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【Tutorial】As a non-VIP, how to cheer for the nine-athlete of ten joys―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――― when Zhang Jin was settled next to him, an old couple, the sound of table tennis stalls completely drove away the sleepy insects, Zhang Jin finally found this street, and thousands of food stalls appeared in his trance, and his spirit was shocked.

Who is Zhang Jin? That's an elite, a foodie!

With his foodie, level, how can he not be interested in these absolutely most authentic and authentic snacks from all over Shijie, all from the hands of famous people of this product, and all made with the origin materials of this product?

So, Zhang Jin got to know the uncle and aunt who woke him up and dozed off and made meat buns, and after a few words of greeting, he asked these two uncles and aunts, as well as Xiao Dong, who was still in a sad daze, to help him take care of the stall, and he staggered to his feet, as if he was eating after a meal, and leisurely walked around the street.

Although there is still a while before the opening time, these stalls have just been erected and have not yet started to cook and eat, but just looking at the small flags with inscriptions waving in the wind on the stalls, the snack posters posted on the booth panels, the time-honored signboards hung out, and watching the fireworks rising from the stoves of the stalls, and then imagining the things that will be produced here in the future, Zhang Jin can't help but feel a little drooling.

Beef offal, meat sandwich buns, barbecued meat, grilled fish, grilled hairy eggs, skewers, bowl chicken, brine, cold skin and cold noodles, hand-beaten meatballs, mixed noodles, ramen, knife-cut noodles, wonton wonton shrimp dumplings, steamed dumplings, fried dumplings, rice noodles, moromi grains, eded tofu, stinky tofu, moldy tofu, fried centipede, fried grasshopper, fried ants, fried cicada pupa......

All over China, all kinds of street food are dazzling;

In addition to the dazzling Chinese snacks, all kinds of snacks from all over Shijie also occupy half of this long street.

Kobe beef patty from Wakoku, fried wild young bees from Nagano, Ka fish bone sake from Tsurui......

Russian shaulma, kebabs, baked potatoes...,,

Hot dogs from Germany, mint tea from Morocco, seafood ceviche from Peru, roasted whole pig from Cambodia, grilled chicken sausage from Thailand, grilled lizards from South Africa......

What is a foodie?

Foodies are the kind of people who are hungry when they smell the fragrance and hungry when they see the food... The digestion ability is super strong, as long as there is delicious food, the kind of strange person whose stomach will never have a bottom,。

Zhang Jin is a very typical foodie, and he is also the kind of elite, first-class foodie who carries a bottomless stomach in another dimension when he is greedy.

Although there are hundreds of food stalls and thousands of snack categories on the street, any one or any kind of snack, as long as Zhang Jin stands by and looks at it for a while, he will know how to do it, and he will be even more blue. However, he was still interested in tasting the masterpieces of these famous artists.

This is not only because Zhang Jin, a foodie, is a lazy person, but he is more willing to eat ready-made.

And because it is impossible for him to make thousands of snacks in one go, just to facilitate himself to eat Hesai and gluttonous insects. Therefore, the hundreds of chefs in the back kitchens of all the restaurants on this street, and the tens of thousands of famous dishes they cooked, not counting for the time being, the snacks on this street alone are already Zhang Jin's dream, a big meal. …,

So, when the hundreds of food stalls on this whole street have just started a fire, everyone is still busy kneading noodles, heating pots, boiling water, burning charcoal and other preliminary preparations. Zhang Jin, the combatant among the foodies, has already begun to wander around with his hands behind his back, and began to plan the route he will take with his relatives and friends after the arrival of his group of relatives and friends for a while.

"Look at the soup of this bowl chicken is thick enough, and the flavor is enough. A must-try for a while...... This hand-made beef meatball is superb! Be sure to eat something later...... This stinky tofu is delicious enough to be missed for a while...... This is the ceviche used to marinate seafood in Peru, it should be good, come and eat two bites when the time comes......"

Because almost everyone's snacks have on-site craftsmanship, they are all busy at this time, and they almost want to hit the back of their heads. So, among the busy people, Zhang Jin, who walked leisurely with his hands behind his back, was quite eye-catching.

Although Zhang Jin is a disciple of the Eight Banners in the late Qing Dynasty, he has the virtue of carrying a cage bird, and when he looks around, he instigates the saliva in his mouth from time to time, which looks very obscene and has no image. However, it is Zhang Jin's gluttonous appearance that just matches the eyes of these conceited food masters

Who doesn't want others to drool over their work?

So, even if Zhang Jin didn't open his mouth to compliment, he had already used his image body language to please all the stall owners he saw. In addition, everyone saw the card hanging on Zhang Jin's chest and knew that he was his peer... Performing on the same stage, colleagues,.

So these greedy images of Zhang Jin... The flattering and happy chefs took the initiative to strike up a conversation.

"Big brother, are you idle? You don't care where the stall is, your master won't pump you? ”

"Young man, can you eat spicy, do you want to try it later?"

Seeing that Zhang Jin is young, these people obviously don't look like folk artists who can get on such a big stage... So I take it for granted that he is a chick brought by the master to see the world.

Zhang Jin didn't say anything, he didn't change his greedy face with a smile, and greeted these people.

In this case, Zhang Jinke showed his talent for language.

Communicating with the Chinese people's natural Chinese, the familiarity is fast, even if the dialect is used, Zhang Jin's Cantonese, Hokkien dialect, and Shanghainese dialect are also authentic and pure.

and the devil of the Japanese country, Zhang Jin can also be wow-da-hee, kill you Marseille, whatever, use the Japanese language without playing the book for a long time. He didn't know whether Zhang Jin's Japanese language was an authentic Tokyo dialect, but he knew that it was definitely an authentic dialect, and it was not contradictory even in the empty angel, sub-heat, red heat, samurai, tiger, tiger, and Yidao;

With the uncles and aunts of Tsarist Russia, communication is also not a problem. Zhang Jin's mouth spit out Hara Shao, Davarez... Definitely no worse than an authentic Muscovish, quite standard tongue tremor;

Spanish, French, English, German, Italian......

All kinds of languages, spit out in Zhang Jin's mouth, are almost the same as his mother tongue.

So, with Zhang Jin's self-acquainted energy, with Zhang Jin's jaw-dropping language talent, and with Zhang Jin's mouth skills, when Zhang Jin walked from one end of this long street to the other, although he couldn't say that he had become famous on this street, like thunder... I can't say how deep my friendship is with these people.

But he at least succeeded in letting most of the people on this street know that there is such a number one person as him in this shijie.

A few people who pay close attention to him know that there is really a demon-level genius with this language, hundreds of stalls on this whole street, more than a dozen languages, dozens of dialects, this young man named Zhang Jin can go all the way, see people talk about people, and talk nonsense when he sees ghosts... and anyone can skillfully get a few words. …,

Of course, the ghost mentioned here is not a ghost of a ghost... It's the ghost of a foreign devil... It's the ghost of the Japanese devil.

A language master came to be a cook, and it wasn't the kind of chef in a white coat and a high hat in a splendid hotel, but a street cook who made snacks in a small stall?

It's something that makes people stare at the ground.

Although you do this business, you can participate in this kind of conference, even if you are fiddling with snacks, you are equivalent to a master-level master. Although they are also proud of their craft and their profession, it is still difficult to accept that people like Zhang Jin will come to be chefs.

Do you have that kind of lip service, and it's not good to go to multinational companies and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to play tricks? ，

People who think this way, when they look at Zhang Jin's eyes, they don't see strange people and strange behaviors... That's definitely the kind of look that looks at a psychopath!

Time flies quickly, just chatting for a while in Zhang Jin's house where he is wandering around, and the time will soon come to ten o'clock.

At this time, all the folk celebrity chefs at the food stalls along the street are ready.

The old soup is tumbling, and the curtain is steaming...... The whole long street is already filled with the special smell mixed with various fragrances, and this complex smell is not only not unpleasant, but also has great magic.

This taste can make people who have just eaten feel hungry, and even more so can make hungry people drum their stomachs!

If it weren't for the approaching opening time of the street, if it hadn't been for the fact that Ye Hong and the gang of people who came back from the Shenzhen market last night would eat and play together today, Zhang Jin, who was already hungry for worms in his stomach, couldn't wait to go around the stalls before the end of the opening ceremony and have a good meal first.

When Zhang Jin was urged by a group of new friends to return to his seat a little, he faintly heard a salute outside the archway at the entrance of the street.

Zhang Jin knew that the opening ceremony had begun.

After the salute, there was another drum noise, followed by a faint official voice barking a few words, and then another burst of firecrackers.

zuihou, I saw that the originally blocked street entrance, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of people poured in!

It is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the most lively time in China. Temple fairs during the day, watching lights at night, all hot places are crowded.

Moreover, China has been a country of eaters since ancient times.

As long as you think about why the Chinese food culture has a long history, you will know how many Chinese gluttonous ghosts there are.

The reason why Chinese food culture can be traced back thousands of years is not because our ancestors of Chinese people are delicious and love to eat?

There is such an excellent gluttony, genetic inheritance, such a profound food culture, and such a huge population base in China...... With so many prerequisites. Normal people think about it with their knees and know that there will be fewer contemporary Chinese people who are gluttonous and foodies? ）