I can see the commodity price curve

George looked at him and said, "What do you mean by eating some food to calm down? Drinking is drinking, eating food is eating food. There is no necessary connection between the two."

The male salesperson was stunned: "Drinking has nothing to do with eating? Do you have any misunderstandings about our Chinese drinking culture?"

George shook his head: "How is that possible?

Do you know Li Bai's "Song of the Wine"? There is a line in it that goes like this:
"Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is fun, and at the party you must drink three hundred cups."

What it means is that we kill sheep and cattle mainly for fun, but what we really want to do is drink 300 glasses of wine in one breath.

Li Bai is such a great poet, but he never eats vegetables when drinking.

Now it is our turn, and we must follow the example of our ancestors."

Zhang Yue and others have fallen into complete silence.

If Li Bai knew that someone explained his famous work in this way, I wonder if he would be so angry that he would jump to his feet.

But they already knew George's level, so they were too lazy to explain further.

Suddenly, Liu Jingjing stood up, poured herself a glass, and then raised the glass to George and said:
"Mr. George, my alcohol tolerance is far worse than yours. This glass is for you. You can enjoy it as you like after I finish it."

After saying that, he raised his glass and drank it all.

George glanced at her and suddenly gave her a thumbs up: "Although your alcohol tolerance is not that good, just because you are so happy, I still admit that you are a heroine."

As he said this, he picked up the bottle and gulped down the whole bottle of liquor in an instant.

Zhang Yue looked at George and began to count silently in his mind: "Five, four, three, two, one."

But when he finished speaking, he found that George was still sitting there, his face calm and his heart steady. Except for his eyes being a little blurry, there was nothing unusual about him.

Zhang Yue even started to doubt whether he had seen it wrong. Did the other party really drink a pound of liquor just now?

If you drink a pound of liquor and don't even get drunk, that would be too outrageous.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Yue stretched out his finger: "Mr. George, can I ask you a question?"

George nodded: "Of course."

Zhang Yue asked: "How many fingers are these?"

George looked at him and suddenly frowned: "Boss Zhang, if you want to ask about your finger, just show it to me. Why are you pointing your foot at me?
Don’t you think this is rude?”

After saying that, he leaned back with a look of disgust on his face.

Zhang Yue was sweating inwardly.

Only then did he realize that the other person was already drunk, but because of his special physique, he did not pass out like the others.

He said to George, “Now we should be able to eat our food, right?

To be honest, I've been busy all day and I'm already hungry."

Mr. George nodded: “Of course, come, let’s eat together.

Although I have not been in China for a long time, your food tastes really good.

It is worthy of being an ancient country with a civilization that has been passed down for five thousand years. We in Italy cannot compare with it.

To be honest, pasta has always been the most delicious in my mind.

But after coming here, I found that there are hundreds of kinds of noodles in your country, such as soup noodles, stewed noodles, noodles with sauce, steamed noodles, sliced ​​noodles, and longxu noodles...

Anyway, there are so many types that it’s hard to count them all.

And if you find the right place, the taste is absolutely amazing.”

As he spoke at length, he picked up a piece of fish-flavored pork shreds and put it in his mouth: "I have eaten this fish-flavored pork shreds several times.

The taste is so unique that you will never forget it after taking one bite.”

But just as he finished speaking, he suddenly froze, then lowered his head, found the trash can and spit out the food in his mouth, with disgust on his face:

"What kind of dish is this? Why is it so unpalatable?"

Zhang Yue was stunned.

Look at that plate of shredded pork with fish flavor. This plate of shredded pork with fish flavor is made with green peppers, shredded pork, black fungus and carrots.

Both the color and the aroma were very good. He tried to take a bite and put it in his mouth. The familiar taste spread instantly:
"No problem?"

Moreover, Zhang Yue feels that this kind of fish-flavored shredded pork is the most authentic fish-flavored shredded pork he has ever tasted.

Is there something wrong with my sense of taste?

Thinking of this, he turned and looked at the other three salesmen.

The three of them understood instantly, picked up a piece of fish-flavored pork shreds with chopsticks and put it in their mouths, then nodded at Zhang Yue at the same time.

Liu Jingjing also took a bite and said, "This tastes great!"

Zhang Yue looked at Mr. George again.

Seeing that the other party still looked disgusted, he quickly smiled and said, "I'm sorry, maybe this dish doesn't suit your taste. How about trying this pork with preserved vegetables?"

Mr. George glanced at Zhang Yue and nodded.

He picked up a piece with chopsticks and put it in his mouth. While chewing, he picked up another piece of pickled mustard greens with chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

This way of eating is very authentic, which means the other person must have eaten it before.

But the next moment, Mr. George's face changed again. He lowered his head and spit out the preserved pork in his mouth, his expression became even more uncomfortable:
“This thing is simply inedible.

What's going on with this restaurant?

They also said it was the best hotel in the area, but I think it is a complete rip-off.

Even the worst food we have in Italy is better than this.”

Zhang Yue glanced at him, picked up a piece of braised pork with preserved vegetables with chopsticks and put it in his mouth to taste.

Then his eyes lit up.

Generally speaking, Meicai Kourou is a bit greasy because it is made with pork belly, so many people like to eat it with vinegar and mashed garlic, and then eat it with steamed buns.

But now I don’t know what processing method was used on this plate of pork belly. It is not only fatty but not greasy, but also has a very unique flavor and can be eaten directly.

The others quickly followed suit and picked up a piece to taste. After everyone had finished eating, Liu Jingjing whispered to Zhang Yue, "Manager Zhang, is Mr. George having a taste problem because he drank too much?"

Zhang Yue nodded. He thought so too.

Liu Jingjing was in a dilemma: "What should we do? Although Mr. George is our competitor, he took the initiative to come over today to show his goodwill.

Out of courtesy, we should also accompany him well.

It would be very embarrassing if he kept complaining that the food on the table was terrible and finally called the hotel lobby manager over to scold him. "

Zhang Yue fell into deep thought.

Suddenly he asked George: "Thank you for your praise of our country's cuisine, but I want to ask you a question.

Since you know so much about our country’s traditional culture, you must have eaten a lot of things, right? "

Mr. George nodded and said, “Yes, I have not only been to your luxury restaurants, but also eaten at roadside stalls.

I can say that I have tried almost all the common ones on the market.”

Zhang Yue smiled and said, "Is that so? Then what kind of food do you think is the most unpalatable in China?"

Mr. George hesitated: "Let's not talk about this."

Zhang Yue shook his head: "That won't work. When evaluating a country, one must be objective.

We do have a lot of delicious food here, but there are also a lot of unpalatable things. After all, it’s hard to satisfy everyone.

For example, what I hate most is eating stinky tofu, the taste is simply unpalatable.”

When Mr. George heard what Zhang Yue said, his eyes lit up instantly: "So you don't like stinky tofu either. I don't like that either.

You don’t know, when I first smelled this smell, I thought the other party had soaked the tofu in the toilet for several days before selling it to me.”

Zhang Yue immediately laughed and said, "I feel the same as you. So as long as I smell the smell of stinky tofu, I will stay away from it." Mr. George shook his head and said, "You don't have to stay away from it. If you don't like it, just don't eat it.

I have also learned about the method of making stinky tofu.

This thing is just normal tofu, dipped in that special stinky tofu sauce.

The raw material for this stinky tofu juice is egg white.

It may sound strange, but I personally prefer rotten eggs.

One time, the eggs in my house were accidentally left for a long time, and when I opened them, they were already rotten inside.

I first put in half a spoonful of oil, added the eggs and stir-fried them, and finally added salt.

Finally, put it in bread and the taste is absolutely amazing.

But for some reason I just can’t stand stinky tofu.”

Zhang Yue smiled and said, "Is that so? Then do you know why you can't get used to the stinky tofu here?"

Mr. George shook his head: "How should I know?"

Zhang Yue's voice suddenly lowered: "It's actually very simple.

Because you eat stinky tofu at a roadside stall, and the hygiene conditions of things at roadside stalls are never guaranteed, especially the way they make stinky tofu.

You've seen the recipe and know there's nothing wrong with it.

But the method is fine, which does not mean that the person who makes it is fine.

When those small vendors make stinky tofu, they might add something unspeakable into it.

So if you want to eat the purest, cleanest, most delicious and most unforgettable stinky tofu, you must not go to a roadside stall. "

Mr. George couldn't help but ask, "If you don't go to the roadside stalls, where should you go?"

Zhang Yue pointed at the dishes on the table and said, "It's very simple. It's far away in the sky, but it's right in front of us."

Mr. George was a little stunned: "You mean we can eat the most authentic stinky tofu here?"

Zhang Yue nodded: "That's right.

Well, I'll ask the waiter to bring one now. You can taste it and see if it tastes good or not."

Mr. George hesitated: "Why not just forget it? I already have a psychological trauma about that thing."

Zhang Yue waved his hand: "It's okay, you just need to taste it later. If it suits your taste, eat it. If not, just spit it out."

After saying that, he suddenly laughed and said, "To be honest, I personally hate eating stinky tofu.

But I ate the stinky tofu in this restaurant once, and I still can’t forget the taste, it’s absolutely amazing.”

Mr. George heard him say that and said hurriedly, "Really? Then I must try it."

Zhang Yue immediately called the waiter over and whispered something in his ear.

The waiter was a little embarrassed at first, but after listening to Zhang Yue's words, he finally nodded.

The waiter left quickly and came back quickly. Only ten minutes later, a serving of stinky tofu was served.

The tofu cubes were black and skewered, sprinkled with lots of chives and chili powder, and had a strong flavor of cumin and pepper.

Zhang Yue smiled and said to Mr. George, “Come, try it and see if it tastes good.”

When Mr. George saw the performance of the stinky tofu, he couldn't wait any longer. He reached out and took the skewer and took a bite.

At first his expression was a little ugly, but as he kept chewing, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Finally, he gave Zhang Yue a thumbs up and said, "Boss Zhang, this is amazing. The stinky tofu in this restaurant is absolutely delicious. It's really delicious."

Zhang Yue smiled slightly: "Really? Then do you find any other food that you find unpalatable?"

Mr. George thought for a moment and said, "I think preserved eggs are also very unpalatable."

Zhang Yue immediately said: "You are right, I also think that preserved eggs are super unpalatable like you.

But what I want to tell you is that if you think preserved eggs are super unpalatable, it’s just because the cooking methods are different.

If the real preserved egg is made using the most authentic method, the taste will not be bad either.”

George wondered, "Are you telling the truth?"

Zhang Yue nodded: "Of course, if you don't believe me, I'll ask the waiter to serve you one, and you'll know after you try it."

He reached out and called the waiter over, and whispered a few more words in his ear.

This time the waiter agreed much more readily than before. He turned and left, but came back soon.

There was indeed a plate of preserved eggs in his hand. When they saw this plate of preserved eggs, both Liu Jingjing and the other three male salesmen were stunned.

Because there is no seasoning on this plate of preserved eggs, it is served directly after being cut.

Mr. George was also a little confused. He looked at the waiter and asked, "Did you make a mistake?"

The waiter shook his head quickly: "Yes, this kind of preserved egg is specially made by our restaurant.

Don’t be fooled by the fact that there’s nothing on it. This is because we used a very rare special processing technology.

In short, its taste is completely different from ordinary preserved eggs. If you don’t believe it, you can try it.”

Mr. George said: "In that case, I will give it a try."

He picked up his fork, scooped up a piece and put it in his mouth.

After a moment, George's eyes lit up again, and he gave Zhang Yue and the waiter a thumbs up: "This tastes amazing.

Boss Zhang, you are worthy of me. If it weren't for your introduction, I would probably never have been able to eat such delicious preserved eggs in my life."

Zhang Yue smiled slightly: "Mr. George, you are too polite. I am just sharing with you."

Liu Jingjing and three other salespeople looked at the preserved eggs on the plate with confusion on their faces.

Finally, the four of them picked up a piece and put it in their mouths.

The next moment, their expressions changed.

Liu Jingjing asked Zhang Yue in a low voice: "It seems that this preserved egg is cut directly, right?"

Zhang Yue smiled and nodded: "That's right."

After saying this, he secretly pointed at Mr. George and said, “After he drank that bottle of wine, his taste has changed dramatically.

The food that he thought was delicious before now tasted terrible in his mouth.

On the contrary, things that he thought were not tasty at all before now tasted extremely delicious.

you got it?

This restaurant doesn’t have stinky tofu. I asked the waiter to buy that stinky tofu from the snack street across the street.”

Liu Jingjing nodded with a strange expression.

She never expected that she would encounter such a strange thing while having a meal with Zhang Yue.

Zhang Yue said with a smile, "I wonder if Mr. George likes to eat Houttuynia cordata."

George was stunned: "What is Zheergen?"

Zhang Yue explained: "Zhe Er Gen is also called fish mint, and this grass tastes like fish. In short, it is very special."

George was puzzled: "I can taste the smell of fish, but the smell of fish doesn't seem to be very delicious, right?"

Zhang Yue said: “You don’t know this.

If it just smells like fish, Houttuynia cordata is indeed not very delicious.

But the problem is that Houttuynia cordata has other smells besides fishy smell, and when these smells are combined, earth-shaking changes occur. "

Then, without waiting for the other party to refuse, he called the waiter over again: "Please give us another plate of Houttuynia cordata." (End of this chapter)