Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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Maybe someone with a unique taste will fall in love with the British people.

Qin Guan chose this fish and chips store, which is different from the traditional restaurant with a long history, he is the most simple street side.

Two operators are busy inside, one is responsible for packing and cash register, and the other is responsible for preparing the most common British traditional cuisine in the small kitchen.

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

Although there are more than a dozen kinds of potatoes in Britain, the ones used for fish and chips are larger and have a higher starch content, which is quite similar to the old potatoes in China.

Those sliced ​​French fries are better than potato sticks, each one thicker than the normal two fingers.

The processing of fish meat is more rugged. In some shops, the fish skin is removed together, and the fish bones are removed, and the bread is wrapped in a batter. The beef is wrapped in beef fat.

The whole piece of cod meat does not have the so-called traditional pickling, deodorant and other quite clever treatments. The clumsy British people just add some eggs and salt to the batter. In order to meet their taste, they will also add some milk or dark beer.

Qin watched the staff in the shop working hard, and there was a long line behind him.

A few buddies in the UK at first glance looked at the identity of Qin Guan as a foreigner, and even kindly promoted the owner of this shop.

"Tourist?"

"That's right..."

"Then you are lucky." This brown-haired uncle, compared his thumbs towards Qin Guan: "I have eaten fish and chips here for many years, don't look at the shop is small, but it's made Really authentic."

Qin Guan's face perfectly appeared as if he had won the grand prize. Under the uncle's proud smile, he glanced at the kitchen.

At this time, the boss inside had spread the fish and chips for two on the chopping board, and a brand-new Thames newspaper was swiped into two by him.

The steaming potato sticks were spread over the newspaper at once, and the boss wrapped a whole piece of golden fish in the center of the fries like a piece of art.

Then wrap this big meal in the most beautiful way and wrap this takeout into the shape of a ice cream cone.

A huge fish and chips was delivered to Qin Guan's hands from the window, and Qin Guan had become a petrified state with the food in his hands.

Brother! How do you wrap food in newspapers!

"Uh…"

Here, Qin Guan still has to ask, and the uncle behind him has kindly explained: "The fish and chips we have here are always wrapped in newspaper."

"That group of arrogant experts said that it is unhealthy to eat! Let the dining box and white paper wrap!"

"I don't have to eat fish and chips in newspapers, but I'm so embarrassed to call them fish and chips!"

The black line at the end of Qin Guan felt that he had come to an old store that followed the tradition. While looking at the uncle's righteous indignation, the elderly people behind them turned out to agree.

"Yes, after eating dinner before, just to see the Times. Now young people, just to save the cost of a few cents... Alas, people are not old..."

Is this to save money?

This group of uncles is going to the free newspaper...

Qin Guan twitched the corner of his mouth and took the second portion of fish and chips, squeezing some vinegar into the flesh of a large bottle of spices.

With the approval of the people behind, Qin Guan fluttered these two foods and came to Julia Roberts.

"It smells very fragrant. According to my sharp nose report, this should be a good lunch. After all, even the unpalatable food can be delicious with the help of frying."

Out of the serious expression on the opposite side of Qin Guan, Julia Roberts did not caress the other party’s kindness, and very elegantly took the newspaper bag delivered by Qin Guan, and still faced this lovely with a gentle smile. actor.

"Eat, don't mention it, this meal is not expensive at all."

With the greeting of Qin Guan, he took the lead in biting the fish in his hands...

The noodle shell at the entrance is very thick, with a crispy taste without any taste, and was easily crushed by Qin Guan's teeth.

After breaking through the tongue of heavy resistance, the taste of fish inside was tasted.

Extremely fishy smell, without the practice of fish meat treatment by the Chinese for thousands of years, it retains the purest taste of fish meat, but adds 100% fishy smell...

Coupled with the light, almost unflavored noodles, a perfunctory feeling that you put a small yellow croaker in an unprocessed hang in the pan and fry it twice before serving.

As a top-notch old glutton, wasting food is absolutely intolerable. With full of tears, he swallowed the semi-solid, unchewed fish in his mouth.

Then he raised his eating head in a grudge, and held his hand, reaching in the direction of Julia Roberts.

"Don't eat it, this is simply dark food!"

"Damn it! I can't pit you!"

After seeing Qin Guan's embarrassment, the opposite Julia Roberts suddenly happily pulled the broken hair in his ear back: "I thought that the Chinese stomach is acceptable, seeing what you think It’s unpalatable, then I’m relieved!"

Then she opened her **** big mouth and swallowed the ordinary fried fish in one bite under Qin Guan's stunned gaze.

"Well, I was eating in London that way, it didn't affect me at all..."

Can I say this is a racial advantage?

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

He resented the food in his hands like swallowing candles, and swallowed it hard, but when he saw the big sister on the opposite side, he had already wiped away the big oily lips.

The uncles who lined up across the street were not uncommon, and Qin Guan suddenly began to sympathize with the people of the whole country inexplicably.

Do they know how dark their food is? So that in the worldwide survey, your impression of the UK is not Buckingham Palace, the Queen of England, the Beatles and Shakespeare, but it is full of ridiculous fish and chips.

Qin Guan's full vomiting and Julia's hearty laughter made the sparrows looking for food abandon the food in front of them and spread their wings to the gray sky of the Thames. (To be continued.)