Trying something new, it's a big challenge, because it represents the unknown, it represents uncertainty, it comes with insecurity, panic and fear, everyone has their own fears, not everyone dares to try, especially when prejudice and stubbornness are at work. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It has nothing to do with nationality, nothing to do with culture, nothing to do with class, only to personal experience and character.

When Lu Li tried to make hot pot before, Ronald of the Blackmane Horse Ranch was extremely repulsive, if it weren't for his trust in Lu Li, it is estimated that Ronald would not have mustered up the courage to try anyway. Therefore, Lu Li has never had unrealistic illusions, thinking that Chinese food can sweep thousands of armies, and everyone will love it.

Today, when making Chinese food to entertain Richard and others, Lu Li chose Kung Pao Chicken and Mushu Meat, in fact, taking into account the situation of Robinson and others, he chose dishes with a relatively high degree of acceptance as much as possible, even the same is true for potato roast beef. Still, Mark, Robinson, and Raymond's rejection of the pimple soup was to be expected.

"Please give me a bowl, okay?"

When Mark said this, Lu Li was a little surprised, and asked, "Are you sure?" ”

The corners of Mark's mouth twitched slightly, as if he was smiling, even if he didn't speak, the affirmation and perseverance revealed by those eyes were enough to explain everything.

Lu Li didn't say anything more, shrugged his shoulders slightly, lowered his head and made a bowl of gnocchi soup, and then handed it to Mark, "Do you need me to prepare the trash can?" ”

The teasing tone made Richard, who was sitting next to him, laugh, but then he retracted, because he still had a mouthful of gnocchi soup in his mouth, including a piece of gnocchi, he was chewing carefully, his expression was a little weird, I couldn't tell whether he liked it or disliked, he should still be savoring it, and he didn't decide whether he should like it or not.

Mark gently raised the bowl in his hand, "I'll run to the bathroom in time." There was no positive answer, but the way of expression couldn't be clearer, which made the smile on the corner of Lu Li's mouth can't help but rise.

Raymond and Robinson's eyes followed closely and fell on Mark, and they could even feel their nervousness, as if they were worried that Mark had eaten something wrong, so that it caused gastrointestinal upset and even food poisoning.

The eyes that concealed emotions made the scene a little more unbearable. It was so solemn, so frightened, and even inadvertently revealed a hint of contempt. Not from race, but from class. At this moment, the deviations caused by class differences are gradually revealed, even if they do not mean to.

In fact, not only these two people, but also the cowboys on the ranch also temporarily stopped their movements and cast their eyes, everyone was curious about Mark's reaction.

Under the attention of everyone, Mark didn't hear it, calmly picked up the spoon, gently stirred the soup, and watched the gnocchi turning, the tender green onions, bright red tomatoes lit up the turbid liquid, but there is a wonderful sense of color collision, presenting the unique color combination of Chinese/Chinese cuisine.

The spoon did not hit the edge of the small bowl, it was silent, and the details presented showed the connotation, showing his family background.

Mark scooped up a spoonful of soup with a small lump of gnocchi on top, and he blew away the steaming heat on top of the spoon, then took a small sip of the soup and savored it, everyone held their breath and waited for Mark's comment.

But surprisingly, Mark did not speak, lifted the spoon again, and put the gnocchi and the rest of the soup into his mouth in one go—still without a sound, not only not from the boiling soup to the inner wall of his mouth, nor too embarrassed by a whole lump of gnocchi, and even with the grace of a gentleman.

Mark began to chew slowly, as if he was tasting the best food, enjoying the fruits of the work of the world's best chefs in a three-Michelin-starred restaurant.

In the silence, Lu Li sighed softly, "Wow." Please tell me that you are really enjoying it, not because of the friendship shown as a friend. Because of your actions, I feel like I'm cooking haute cuisine. The teasing tone made everyone laugh.

But Mark was unfazed. He swallowed the food in his mouth unhurriedly, and then raised his head and straightened his back, "This is indeed haute cuisine." In London, the truly top-notch Chinese food is in no way inferior to French food. I mean, the kind that the rich people in the Middle East are willing to try. ”

A serious word, but with a touch of irony, and the black humor hidden in it, but not everyone can catch it.

Lu Li spread out his hands, and his face showed a sincere look, "The current rich people are gradually starting to move away from the city and go to the countryside to experience a different life, which has become a trend, isn't it?" Compared to the Lake District of England, the characteristics of the pastures should be more attractive, right? ”

The Lake District is a rural area in the northwest of England and is one of the favourite holiday destinations of the British high society. Now it has gradually evolved into a tourist destination. Lu Li continued to follow Mark's ridicule, black humor to black humor, full of confidence between words, but better laughter.

Mark's eyes flashed slightly, with a faint smile between his eyebrows, and under the watchful eye, he commented, "I must admit that this soup is very special. It is somewhat similar to Western soups, but completely different. ”

Mark paused for a moment, as if he was thinking, and then said cautiously, "The viscous taste is very smooth, with a faint aroma, I guess, it should be the aroma of ginger and green onions, and then the sweetness of radish, the fragrance of beef, the taste of the whole soup is very light, lighter than expected, but the aftertaste is very strong." I love the taste of wheat, the original. ”

Stopping again, Mark scooped another spoonful of soup, took another sip of soup, chewed a small piece of gnocchi, and then said, "The texture of this pasta is very strong, and it is also filling." On top of that, my stomach is warm, and I love the feeling. ”

Mark raised his head and looked at Lu Li, "To be honest, you can't feel this kind of texture in Western cuisine. ”

Hot soup, or hot soup that can be eaten to your heart's content, is really rare in Western cuisine. As for the hot soup that can ward off the cold and warm the stomach, this is even more of a specialty of Chinese food.

The words are plain, without too many modifying adjectives, but the ordinary words clearly express Mark's praise and admiration. There is not the slightest discount.

Lu Li and the others were okay, but Raymond, Robinson, and Richard, who were sitting next to them, were full of shock, and they didn't seem to be used to Mark's attitude.

Robinson was the first to hold back and raised his voice, "Mark." Are you serious? ”

Mark turned his head and said with a smile, "When have I not been serious?" ”

Robinson choked up with a retort and turned his head to look at Raymond, both of whom looked at each other, as if they didn't know how to respond.

Richard looked at his soup bowl, and before he knew it, there was less than a quarter of the contents left, and he laughed, "I can't tell you why, it's not as professional as Mark." But the fact is that the taste of this bowl of soup is very strange, really strange, and I don't know if the stickiness is good or bad, it can only be said that it is not repulsive, but the spoon can't help but keep sending it to the mouth, one sip, one sip, and it will be finished in the blink of an eye. And, I want a second bowl. ”

Richard was more realistic, did not comment, but spoke with practical actions, picked up the soup bowl, drank the rest in one go, and then handed the soup bowl to Lu Li, "Can I have another bowl?" Richard couldn't help but stand up and looked at the soup basin in front of Lu Li, "Excuse me, is this enough?" Isn't it okay to have one bowl per person? ”

At this point, the soup bowl has been emptied for the most part, and the spoon placed next to it has completely bottomed out, and then half of it has surfaced. It seems that there are at most three or four bowls left.

Richard turned to Robinson and Raymond, "Are you sure you don't want to try?" If that's the case, we can divide the rest of the soup evenly. Without waiting for the two men to answer, Richard looked at Mark, "What about you?" ”

Mark looked stoic and restrained, without much expression, looked at Richard with a smile and shrugged his shoulders, "If it won't be too rude." The subtext is that he is willing to add another bowl, but at this time the soup pot has bottomed out, and out of politeness, he naturally will not take the initiative to ask.

Mark's attitude caused Robinson and Raymond to exchange glances again, and the two looked at the other food on the plate in front of them: roast beef with potatoes, fragrant, caramel-colored beef that wheted an appetite; The red and yellow scrambled eggs with tomatoes are bright in color and bright in color; There are also kung pao chicken and mushu meat that make people constantly secrete saliva, and I can't help it.

Without warning, Robinson slammed to his feet, "I want to!" I want a bowl! The expression of gritting teeth looks like a heart, and he has made up his mind with all difficulties, and he has the appearance of going to the battlefield to the death, which really makes people laugh.

Without hearing a response, Robinson thought he had been rejected, so he quickly opened his eyes and said urgently, "Isn't it a bowl for everyone?" Then I'm sure I still have a bowl. Those who have already drunk it, don't drink it anymore, it's mine! Robinson turned to look at Raymond and added, "What about you?" If you don't want it, give me your bowl. ”

Robinson's death-defying expression, but with an impatient tone, was really contradictory, but it became more and more funny, causing everyone to laugh lowly.

Lu Li made a bowl of soup again and handed it over, "Robinson, this is yours." Rest assured, as a host, how can you make your guests hungry. Even if I don't, I'll leave our share to the guests, that's politeness. After watching Robinson take the soup bowl, Lu Li blinked and added, "What's more, there is a big pot in the kitchen, enough for you to drink until you want to vomit." ”

Robinson recalled his urgency and couldn't help but feel embarrassed.