Chen Wenxia is a food blogger who accidentally stumbled across a book while searching for intangible cultural heritage delicacies and became an American relic in the late 1990s.
The original person was not used to American food and cooked it by himself, and died of food poisoning. Chen Wenxia looked at his empty wallet and sky-high hospital bills and felt like he was struck by thunder.
The God of Cooking system issued a task: [Ask the host to sell 100 portions of fried rice at the school gate within two days to offset the hospital bill.
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Soon, everyone discovered that Dongfang Liuzi, who was a terrible cook, actually set up a pot at the school gate: "Authentic Yangzhou fried rice, delicious and not expensive!"
At first, the students scoffed:
"Can the fried rice be eaten? Don't poison others."
"I've never heard of fried rice. Can you make General Tso's Chicken?"
"Clean up early and go back to wash the dishes. You will starve to death sooner or later if you set up a stall."
Later, there was a long queue every day at Chen Wenxia's stall:
The top student in the same major begged: "Can you leave me a piece of braised pork tomorrow? I can help you with your homework!"
The boss of Shanxi Coal recalled: "Can the knife-shaped noodles come back? I have tried so many restaurants and still think your stall has the best taste!"
The Silicon Valley boss drove a luxury car and said, "As long as you are willing to be my personal chef, the price can be whatever you want."
Other diners in line: "No! You poached the boss, what are we going to eat!!!"
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As the tasks issued by the system become more and more tricky, Chen Wenxia becomes more and more mysterious.
But no matter where she sets her stall, there are always familiar diners flocking to her stall, eagerly waiting for her to open her mouth.
Chen Wenxia couldn't help but ask: "My stall time is so weird, how did you sneak up on me?"
The diners said that as long as Chen Wenxia fixed the stall location and time, they would tell her.
Chen Wenxia waved his hand and refused: "Haha, no."
The diners just laughed. If it doesn't work, it won't work. Anyway, in order to accurately locate Boss Chen, they have secretly established a super intelligence organization.
Small Theater
Just when America's impression of Chinese food was still limited to General Tso's chicken and fortune cookies, a mysterious Chinese food stall quietly became popular.
What diners talk about the most is that the oriental stall owner can use a heavy and clumsy kitchen knife to fillet fish as thin as a cicada. He can also pull a large ball of noodles into noodles with even thickness and consistency. He can even carve ordinary cabbage into flowers and make a fresh and delicious cabbage soup. After one sip, you will dream of the taste... Well, this is Chinese food!
A reporter from the New York Times visited the magical stall at night. Chen Wenxia's big pot was filled with flames, but the ingredients inside were not harmed at all. Instead, a stronger aroma came out.
The reporter was shocked: "Ohhh——Chinese`s kongfu!"
Several blond diners turned around and laughed at him:
"What Chinese`s kongfu? This is called Dianshao, you ignorant foreigner!"
"This is your first time to eat the food cooked by Boss Chen. I will give you my seat. You will definitely fall in love with it!"
"I want to go to Boss Chen's hometown every day to see what magical place can produce such a great chef!"
The reporter was silent, just ordering and eating.
The next day, the food column of the New York Times published a report: "Oriental magic came to America in the 1990s!"
Reading guide:
1. A delicious food story that took place in the United States.
2. There is no logic, everything is just for the sake of cool writing.
Purpose: Cultural dissemination.
