"Yun, Yan Zi, you know what? This is the third time I've changed my mind about Chinese cuisine."
Feng Xiaoyun found a place to eat. As soon as the dishes came, Wilson picked up the chopsticks skillfully and started eating as if he had never eaten in his life.
"Oh? The third time? Can you tell me more about it?" Yan Zi asked curiously.
"Of course!" Wilson ate up the tofu-like delicacy in front of him in just a few spoonfuls, closed his eyes and satisfiedly felt the ultimate enjoyment of his taste buds before he began to chatter about his experience of eating Chinese food.
"The first time was when Yun and I went to a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown," Wilson recalled. "It was my birthday that day, so I planned to treat my best friend to a Chinese meal."
"Before that, I had never eaten Chinese food. I had seen a documentary where the Chinese made a dish called red braised pork - which I later loved! But I saw that they actually added tree bark, leaves and some strange seeds into the recipe!"
"At that time, I thought this must be food made by the Chinese using witchcraft, so when I decided to invite Yun to Hua Restaurant, do you know how much courage I had?"
"As a result, the first bite of food I ate at the Chinese restaurant impressed me. Oh my god, I never knew there were such delicious foods in the world." Wilson pointed at Feng Xiaoyun with an indignant look and said to Yan Zi:
"But do you know what your dear husband said? He actually told me that this Chinese restaurant is not authentic at all. I remember that meal cost me 50 euros, but he told me that you can find a small restaurant in China and eat better Chinese food for only 10 euros."
“That was the first time my view of Chinese food changed!”
At this point, Wilson poured himself a small bowl of cabbage soup from the one in front of him. After taking a sip, his eyes widened. "Oh my God, this is cabbage soup? This is cabbage soup? Oh my God, what on earth was the cabbage I ate for the first twenty years of my life? Yun, this is cabbage, right?"
"Yes, it's cabbage. This dish is called boiled cabbage, and the one you just ate is called chicken tofu pudding. Both are very famous dishes in our country."
"Well, I really don't know what's going on with you Chinese people?" Wilson pointed to his head.
"When I came to China this time, I followed Yun's instructions and found a shop tucked away in a corner that had a lot of customers. Their main dish was a dish called 'steamed beef with rice flour'." Wilson said the last part of the phrase "steamed beef with rice flour" in Chinese, and it was quite standard.
"They were just small plates this big!" Wilson gestured with his hands. "One plate cost less than one euro. I ordered ten plates, and the rice was free. I ate a total of..."
Wilson counted on his fingers and said proudly, "I ate five bowls of rice in total. The beef was sprinkled with coriander and it was absolutely delicious. I could tell that their beef wasn't top-quality. It tasted much worse than top-quality steak, but that flavor..."
"Amazing!" Wilson gave a thumbs up and spoke in Chinese.
"Haha! Wilson, you are so humorous. Now I know why you and Feng Xiaoyun can become good friends." Yan Zi said with a smile.
It has to be said that birds of a feather flock together. Wilson and Feng Xiaoyun are both talkative people, and they get along very well, so they became good friends at Weiner.
"That was the second time my view of Chinese food changed. I finally understood what Feng Xiaoyun said about why the Chinese food we ate in Continental Chinatown was not authentic."
"This is the third time today!" Wilson swallowed unconsciously as he looked at the dark brown, shiny cube of meat in front of him. "Is this braised pork? It looks similar, but it's a little different from what I ate after arriving in China!"
"This is called Dongpo Pork Recipe. The ingredients are indeed similar to the braised pork, but the cooking method is a little different. Try it first!"
"Okay!" Wilson picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.
"Wow, my God, oh my God!" Wilson sighed again, "Yun, I can't go back. I don't think I can go back to Europe. I can't imagine what the meaning of my life is if I can't eat Chinese food."
Feng Xiaoyun and Yan Zi also ate some with him. They had to say that the Dongpo pork recipe was really good. It looked thin-skinned and tender, with a bright red color and a rich, juicy flavor. It was crispy and tender without falling apart, fragrant and glutinous without being greasy.
In addition to chicken tofu, Dongpo pork, and boiled cabbage, this meal also includes abalone sauce, crab meat, dried bean curd with chicken sauce, and stir-fried emerald shrimp.
Wilson praised every dish highly, as if a new world had been opened to him.
Of course, he could also tell from the grade of the restaurant that this must be considered a top-tier restaurant in China, so the taste of the dishes was indeed more than one level better than the small restaurants he usually found on the street.
He was also very happy to receive such hospitality from Feng Xiaoyun.
After eating and drinking, Wilson almost spread out his food on the chair.
"How's it going? Did you enjoy your meal?"
"Okay, that's great, Yun. I've decided. I'm going to live and work in China from now on. I really can't stand life without these delicious foods."
"Okay, that's not such an exaggeration!" Feng Xiaoyun poured a cup of tea for the three of them, then asked, "You haven't told me what you're doing in China this time!"
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