Maybe someone with unique tastes will fall in love with the British people because of this. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The fish and chip shop chosen by Qin Guan is different from the traditional long-established restaurant, he is the simplest street face.

Two operators are busy inside, one for packaging and cashiering, and the other in the kitchen, cooking the most common traditional British dish.

Since it is fish and chips, the natural ingredients are two very simple ingredients, and their operation methods are even simpler without any technical content, even worse than the mixed cold noodles and cold skin in the north and south of China.

Although there are more than a dozen types of potatoes in the UK, the one used for fish and chips is larger and has a higher starch content, which is quite similar to the old potatoes in China.

Those cut fries are more like potato sticks, each one a little thicker than a normal person's two fingers.

However, the processing of fish meat is even more rough, and some shops even remove the fish bones from the skin, wrap it in bread* and make a paste made of bread* skin, and fry the fish wrapped in fat to the paste.

Whole cod meat is not treated with the so-called traditional pickling, defishing, etc., and the clumsy British just add some eggs and salt to the batter, and in order to suit their taste, they will also add some milk or dark beer.

Qin watched the staff in the store work hard, and there was still a long queue behind him.

There were a few buddies who looked like they were native to the UK, and looking at Qin Guan's identity as an outsider, they kindly promoted it for the owner of this shop.

"Tourists?"

"Sort of."

"Then you're in for a treat." The brown-haired uncle gave Qin Guan a thumbs up: "I've eaten fish and chips here for many years, don't look at the small shop, but it's really authentic." ”

Qin Guan's face showed a perfect expression as if he had won the jackpot, and under the proud smile of the uncle opposite, he looked towards the kitchen.

At this time, the boss inside had already spread the fish and chips for two people on the board, and a brand new Thames newspaper was split in two by him.

The steaming potato sticks were spread out on top of the newspaper, and the boss wrapped a whole piece of fried golden fish in the center of the fries like a work of art.

Then wrap the meal in the most beautiful way and wrap the takeaway into the shape of an ice cream cone.

A huge piece of fish and chips was handed to Qin Guan from the window, and Qin Guan held the food in his hand, which had become a petrified state.

Eldest brother! How do you wrap food in newspaper!

"Uh..."

Qin Guan here was about to ask, and the uncle behind him kindly explained: "The fish and chips we have here have always been wrapped in newspapers. ”

"That group of arrogant experts said it was an unhealthy way to eat! All make lunch boxes and white paper packaging! ”

"Fish and chips that don't need to be wrapped in newspapers, I'm embarrassed to call them fish and chips!"

Qin Guan had a black line at the end, and he felt that he had come to an old store that followed the tradition, and looking at the uncle's righteous indignation, the few old people in line behind them actually agreed with each other.

"That's right, I used to finish my meal, just to read the Times, and now young people, just to save the cost of those pennies... Alas, people's hearts are not ancient..."

Is this to save money?

These guys are just going for the free newspaper...

Qin Guan twitched the corners of his mouth, took the second portion of fish and chips, and squeezed some vinegar into the fish from the large bottle of seasoning on the side.

With the approval of the people behind him, Qin Guan took these two pieces of food flutteringly and came to Julia Roberts's side.

"It smells good, and according to my keen nose, it should be a good lunch, after all, no matter how unpalatable the food is, it can be delicious with the help of frying."

Due to the serious expression on Qin Guan's face on the other side, Julia Roberts did not caress the other party's kindness, and took the newspaper bag handed over by Qin Guan very elegantly, still facing this lovely actor with a gentle smile.

"Eat, you're welcome, this meal is not expensive at all."

With Qin Guan's greeting, he took the lead in biting the fish meat in his hand....

The dough in the entrance was very thick, with a crispy feeling without any taste, and it was easily crushed by Qin Guan's teeth.

It was only after breaking through the resistance of the tongue that I was able to taste the taste of the fish inside.

The extremely large fishy smell, without the thousand-year-old wisdom of the Chinese, retains the purest taste of fish, but adds 100% fishy smell...

Coupled with the light dough that basically has no taste, a perfunctory feeling that you take an unprocessed small yellow croaker and hang it in the pan and fry it twice before serving it, which comes to the face.

As a top-notch gourmet, wasting food is absolutely intolerable, and with tears in his eyes, he swallowed the half-solid unchewed fish meat in his mouth.

Then he raised his head in disgust, and stretched his hand in the direction of Julia Roberts.

"Don't eat it, it's a dark dish!"

"Hell yes! I can't fool you! ”

Julia Roberts on the opposite side suddenly happily pulled the broken hair in her ear back after seeing Qin Guan's embarrassment: "I thought that the stomach of the Chinese could accept anything, and when I saw that you felt unpalatable, then I was relieved!" ”

Then she opened her big mouth, which was quite sexy, and under Qin Guan's stunned gaze, she swallowed the ordinary fried fish in one gulp.

"Well, I'm in London, that's how I eat, it's not affected at all...."

Can I say it's racial superiority?

As a Chinese, Qin Guan can't do it.

He angrily swallowed the food in his hand like swallowing a candle, but when he saw that the eldest sister on the other side had already wiped his lips clean.

The uncle queuing on the opposite street did not see less, and Qin Guan suddenly began to sympathize with the people of the whole of Britain inexplicably.

Do they know how dark their food is? So much so that in a worldwide survey, your impression of Britain is not Buckingham Palace, the Queen of England, nor the Beatles or Shakespeare, but the fish and chips full of ridicule.

Qin Guan's heart was full of complaints, and Julia laughed heartily, so startled that the sparrows foraging on the side abandoned the food in front of them and flew into the gray sky of the Thames. (To be continued.) )