"Honestly? Of course. Sun Youchen suddenly had an ominous premonition, but now that so many people were staring at him, he could only reply with a hard head.

"Well, if you look at your 'pineapple slurp' from the standpoint of a Chinese chef, it will be completely useless in my eyes. Liu Mang was merciless and reprimanded.

"Master Liu Mang, can you tell me why?" Sun Youchen's face was cloudy and uncertain, and he asked.

"The sweetness and sourness of the sauce are not well controlled, and although you don't use sour vinaigrette, a good Chinese chef can at least control the taste and not let the sour overpower overshadow the sweetness. Also, the meat pieces have not been re-fried twice, and the crispiness of the skin cannot be felt at all, which makes this dish worthy of its name. As for some other flaws, I won't say more, any chef who has studied Cantonese cuisine for a few years is better than you!"

"However, my 'pineapple grunt pork' is the best-selling dish in my restaurant, so how do you explain it?" Sun Youchen felt that Liu Mang was a little too self-righteous, or was he deliberately trying to belittle himself?

"If you haven't seen the light, of course you can endure the darkness. Mr. Sun, go find a good Chinese restaurant and taste the real taste of 'pineapple grunt pork'. You'll know I'm not wrong. ”

"I think this dish is very good, after all, I'm successful now, haven't I?" Regarding Liu Mang's comments, Sun Youchen's face was calm, but his heart was very angry.

He even more determined that this so-called kitchen god from China was too small-minded and looked down on people who were stronger than him.

"Lao Liu, are you talking too bluntly?" After Sun Youchen left, Lin Xiao said.

"He didn't tell me to say it. It's hard to hear, but at least it's a reminder that he doesn't think he's learned the meaning of Chinese food. ”

"Xia worms can't be silent, Master Liu, people may not necessarily accept your affection. He Donglin said.

"The frog at the bottom of the well does not know the size of the world. Lin Xiao pouted: "This level will fool the foreigner, you let him go to China, and abuse people in minutes." ”

After tasting Sun Youchen's dishes, the judges began to taste Juan Carlos's 'seafood risotto', and as Liu Mang expected, Juan Carlos's dishes also received unanimous praise from everyone.

In the end, the judges' voting results came out, and Sun Youchen's 'Pineapple Rouge Meat' received 4 votes, losing to Juan Carlos's 'Seafood Risotto' by one vote.

Seeing this result, Sun Youchen was obviously very annoyed, he glanced at Liu Mang, and led his assistant to leave quickly.

"Well, it seems to hate you. Sun Youchen's eyes were seen by Lin Xiao and said.

"It doesn't matter. Liu Mang shrugged a little funny: "If I really wanted to hit him in the face just now, those words would be in English." ”

After coming out of the competition, I walked around the fresh market in Paris and bought some ingredients for cooking at night, and then everyone returned to the hotel where they stayed.

"Master Liu Mang, what are we going to eat tonight?" asked Shan Jian.

"Let's do whatever we have, let's cook two dishes by ourselves, what do you think?"

"Okay. Shan Jian rolled up his sleeves and was eager to try.

But just then, the doorbell rang......

"I'm going to open the door. Shan Jian ran towards the door of the suite.

"You ......" As soon as the door opened, Shan Jian was stunned.

"Excuse me, is Master Liu Mang here?" What Ling Shan Jian didn't expect was that Sun Youchen was standing at the door.

"We ...... Our chef ...... "Jane didn't know how to answer."

"What's wrong?" Lin Xiao noticed the abnormality and walked to the door.

"Mr. Sun, what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to visit Master Liu Mang. Sun Youchen's face was calm, and he couldn't see his true intentions.

"Please, winning or losing is a common thing in soldiers, you can't lose the game, just come to the door and ask for the guilt, blame us. Lin Xiao's eyes narrowed.

"Of course not, but I have a few words I want to say to Master Liu Mang, and I'll leave after that. ”

"Okay, please come in. Lin Xiao thought for a moment and stepped aside.

"Master Liu Mang. ”

"Ah, Mr. Sun. Liu Mang was also stunned.

"Master Liu Mang, I didn't mean anything else this time, and I didn't feel that I lost the game, it was because it was related to your comments......" Sun Youchen was silent for a moment: "Actually, there are a few words, hold them in your heart, and don't vomit or be unhappy." ”

"Sit down and say. Liu Mang pointed to the sofa: "Xiao Jane, go make a pot of tea." ”

Sun Youchen sat down on the sofa upright: "After the game just now, I thought about it repeatedly and felt that I was still not wrong. ”

"Oh?" Liu Mang didn't refute, and took a sip of Biluochun that Shan Jian had given.

"Of course, I know that you orthodox Chinese food students must look down on me and think that what I cook is not Chinese food at all. ”

"No, I'm only not right on food. Liu Mang shook his head: "In my heart, I have always believed that food has no borders, and there is no genre. The tongue doesn't lie, and you know if it's good or not. ”

"But my 'pineapple slurp' is really popular!

Sun Youchen was a little unconvinced, he really didn't understand why a dish he had always been proud of was worthless in the eyes of these Chinese chefs.

"Before you asked me to comment, I asked you what position you stand on. In the West, your dish is undoubtedly a success, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to open restaurants all over the United States. But in the eyes of our Chinese chefs, your 'pineapple grunt pork' just doesn't go into the stream. This is also a fact that cannot be changed. ”

"Really?" Sun Youchen laughed a little self-deprecatingly: "Master Liu Mang, have you ever experienced my feelings? I was born in the United States since I was a child, and since I was eleven years old, I have been helping in my father's kitchen. At that time, business in my father's shop was not good, and except for some Chinese, few Americans came to eat at the restaurant. In my opinion, my father's dishes were not popular with Americans, although they were in line with Chinese tastes. It wasn't until I took over the restaurant and improved the menu that business picked up. Doesn't Chinese food have to stick to the tradition, not make changes, and not make the locals more popular? This is what I feel angry about. ”

"Taste is something that's really hard to change a lot of times. Liu Mang paused: "But, Mr. Sun Youchen, we are improving Chinese food to make it better, not to make it unrecognizable, and it tastes worse than before it was changed." Besides, can you guarantee that your father is making real Chinese food?"

"This ......" Sun Youchen was speechless.

Yes, his father learned cooking from his grandfather, but his grandfather didn't seem to have learned orthodox Chinese food, he used to work as a crew member on a freighter, and then changed his career to open a restaurant.

"Brother Lin, make a real 'pineapple grunt meat' and give this Mr. Sun a taste. ”