"Chef, is that okay?"

"yes, isn't it a little too risky. ”

In addition to Lin Xiao, Shan Jian and He Donglin also expressed concern. Although Liu Mang's idea is very good, but now in the game, he can't make a small mistake. Besides, can these foreigners appreciate the wonders of Chinese painting? and don't imagine that they will associate it with Van Gogh.

"If I hadn't come to the Chef Competition, I would definitely not have much confidence, but after the last time I finished the 'Bright Moon Rising from the Sea', I think our Chinese culture really has the power to move people's hearts, and it is no worse than Westerners. Liu Mang replied.

"Okay. Then let's try!" Seeing Liu Mang's insistence, Lin Xiao had no choice but to cooperate unconditionally.

"Okay, but what kind of dishes?" He Donglin asked again.

"I already have a good idea of the shape of the dishes, as for what to cook at the bottom, you let me think about it. Liu Mang touched his chin and slowly walked to the area where the ingredients were placed.

"In order to fit the theme, the taste of this dish must give people a strong sense of impact, but in order to cater to the taste of foreigners, spicy and hemp have to be excluded, which is really a bit difficult!"

Liu Mang stopped and walked in front of the shelf where the ingredients were placed, looking very hesitant. On the other side, Gordon Ramsay was already starting to choose the ingredients, and to Liu Mang's surprise, the ingredients he chose were very simple, and even a little monotonous, so he took some potatoes and onions.

"Spicy can't be used, it can only be sweet and sour. Walking to the refrigerator, Liu Mang opened the cabinet door and picked out a piece of pork belly from it: "Perhaps...... An improved version of 'sweet and sour meatballs' would be a good choice. ”

"Lao Liu, have you thought about what to do?" Lin Xiao asked, holding a basket in his hand that was ready to be used to hold the ingredients.

"'Sweet and sour meatballs' are your specialty. Liu Mang threw the piece of pork belly into the basket in Lin Xiao's hand.

"Sweet and sour meatballs, isn't it too simple?" Lin Xiao was stunned.

"Sweet and sour meatballs" were born from Lu cuisine, the method is simple, not complicated, and almost a slightly experienced chef can get started.

"Of course, it's not the ordinary version of 'sweet and sour meatballs', we can improve it somewhat. Liu Mang picked up two carrots and put them in the basket.

"Okay, then what other ingredients do you need?" Lin Xiao nodded.

"Shrimp, eggs, and fish ......" Liu Mang reported the name of the ingredients in the same way: "By the way, cuttlefish juice is also needed, and dry ice, there should be one here, right?"

"Dry ice? Lin Xiao was stunned again.

In his impression, Liu Mang was still preparing to use dry ice for cooking for the first time, because he had said before that dry ice or something, it was something that molecular cooking was playing.

"Master He, it's up to you to put the plate this time. After selecting the ingredients, Liu Mang and Lin Xiao returned to the work area.

"Okay, what kind of styling do you need?" "The last time Liu Mang did the 'Sea Rising Bright Moon', he didn't come in handy, but this time he finally has to test his skills, of course, he is very excited.

"There must be reefs, fishing boats, reeds...... Liu Mang squinted his eyes and explained the same.

"Master Liu, this is not a small difficulty, which painting is it derived from Xu Wei?"

"The picture from Xu Wei's "Fishing the Cold River Alone", I don't know if you have seen it. ”

"Xu Wei still has this painting handed down? It must be a private collection, and it has not been exhibited, right?"

"It's a private collection, indeed. Liu Mang nodded.

This Xu Wei's "Fishing the Cold River Alone" is hung in Li Qiushui's study, Liu Mang last visited, he had savored it, and every detail in the painting, every stroke of the tone, was kept in mind.

"I've never seen the real thing, and I can't carve that kind of charm with my imagination. He Donglin had a troubled look on his face.

"It's a bit of a tough thing. Liu Mang thought for a while: "That's it, Lao He." I'll give you a rough sketch, I'll give you the main part, and I'll figure out the rest of the details. ”

"Draw now?"

"Draw now. After taking a large white disc, Lin Xiao also took the cuttlefish juice, Liu Mang opened his toolbox, took a clean brush from it, and dipped it in a full amount of cuttlefish juice.

Hold your breath for a moment, and recall the feeling when you saw the painting in your mind, and the brush in Liu Mang's hand fell.

In the middle of the painting is a small boat, an old man wearing a hat on his head, sitting diagonally at one end of the fishing boat. On the side, there is a large blank space, with a few ripples, to show the scene of water and cold wind blowing across the river.

"What's going on? Is that young man painting?" the photographer stepped forward and pointed his camera at the disc on the table in front of Liu Mang.

Liu Mang's painting skills are good, after all, he has been forced to practice by his own old man since he was a child, and after just a moment of effort, a lifelike ink painting appeared on the white disc.

"Alright. Compared with Xu Wei, I can only draw shapes, not gods, and I don't know how much worse the realm in between. Liu Mang stopped his pen, looked at it, and sighed.

"If you are too modest, you will be suspected of pretending. Lin Xiao rolled his eyes: "Lao Liu, I can't see it, I thought you could write well, but I didn't expect that painting can also be." ”

Although the time is in a hurry, Liu Mang uses very few lines to outline the lonely demeanor of the fisherman and the cold and bleak climate.

"Calligraphy and painting are one, and besides, I really don't think I'm good at painting. ”

"Okay, when I see this painting, I have a bottom in my heart. He Donglin directly picked up the disc and came to his eyes to watch it carefully.

"Lao He, the reef and the fishing boat will be handed over to you, and the fisherman and I will come to carve it later. ”

"No problem, wrap it up on me. He Donglin's chest was patted with a bang.

With the selected ingredients, Liu Mang walked to the board and began to prepare for cooking.

"Yo, the dog's speed is pretty fast. Lin Xiao, who was peeling the shrimp, glanced at the opposite side and said.

During the time that Liu Mang was painting, Gordon had peeled and cooked the potatoes he had retrieved, beaten them into a puree, added milk, sugar, and crushed cheese, and stirred them together into a puree. After it has cooled slightly, it is piled up in the shape of a mountain peak on a plate.

"It seems that the shape of the dish is like a volcano, but this volcano has something to do with Van Gogh's "Starry Night"!" Lin Xiao pouted.

"It doesn't have much to do with painting, but it has a lot to do with Vincent as a person. Liu Mang thought for a moment and understood.

"What's the relationship?"

"Do you think that Vincent Van Gogh's life is not like a volcano, it seems to be ordinary, but in fact, there is a huge amount of energy inside, just waiting for the moment of eruption?"

"What you say, it's true!" Liu Mang woke up a little, and Lin Xiao also understood: "The dog really has two brushes!"