not exceed 30%, and the soil cake he made has obviously undergone a baking process.

In terms of taste, this improved soil cake actually has an earthy taste than ordinary baked cakes, just like the natural taste that rises from the ground after the new rain in the empty mountains.

Zhou Dong and Huai Liangren glanced at each other, and they both saw a trace of surprise in each other's eyes.

Soil cakes, a food that appears because of laziness and poverty, naturally have nothing to do with food, but these improved versions of soil cakes in front of them are quite ingenious.

This African guy who doesn't look like an African at all is kind of funny......

Looking at the approaching three people and some of the judges and melon-eating crowds who were attracted by the soil cakes and gradually gathered over, the African young man laughed happily and greeted enthusiastically: "Freshly baked African soil cakes and tilapia soup, do you want to taste it?"

Please rest assured, there is only 30% soil in the improved soil cake at most, and it is the best soil in my hometown that I have carefully selected, so it will not be too unpalatable......"

Zhou Dong and the others were stunned, this African guy actually spoke Chinese, and he was quite proficient, if it were not for a smell of African hair, he would simply be a standard Chinese youth.

Judges from various countries and regions laughed and waved their hands.

No kidding, no matter how delicious the cake mixed with soil is, it can't compare to the shortbread and toast, do you think we look like we are so poor that we eat soil?

The professional and public judges who belong to Huaxia looked at Zhou Dong and Huai Liangren with some curiosity.

Yan Yi, who had met the day before yesterday, was also among them, and under his introduction, his colleagues from Huaxia knew that Zhou Dong, who was standing in front of the soil cake, was the king of Huaxia noodles who had recently become famous, not to mention Huai Liangren, a god-level figure who had stirred up the wind and rain in Huaxia for a long time.

These two gods are not interested in African clay cakes, right?

How is it possible, these two have never eaten any good things, how can they eat soil in public?

The African young man seemed to see that Zhou Dong and Huai Liangren's identities were a little special, and looked at Zhou Dong fixedly for a long time, and suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "You are...... The king of Zhou noodles in Huaxia?

Oh my God, I'm so lucky to see you here?"

Huai Liangren stabbed Zhou Dong with his elbow: "Okay, this kid doesn't even recognize me, but he actually knows you?"

I didn't expect that the name of your Huaxia Noodle King had spread to Black Africa. ”

Zhou Dong was also quite surprised: "You know me?"

"Of course! My Chinese name is Zhou Aiguo, but we have the same surname!"

The African boy said excitedly: "My mother is from Huaxia, so I fell in love with Huaxia from a very young age!"

After my mother passed away, I have been paying attention to information about Huaxia.

My biggest admirer is Chinese food, so I subscribe to a lot of Chinese food publications, and although it is expensive to subscribe to these magazines across the ocean, it is all worth it, because I found my idol in "The Taste of the Great Country", which is you!

If it weren't for the fact that your photo in the magazine only has a side face, I would have recognized you a long time ago!

Did you know that I came to Hong Kong to participate in the food competition because I wanted to meet you!

Thank God that he must have sent you to me, otherwise I would have missed this opportunity!"

Glancing at the African guy who was so happy that he was incoherent, Lu Luxin smiled and said: "Congratulations, King Zhou, you have gained an African fan, and you are still a rich second generation of Africans who love China." ”

In Africa, he can afford to subscribe to Chinese publications, and he can spend a lot of money to come to Xiangjiang to participate in food competitions in order to meet idols, this is definitely a rich man in Africa, and Lu Luxin even wonders if this kid is the prince of a small African country or something......

Zhou Dong glanced at this African guy named Zhou Aiguo, picked up a clay cake, and gently bit down a small piece.

This kid is not simple, he felt it just now, and now he needs to verify his guess, perhaps, in the face of his own fans?

After chewing lightly, Zhou Dong actually swallowed this mouthful of soil cake, and then took the fish soup handed by Zhou Aiguo's hands and took a sip.

"You didn't throw up?"

The colleagues from Huaxia were surprised, with Zhou Dong's tasting ability, there was no reason to swallow such a bad cake?

"Great, please give me a few comments. ”

Zhou Aiguo looked at Zhou Dong with a stumbling face, and his nervous heartbeat exceeded one hundred and fifty beats per minute.

"The clay cake you make is not very tasty, and if it is compared to other cuisines, it can even be said to be very bad, so I don't think it is a delicious ......."

The Chinese counterparts who were watching nodded when they heard this, and they knew that this was the result.

Zhou Mian Wang is willing to take a bite, which can be regarded as giving enough face to fans, how can he recognize this kind of garbage thing?

Zhou Dong glanced at his Huaxia counterparts who were talking about it, and continued: "However, as far as this soil cake itself is concerned, you have already done the best you can.

You made me see a rare culinary genius in this terrible food that wasn't good food at all......"