The day I was fired from a Michelin restaurant, I slapped the egg fried rice in front of the chef and said, "I won't say this until I finish eating."
He was silent for ten seconds after eating, and then said, "You're fired."
I said, "That's right, I wanted to leave a long time ago."
I flew to New York with an heirloom iron pot and $3,000.
On the first day I set up a folding table in Chaos Alley, a black rapper ate my egg fried rice and took a video of it on the spot and posted it online: "The most awesome Chinese food in New York!"
The next day, my stall was mobbed.
Some people drive five hours from Boston, and some people line up at four in the morning.
A Wall Street elite ate my meal and tipped me $500: "This is the best fried rice I've ever had."
The Michelin reviewer came and was silent for a long time after eating: "This is the most unlike a street stall I have ever seen."
Someone asked me what the secret is.
I said, "There is no secret. Just stir-fry carefully. Every bowl is the same."
They say I'm the king of Chinese food in New York.
I said I was just a fried rice guy.
But my tip box is full every day.
Reader comments
You still need to understand English to read a novel. Why don't you, the author, write all the English and post it online?
Neither the good nor the bad will be given. It looks so tiring. Too cumbersome. It gives me the feeling that the preface does not match the postscript, but it is not that strong. Anyway, it looks a little uncomfortable.
You still need to understand English to read a novel. Why don't you, the author, write all the English and post it online?
Neither the good nor the bad will be given. It looks so tiring. Too cumbersome. It gives me the feeling that the preface does not match the postscript, but it is not that strong. Anyway, it looks a little uncomfortable.