"Players on both sides, you can look at the paintings. ”

"Let's go, let's go and see this rare authentic picture. Compared with Lin Xiao, Liu Mang seems quite optimistic.

"Sunrise: Impression" depicts the scene of watching the sunrise over the port of Havre through the mist, and after the refraction of the morning mist, a round red sun stands out in the dim scene, forming a warm light that trembles with the waves on the water surface, and the rapid bar brushstrokes echo each other with the projection of light, giving people a deep impression.

Monet used brushstrokes of different lengths to depict the waves on the water, three small boats looming in the hazy mist, and factory chimneys, cranes and other objects faintly visible in the distance, presenting the magic of the French port city at sunrise.

This painting is world-famous, but it is really difficult to understand, and ordinary people will always feel that the brushstrokes of the painting are very random and messy, similar to children's graffiti.

Liu Mang tilted his head sideways, clasped his hands around his chest, stared at this famous painting, and after a while, he entered the realm of self-forgetfulness.

"Sir, have we met?" asked Mark Boris when he saw Lin Xiao walking towards him, and his eyes were a little puzzled.

"Mr. Mark, you forgot about me so quickly?"

"Chinese baby? Are you really here for the Chef God Competition?" Mark Boris blurted out in a daze.

"Chinese baby? Shan Jian on the side laughed.

The nickname given by Boris obviously made Lin Xiao very unhappy: "Teacher Mark, didn't you say that it was impossible for us Chinese to reach the top culinary hall back then?"

"Your personal achievements do not diminish the status of Chinese cuisine in my heart. Mark Boris was a little surprised that a student he had always disliked could meet him at the Chef Competition, but he was still as stubborn as he was back then.

"What if our team wins this time?" Lin Xiao's face turned cold.

"Is it possible to win?" Mark Boris scoffed: "If 'Zuo Zongtang Chicken' and 'Fried Chops' can also be considered a big meal, then I will admit defeat." ”

Obviously, Mark Boris's contempt for China has made his impression of Chinese cuisine only superficial.

'Zuo Zongtang Chicken' and 'Stir-fried Chop' are the two dishes that are most widely spread abroad and are also the most well-known by foreigners.

These two dishes are actually not Chinese food at all, but dishes created by Chinese after going abroad according to the taste of foreigners.

One is to cut the chicken breast into pieces, wrap it in batter and fry it, then drizzle it with tomato sauce, similar to KFC's fried chicken nuggets. On the other hand, pork or chicken slices mixed with bean sprouts, onions, celery, bamboo shoots and water chestnuts are mixed with minced pork or chicken until all the ingredients are fluffy and fluffy, then tossed with a thick, slightly transparent sauce and served with rice.

These two dishes are popular in various cheap Chinese restaurants, causing many foreigners who have never been to China to mistakenly think that this is all there is to Chinese food.

"Then we'll see. Hearing Mark Boris say this, Lin Xiao was very happy and couldn't help laughing.

It's good, isn't the slap in the face routine just suppressing first and then promoting, if Mark Boris is no longer the same as before, then it's really not interesting.

"Lao Liu, how do you see it?" After a while, seeing that Liu Mang was still standing in front of this painting like an old monk, Lin Xiao couldn't help but ask.

"Very good!" Liu Mang came back to his senses, his face was red, and he was obviously very excited: "It deserves to be one of the top ten famous paintings in the world." Monet's preoccupation with color goes far beyond the image of the object itself, making the representation of the object on the canvas disappear into light and color. Let people realize the beauty of the structure of light and nature. ”

"Uh...... Can you make it simpler?" After thinking about Liu Mang's explanation, Lin Xiao still didn't understand what it meant.

"It's simple. Liu Mang walked up to the painting again: "Imagine what would happen if this painting had no color and was all black and white?"

"Hmm......" Lin Xiao picked his chin and stared at this masterpiece, and after a while, he said with some uncertainty: "If it's all black and white, then the sun in the painting will disappear?"

Monet's lines were very haphazard, showing a mixture of mist. At sunrise, the sea is foggy, and the water reflects the color of the sky and the sun. ”

"Lao Liu, are you sure you haven't studied art systematically, and you really just graduated from high school?" Hearing Liu Mang's comment, Lin Xiao was so shocked that his mouth couldn't close together.

"What? Did I say something wrong?" Liu Mang scratched his head: "Of course, this is just my personal feelings, everyone has their own thoughts. ”

"I don't know what others say about this painting, but I'm pretty sure that if Monet, who was down-and-out, stood in front of you, he would definitely regard you as a confidant in life, and he would definitely ......"

From Liu Mang, Lin Xiao felt more and more that the so-called artistic literacy was actually a talent. It is a kind of temperament that emanates from the human body, from the inside out.

Really, you can't envy it at all......

"So, have you figured out what to cook?"

"Of course!" Liu Mang slammed his fist: "The artistic conception that this painting wants to express is most in line with the 'fragrant fried clouds' in our Chinese cuisine." ”

"Fragrant fried clouds?Dishes made with purple mountain tea?Isn't this dish lost a long time ago?Do you actually know how to make it?" Lin Xiao couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this dish.

"Well, Master taught. Liu Mang said perfunctorily.

'Fragrant Fried Clouds' is actually a dish that he has exchanged for emotional points from the Kitchen God Space before. The so-called clouds and mist refer to a kind of tea that is a specialty of Purple Mountain, although this tea is extinct, but Liu Mang replaced it with Yuhua tea last time, and the effect is just as good.

Today, Liu Mang is ready to take it out again, add some of his own imagination, make small improvements, and reinterpret this legendary dish.

"Alright, let's get started. Liu Mang's self-confidence infected Lin Xiao, who was originally a little pessimistic, he said.

"Teacher Mark, is that Chinese really dropped out of our Blue Ribbon before?" a young man asked.

"Yes. Mark Boris nodded, the expression on his face cloudy.

Since its founding in 1895, Le Cordon Bleu has cultivated countless talents in the world of Western cuisine. But Lin Xiao was the only one who took the initiative to drop out of the college.

"Even if you fulfill your promise back then, so what? The rules of today's game are simply customized for me!" Mark Boris thought to himself as he looked at Lin Xiao opposite.