What is the principle behind the color of crucian carp soup as white as milk?

Wang Jianye felt that he could not explain clearly to the foreigner in front of him just by using gestures.

So he had to ask his apprentice Chen Xiaoyang to serve him a small bowl of crucian carp soup.

The foreigner first smelled it with a frown, curious why there was no taste of milk, and then took a small sip.

Then my eyes lit up and I thought this bowl of crucian carp soup was so delicious.

He had never tasted such delicious fish soup. It was much better than the fish stewed in his country.

Then the foreigners gave Wang Jianye a thumbs up, with happy smiles on their faces.

Wang Jianye easily understood this gesture.

“Thank you for liking my soup.”

Wang Jianye smiled and spoke to him regardless of whether he understood or not.

The fish soup is so delicious, you must try it.

The foreigner went back and called many companions.

Wang Jianye seemed to be able to see it.

The foreigner who drank the fish soup was telling his companions how delicious it was.

However, the foreigners who were called over looked unconvinced.

The foreigners who drank the fish soup gestured to Wang Jianye, indicating that he wanted to give them a taste as well.

Wang Jianye nodded to Chen Xiaoyang beside him and asked him to serve some.

He also told me not to serve too much, after all, the crucian carp and tofu soup he made didn't have a lot of food in it.

If each person gets half a bowl, the people behind him definitely won't be able to drink any, and they can only take a sip each.

After drinking the fish soup stewed by Wang Jianye, the expressions of the remaining foreigners were exactly the same as the first foreigner when he drank the fish soup.

Surprise, amazement, shock.

"Oh my God, I've never had fish soup so delicious, I swear."

“It’s so delicious. Is this the culinary art from the East?”

"We should really ask those damn cooks to come over and learn how to make fish soup from this oriental cooking master."

"..."

These foreigners were chattering in foreign languages, but Wang Jianye couldn't understand a word they said.

However, from their satisfied expressions, Wang Jianye could tell that they really loved drinking the fish soup he made.

"Want to drink more? No."

Wang Jianye struggled to understand what the foreigner meant from his gestures, so he shook his head.

"Everyone can only taste a little bit, otherwise, the people behind will not be able to taste it."

Wang Jianye spoke while making gestures to them.

No matter whether they understand it or not, or hear it or not.

Wang Jianye would never let his apprentices share the fish soup with them again.

They were reasonable.

After understanding what Wang Jianye meant, he left here regretfully.

Soon another wave of foreigners came over, attracted by the aroma of the fish soup.

After tasting the delicious fish soup, they couldn't help but give Wang Jianye a thumbs up.

Wang Jianye was very happy. The dishes he cooked were not only recognized by Chinese people, but also by foreigners.

It didn't take long.

The traditional Chinese red date cake is steamed.

As Wang Jianye pulled out the steamer, a rich aroma wafted into the air.

The red date cake made by Wang Jianye is different from the red date cake made by unscrupulous merchants in later generations, which adds flavors.

The red date cake he made smells very fragrant, but you will never get sick of it.

It immediately attracted a lot of foreigners. They gathered in front of Wang Jianye's booth, watching him cut the date cake into small pieces, swallowing their saliva with greed.

"Is this Chinese pastry? It smells so good."

"I smell the fragrance of red dates. Are there red dates in this?"

"Sir, can I have a taste?"

"..."

The foreigners surrounding him were chattering at the same time.

Wang Jianye didn't understand a word.

However, he understood what these people wanted, so he instructed his apprentice Chen Xiaoyang to give each of them a small piece and not to take too much.

After receiving the small piece of red date cake from Chen Xiaoyang, the foreigners first put it under their noses to smell the fragrance, and then took a small bite.

"Oh my god." "This Chinese pastry smells so good."

"It has the aroma of red dates and milk, and is very soft."

“It’s really delicious.”

“Why doesn’t my country have this?”

"Can I have another piece, sir?"

"Sir, I have a friend who didn't come to the Expo. Can I bring a piece back for him to try?"

"..."

Wang Jianye looked at their expressions and guessed what they wanted.

He immediately waved his hands and shook his head.

Your request cannot be met, after all, the quantity of the red date cake I make myself is limited.

If you share it with more people, each person will get a smaller portion.

Just one bite is enough.

Next to Wang Jianye's booth was the booth of Master Qian of Tianfu Food House and his apprentice Gao Qianjin.

They looked at Wang Jianye's booth which was packed with people, and then looked at their own booth where there were only a few people.

To say I'm not envious would be a lie.

But there is nothing we can do about it, as Wang Jianye’s cooking is so delicious that even foreigners can conquer him.

Due to limited funds, not many sea cucumbers were bought, and Wang Jianye only made about thirty or so scallion-fried sea cucumbers.

It looks like a lot, but this dish is not for just one table of people. Instead, it will be served at the expo so that many, many people can taste it.

Thirty or so sea cucumbers were definitely not enough to eat, so Wang Jianye divided the sea cucumbers into four small pieces before putting them in the pot.

This makes one hundred and twenty yuan for the scallion-fried sea cucumber.

Although the appearance is far less beautiful than the whole scallion-fried sea cucumber.

But the taste and texture are not bad at all.

Foreigners basically don't eat sea cucumbers, and the reason is the cooking method.

They have no way to make sea cucumbers particularly delicious.

If sea cucumbers are not cooked properly, they will have no taste.

Many of the foreigners who came to the expo had never been to China.

At this moment, many people saw scallion-fried sea cucumber for the first time.

Seeing that the dishes looked strange, many people didn't even dare to taste them.

But the bold ones will die of overeating, and the timid ones will die of greed.

There are always brave people who enjoy the world first and are the first to taste the scallion-fried sea cucumber.

The taste is fresh, soft and smooth, the onion segments are fragrant, and there is no residual juice after eating.

Wang Jianye’s scallion-fried sea cucumber is of legendary quality, and basically represents the pinnacle of this traditional Chinese dish.

Even many bigwigs in the country who have eaten delicacies from land and sea can be satisfied, not to mention this group of foreigners who have not eaten much Chinese food.

The foreigner who tasted the scallion-fried sea cucumber immediately gave Wang Jianye a thumbs up.

He spoke a lot of satisfied gibberish, but Wang Jianye couldn't understand what he said.

But looking at his expression, Wang Jianye knew that he really liked this dish.

"Thank you."

For the cold dish, Wang Jianye chose to make cold-mixed preserved eggs.

This delicacy has been passed down for hundreds of years in ancient China.

After generations of improvements, pickled preserved eggs have become more and more delicious.

The preserved eggs that Wang Jianye wanted to use were purchased domestically and brought here specially.

After all, it is impossible to have this kind of thing abroad.

Just as the apprentice Chen Xiaoyang steamed the preserved eggs he brought from China in a pot.

Crack and peel them one by one and put them on a plate.

Many foreigners frowned when they saw the look and smelled the smell.

"What is this?"

“What a strange taste.”

“Is this an egg?”

"Why are there strange patterns on it?"

“It looks like dark cuisine.”

"Will it be delicious?" (End of this chapter)