"Master Liu, I have carved the reef and the boat, and I will leave the rest to you. Seeing Liu Mang coming over, He Donglin put down the carving knife in his hand.

"Not bad!" Liu Mang picked up the boat and looked at it, praising it repeatedly.

The boat is carved from a cassava native to France. He Donglin cleverly retains the brown skin of the purple sweet pota, which forms the texture of the wood. Both the window lattices of the boat and the bamboo strip roof on the top have been carefully carved, just like the real fishing boat has been shrunk several times.

"Originally, I wanted to carve even a fisherman, but I couldn't find the feeling, so I ended up carving two of them, wasting a lot of time in vain. He Donglin said with a slight apology.

"It's okay, Lao He. It's that you're too nervous right now and haven't played as well as you should, so I'll take care of the rest. Liu Mang said with relief.

Liu Mang walked to the table, picked and chose on the table, and finally picked up a half of the cassava that He Donglin used.

"Lao He, borrow your knife from me. Liu Mang picked up this half of cassava, looked at it over and over in his hand, and secretly conceived the figure in his heart.

"Give. He Donglin sent his finger-long knife.

Liu Mang took it, took a deep breath, and his wrist began to tremble.

He Donglin was originally a chef who studied carving, and later transferred to school, and the carvers are among the best in the domestic culinary industry. But a master like him, when carving some fine food carvings, has never been a knife and a stroke, and he will never have such a fast movement like Liu Mang.

The sharp knife moved up and down in Liu Mang's hand, as if it had spirituality.

In just a moment, as Liu Mang gently shook off the remaining debris on the cassava, a vivid fisherman statue appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Well done, Lao Liu!" Lin Xiao took it and praised it.

Liu Mang's fisherman statue is not like He Donglin's carving of fishing boats and reefs, and every detail strives to be perfect. Instead, only very simple lines are used to depict the loneliness of the fisherman sitting alone in a lonely boat and fishing in the cold river.

This fisherman is bowed, wearing a hat, his hands are in his sleeves, his eyebrows and eyes are lowered, and his expression is serene, which is the same as what Liu Mang painted just now.

"Let's start plating. Liu Mang placed the fisherman's image on the fishing boat, carefully adjusted the position of the boat and the reef, and finally cut off a piece of garlic moss, inserted it between the fisherman's hands, and used it as a fishing rod.

"Lao Liu, how to use dry ice?" Waiting for Liu Mang to arrange the 'sweet and sour balls' on the other side of the plate in the shape of a peak, Lin Xiao took a box of dry ice and asked.

"Give it to me. Liu Mang opened the box of dry ice.

The dry ice in the box is in the shape of a small cylindrical shape, and Liu Mang scoops it out with a spoon and lays it on the bottom of the plate, which is regarded as a white water.

"Do you want to pour it now?" Lin Xiao took a cup.

Dry ice can only quickly vaporize when it comes into contact with water, creating a cloud-shrouded scene.

"Not for the time being, wait until it's served. After Liu Mang finished speaking, he took a few steps back, examined his work from a distance, and then rang the bell on the table to announce that the dish was finished.

When the bell rang, the photographers hurriedly ran forward with the camera and pointed the camera at the dishes on the table.

"It's unimaginable that a dish can be so beautiful!" When the camera zoomed in and the whole dish appeared on the big screen, the audience felt such a sigh in their hearts.

Liu Mang and He Donglin worked together to bring Xu Wei's "Fishing Alone in the Cold River" out of the canvas and show it in front of the audience.

Liu Mang's idea is right, the aesthetic taste between people is common, regardless of national borders. Although many viewers saw this kind of food sculpture based on Chinese landscape painting for the first time, they did not feel the slightest sense of estrangement and were completely intoxicated.

"This dish isn't visually as dynamic as Gordon's 'Flaming Mountain,' but the more I look at it, the more I like it!" said one of the judges, holding his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Yes, this has gone beyond ordinary dishes and has risen to the level of art. The other judge simply left his seat, crouched down, and watched carefully.

"Strange, why do I have a strange sadness in my heart?" Glenn Laurie rubbed his eyes, "Is it that there are onions in there, too? ”

Artistic attainments determine the level of personal appreciation. In addition to Glenn Lowry, there are only a few of these judges, who have experienced the artistic conception of this derivation from Xu Wei's paintings, the kind of compassion and compassion, fishing alone in the cold river, and the whole world is drunk and I am awake.

"Brother Lin, it's okay. After waiting for a while, seeing that the judges were completely trapped, Liu Mang nodded at Lin Xiao.

Lin Xiao was holding a kettle in his hand, which was filled with hot water of about 60 degrees, and when he saw Liu Mang's signal, he walked to the judges' bench and slowly poured the water into the plate.

Suddenly, clouds and mist rose from the plate, enveloping the entire plate......

"Wow! This dish can also be moved!" exclaimed many viewers.

"I would like to tell you where the inspiration for this dish came from. While the dry ice cloud on the plate had not yet dissipated, Liu Mang picked up the microphone.

"This dish was inspired by a Chinese ink painting by Xu Wei, known as the Van Gogh of China, who lived ...... life."

Liu Mang was talking eloquently on stage in English, and at this moment no one paid attention to whether his pronunciation was standard or whether there were flaws in grammar, and their attention was all attracted by Xu Wei's legendary life experience.

Before his death, Xu Wei wrote "Deformity", which recorded his bumpy life experience. When he died, he was accompanied only by a dog, and there was not even a mat on the bed. After about seven or eight minutes, Liu Mang put down the microphone.

"Mr. Liu Mang, I admire that Chinese painter very much, and it is a great pity that there is not a single painting by Mr. Xu at the Museum of Modern Art in New York. After listening to Liu Mang's story, Glenn Laurie let out a sigh.

"No wonder, this dish is melancholy!"

"Sad, Mr. Curator, this is not the true artistic conception of Xu Wei's "Fishing Alone in the Cold River and Snow". Liu Mang smiled and showed a mouthful of white teeth.

"Oh, what's that?"

"It's the same as Vincent van Gogh's Starry Night, full of love for life and the belief that never give in in the face of adversity. Only when there is light in the heart can there be no fear of darkness. ”

"Mr. Liu Mang, you have an appreciation that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve!" Hearing Liu Mang's answer, Glenn Laurie was stunned for a moment, and then praised it.

"I see a lot of young people like you, many of them are even well-known painters or art critics. Most of them will be confused by Van Gogh's tragic life, but they rarely pay attention to Van Gogh's inner world and the true meaning of "Starry Night"!"

Speaking of this, Glenn Laurie paused and accentuated his tone: "Love! Only love can create great works! Mr. Liu Mang, is your dish the same?"

"Of course, Mr. Glenn Laurie, look at ......"

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