Shanhai Hot Pot Restaurant

Food has no borders. It sounds reasonable at first glance, but even if you don’t go abroad, people in different regions of a country have different tastes. For example, it is normal to eat Houttuynia cordata in Sichuan and Guizhou. I think Houttuynia cordata has a strange smell The fragrance is so delicious, but people from another province or city may not be able to eat it in the past.

Some provinces prefer light, some prefer sweet, and some prefer spicy and spicy. People are more inclined to accept the taste they have been used to since childhood.

Ming Qian himself doesn't like sweet dishes very much. He can eat them, but he definitely doesn't like them. Even sweet dishes made by famous chefs are probably just average in his mouth.

So when Ming Qian learned that a foreign food show wanted to come, he refused in his heart.

When a group of people were having a discussion, Ming Qian picked up a chopstick and said: "If they are not used to it and think it is not delicious, then our signboard will be smashed in half."

"They're human too." Yao said naively, "Human tongues are similar, right?"

Chen Yan disagreed with Yao's words: "That's still a personal preference. What if they don't like spicy food and don't like soup?"

"I heard that cream is added to foreign soups." Chen Yan wrinkled his nose, "I just can't drink it."

"I don't like steak either." Sui Ru echoed, "No matter how good a steak is, I don't like it. It's better to stew beef brisket."

"The steak is delicious." Yao pulled to the other side.

Yiyi raised her phone: "Give me money?"

Ming Qian thought of that email: "They said they wanted to give money, but they didn't know how much. The email said they wanted to talk to me."

The email was all in English, and there was also a Chinese translation, but I don’t know where to find the translation. The Chinese grammar was all wrong. Fortunately, although his spoken English is not good, he can still understand English.

Sui Ru: "Let them come if we can get along well. Even if they say it's unpalatable, it will be broadcast abroad, and it won't be seen in China."

Chen Yan was more stable: "What if there is a move in the country?"

Sui Ru curled her lips: "What's the matter with the transportation? We can't blame foreigners if they can't eat hot pot."

After hearing what they said, Ming Qian thought carefully for a few seconds before answering: "Then I'll talk to them about how much to pay, and I don't know if it will delay our opening of the store if we shoot the show. I went to see that one last night." For the show, it seems that when the show crew went there, there was no one in those shops, I don’t know if it was arranged or it was true that no one went to eat.”

However, Ming Qian still prefers to be arranged by the store.

But his small shop is completely different from the high-end restaurants in the show with a high-end atmosphere, no matter how you shoot it, you can't get a high-end look.

"And I don't know how to describe it." Ming Qian sighed. He has nothing to do with the word "chef". After the chef cooks, he will explain it after his death. What people talk about is what combination can stimulate the ingredients. The deeper taste, what cooking method will make the ingredients more delicious.

At most, he added a bunch of spices to the bottom of the pot, pointed to the pot and said, "Just put the spices in."

He can't explain the reason for making soup - it's taught on the Internet.

It's not convincing, and it can't fool people at all.

It can't even make people feel "unclear".

"I'll talk to them." Ming Qian bowed his head to eat.

Ming Qian has been in contact with the program group for the past few days, and there is a time difference between the two sides, so Ming Qian basically chats with them in the morning and evening.

Ming Qian had to translate some sentences that he couldn't understand. Fortunately, the other party didn't use native slang, otherwise it would be more difficult for him to translate.

Anyway, Mingqian himself never expected that his English would be useful to this day.

The program team was more sincere than Ming Qian thought. Ming Qian was shocked by the price given by the other party when he chatted privately with the other party. The shooting cycle is one week. The program team needs to take up scenes in the city, and it also needs to occupy space in the store——The program team shoots There are no customers in the store at the time, but the operating compensation is very high.

So high that Mingqian couldn't say no.

"So much." Before going to sleep, Ming Qian touched You Jun's shoulder with his elbow, and mysteriously pressed out a number with the calculator on his mobile phone.

You Jun is no longer that fox who doesn’t eat fireworks in the world. He collects money and settles the bill every day. He knows the daily turnover and net profit of the store. Naturally, he knows that the money is not small money. If it depends on the profit of the store, it will take at least half a year. earn back.

And this is just the money given by the program team for one week of filming.

Ming Qian didn't know if other stores also charged so much money, but he couldn't refuse when he saw this figure.

After receiving this money, he can start a shop again!

He has been greedy for the fast food restaurant upstairs for a long time.

The owner of the fast food restaurant added WeChat to Ming Qian, and Ming Qian had been insinuating several times, and the boss recently showed signs of letting go.

But if the boss is really willing to close the store and rent it to him, the price will definitely be considerable.

Now everyone knows that his business is good, and it is difficult for him to negotiate the price.

After all, although the world cannot see his account book, it can see his traffic, and no one will believe that he is poor.

"Promise." You Jun put down the phone, "I'll solve it if anything happens."

Ming Qian asked vigilantly: "How to solve it?"

Youjun frowned: "Anyway, I won't kill people."

Ming Qian breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good..." What the hell!

"If it's not like this, it won't be broadcast in China anyway. It doesn't matter if it doesn't taste good. I've earned money anyway."

"And as long as customers like to eat, it should not affect our business much. At most, foreign friends or customers from other places will not come."

Thinking about it this way, it's okay to get a bad review from the show crew?

Did he think too much before?

Regardless of what foreigners say, it's not a foreigner's business anyway.

In the early morning of the next day, Ming Qian replied to the other party's message, and the contract will be signed face to face when they come over, but the shooting time is not confirmed yet, a part of the money will be given before the shooting, and another sum of money will be given after the shooting. Mingqian can't refuse where Mingqian's cooperation is needed.

They said honestly that if the filming cannot be completed within a week, they will not be paid for overtime, unless the construction period exceeds two weeks.

This program group has its own official twitter, and as soon as it was confirmed with Ming Qian, it announced the program group's schedule for the first episode of the next season on Twitter.

"Go here."

The accompanying picture is the landmark building of Mingqian's city.

"Where is this? I have no memory."

"Is it Asia?"

"The architectural style is Asian, right? I remember sushi and Chinese food have been filmed, Korean?"

"Is there anything delicious in Korea? I only remember Korean barbecue. I can't tell the difference from Japanese barbecue."

"I think I can still go to China. I want to see Mapo Tofu."

“Ma Po Tofu is the best!”

"I like dumplings, and I think we can release a separate issue of dumplings."

……

"I found it, and it's China, x province x city in China."

"It really is Chinese food! I love Chinese food!"

"It would be great if I could make fish-flavored pork shreds. The recipe I checked on the Internet is not right. I can't make fish-flavored pork shreds by myself."

"Don't you guys think there are enough shots of Chinese food? I want to see more novel food."

"That's right, the hits in the last season of Gourmet World are no longer very good. There are no new ideas in the filming, and it all depends on the guests to act."

"That's right, I saw that Italian restaurant last season, and I went there to eat it. I don't think the taste is any different from the Italian restaurant at my house."

"The same goes for pizza, it still tastes like ordinary pizza."

"If I don't shoot something interesting, I won't be chasing after it."

"I used to watch it before going to bed, but now I watch it once a week."

People in the program group were also watching the comments on the Internet. Director Ansen touched his forehead with a big hand like a cattail fan, and said helplessly: "This is already the sixth season, where can I find more novel food? All the delicacies of the tribe have been photographed!"

Planning was also a headache, so he showed the tablet to Anson: "Which one do you want to go to first?"

They talked about several stores, but they haven't decided on which store to film first, nor which store will be the first issue of the sixth season.

The first issue is particularly important, and it serves as a link between the past and the future. Whether the filming is good or not has a great impact on clicks and ratings.

"Why is there a hot pot restaurant?" An Sen frowned, and he said with an uneasy expression, "We have always photographed traditional food."

The planner shrugged: "The hot pot has been around for many years, right? And now we have opened several hot pot restaurants here, and the business is pretty good."

Anson curled his lips: "The people who go to eat are all Asians. Hot pot is a bunch of spices cooked together. All dishes have the same taste. Is the standard of food already so low?"

"You are biased." The planner has cooperated with Ansen for too long, and the two are very close. He argues, "Now the Internet says that we have no new ideas. We are not the only ones who have done those traditional delicacies. With so many shows, how can we stand out? Siege?"

"And I saw this hot pot restaurant on Twitter. It has a good reputation. Many people who don't like hot pot say that it has changed their impression of hot pot. You can't use your prejudice to deny a food."

"If you insist on saying that, Japanese sushi was originally food eaten by fishermen. It was just for the convenience of carrying, and it was placed on top of rice. Doesn't it mean that sushi can't be considered a delicacy in your eyes?" the planner said contemptuously, " Any kind of food, as long as it tastes good, is gourmet.”

Anson tilted his head, he was always unable to quarrel with planning, but this did not mean that he was willing to bow his head and admit that the other party was right, he said stubbornly: "Unless you can come up with more reasons to convince me, otherwise I will never go to .”

"I'm not like some people who can compromise for clicks and ratings."

The planner said impatiently: "Okay, noble director, since I can't convince you, then I will take someone to shoot myself."

Anson: "...do you remember that you are the planner?!"

Planning: "We are a professional graduate, have you forgotten?!"

The two looked at each other out of breath, and both felt that there was something wrong with the other's brain.

The screenwriter persuaded from the side: "Okay, don't quarrel, we can't judge without eating, anyway, the filming hasn't started yet, we can go and have a look first, if the taste is really good, we can sign the contract, is the contract right?" Haven't signed yet?"

The planning expression was even uglier: "But I have already promised to sign the contract."

Anson lost his voice: "How can you decide by yourself?!"

Seeing that they were about to quarrel again, the screenwriter quickly called another person to help pull them apart.

"Okay, okay, since we have told the other party, let's take a trip. Even if the hot pot restaurant fails, you can definitely find other restaurants in the local area. There are not many other restaurants in China. There must be many Chinese restaurants. At worst, we will take another shot. It's lunch."

"Stop arguing, it's all for the show, for the show."

The planner pushed away the person who was holding him, and straightened his collar and hem. He was out of breath, his cheeks were a little red, and he didn't know whether it was heat or anger. He said unceremoniously to Anson: "If you don't Stick to your set of ideas and just wait for this show to be cut!"

"Six seasons have aired, so it's a long life!"

"You!" Anson rushed in the direction of planning.

Several people managed to hold him back: "Joe, stop talking."

"Anson is under enough pressure."

The new season lacked two sponsors, and the funds were sufficient for the previous seasons. Wouldn't Joe be stabbing Anson if he said that again?

In the end, Anson didn't hold back Joe, and booked a ticket to X City.

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It was raining on the day the program team arrived, and it was raining continuously. Pedestrians on the road still put on their coats. Some people sneezed and ran through the rain. There were people selling umbrellas on the side of the road yelling ten yuan a piece. They came out of the airport Not long after it rained, Anson shivered as soon as he stepped out of the airport.

This time they came with a translator, and the translator was Chinese.

It didn't take long for the translator to call a car, which would take them to the hotel first, and after putting away their things, they were going straight to the hot pot restaurant.

Eat a meal first, if it tastes good, you can talk about the contract, if it tastes bad, pretend nothing happened.

As for the agreement between Qiao and Ming Qian, it was also rejected, and An Sen was the one who had the most say.

This is not the first time the program team has come to China. They have been to Sichuan in the first season, Guangzhou in the third season, Shanghai in the fifth season, and Beijing in the sixth season. China is connected.

They went to the hotel to put down their luggage and looked at the time again. It is now 03:30 in the afternoon, and the meal on the plane has almost been digested.

Normally, they would definitely eat something casually at the hotel, but today is different, even if they are cold and hungry, they still have to take a taxi to the hot pot restaurant.

After another ten minutes of driving, they finally arrived at the entrance of Shanhai Hot Pot Restaurant.

The whole group was stunned.

This kind of place...can really have delicious food?

Narrow and cramped streets, upturned floor tiles on the sidewalk, a row of small and pitiful stores, looking up, the buildings along the street are also dilapidated, like decades-old buildings.

Although there are many streets like this in their own country, there will never be high-end restaurants opening their stores in such places.

Even if it is opened in this kind of place, it should have exquisite decoration and a door that makes people know that it is expensive at a glance.

They followed the interpreter in silence.

I hope to see a high-end hot pot restaurant that is out of step with this street.

"Here we are." The translator turned off the navigation and stood still at the entrance of the hotpot restaurant.

The people behind him still don't want to accept the reality: "Are you sure?"

"Have you not been back to China for a long time? Do you really know the way?"

"Did you make a mistake when you took a taxi?"

"Can you check the address again?"

The translator said patiently: "This is the place. I checked it on the Internet yesterday, and the environment is like this."

"God!" Someone wailed in despair.

Anson looked at Joe angrily, but Joe did not show timidity, but said very calmly: "Is it possible that only high-end restaurants can make delicious food? Can only a chef wearing a chef's hat cook delicious food? This kind of street Doesn’t it prove that the side shop is unique if it can be recognized?”

Anson sneered: "No matter what you see, you can think of an explanation, say that I am stubborn, and you are more stubborn than me."

Chen Yan saw this group of foreigners standing at the door. He knew that people from a foreign program group were coming over recently, but there were too many foreigners coming to eat hot pot in groups these days, especially since he couldn't tell the difference. With their foreign looks and the fact that these people don't have any equipment, it is taken for granted that they are ordinary guests.

"Are you here to eat hot pot?" Chen Yan asked standing at the door. He was like a small Maitreya Buddha, and he could make people forget their sorrows when he smiled. Although his English still had an accent, it was already very natural.

It was only two days before Ming Qian knew that Chen Yan could speak English!

And better than he said.

Chen Yan is simply synonymous with versatility. In comparison, Ming Qian feels that he has cultivated too few hobbies.

As of today, Ming Qian's only remaining hobby is making money.

There is only one dream left - to get rich.

The translator glanced at Anson.

Anson said helplessly, "Go in."

The translator said to Chen Yan, "Yes, is there a private room?"

Of course there was a private room at this time, Chen Yan led them inside.

Ming Qian was sitting next to You Jun and playing with his mobile phone, when he saw a guest coming in, he stood up.

These guests introduced by Ian will definitely order candied apples and pumpkin pie, and he has to go to the kitchen to make them.

Anson and the others were taken to the largest private room, which was said to be the largest private room, but there was only a large table and a cabinet with a kettle on it. The decoration was very ordinary, and there were murals in the hall. It's gone, only a decorative painting that can be seen at a glance.

In this environment, it is really difficult for people to associate this store with the admirable food.

You can use the menu to order, or you can use the QR code. After the translator scans the QR code, you can order for this group of people who can't speak Chinese.

Chen Yan recommended: "When foreigners come to our store, shredded apples and pumpkin pie are must-orders. There are also cold dishes and seasonings in the self-service area outside, and white fungus soup can also be ordered for free."

The translator smiled at Chen Yan: "Okay, thank you."

They ordered every dish in the store. After all, they wanted to taste the taste, and they had a sufficient budget, not to finish it at all.

Ming Qian also saw what they ordered at the front desk. There were only a dozen of them, yet they ordered so many.

"I'll ask them if they made a mistake." Ming Qian said something to You Jun, and then walked to the private room.

When he opened the door, he saw the group of people drinking tea one cup after another.

He thought foreigners didn't like tea.

"Hi, may I ask if you have ordered every dish?" Ming Qian asked, "The dishes in our store are all very generous, and you may not be able to finish them all."

Anson recognized Mingqian as the owner of this store. After coming to China a few times, he found that he could tell the faces of Asians clearly.

"We know how much we ordered, so let's serve it up," Joe replied.

As long as the guest made no mistake, Ming Qian nodded and said, "If it's too wasteful, we won't be able to welcome you in next time."

Although it is small profits but quick turnover, Ming Qian still dislikes people who waste too much. Wasted vegetables cannot be recycled, and it is a pity that he can't give them to his employees and throw them away.

So every time Mingqian sees a lot of customers ordering, he will remind him.

He can't drive people out of the store, and he can't refuse to serve food to others if he spends money, so he can only use this method.

Ming Qian brought the pot to the table, as usual, let them have a taste of the soup first.

Originally, Ming Qian thought that they would only drink and not drink soup like other foreigners who came to eat, but they really went to get bowls and drink soup.

Anson didn't like green onions or coriander. He just took an empty bowl and used a spoon to scoop a spoonful from the boiled clear soup pot into the bowl. This spoonful was probably only enough for two sips.

But after all, it's just a taste, and it's not good if it's filled too much.

The soup was not milky white, but slightly white. Ansen smelled it first, and the hot air that hit his face carried a strong fragrance.

It wasn't the smell from the accumulation of spices and condiments. Anson closed his eyes and sniffed carefully again.

Bones were used, more than one animal, and meat, but he couldn't smell any more.

After he smelled it, the soup had cooled down a lot and was no longer hot.

Anson took a sip lightly.

The delicious soup flavor exploded on the tip of his tongue, and he looked in surprise at the ordinary-looking bowl of soup in his hand.

His tastebuds were overwhelmed with excitement when they touched the soup.

Ansen took another sip, and he felt a different taste. If the first sip was just fresh, then the second sip would be fragrant. The fragrance should make people drown in it. There are no extra seasonings to overwhelm the guests. The most outstanding thing is the quality of the ingredients. The true.

He carefully pondered the taste of it, and filled another bowl of soup.

After finishing the second bowl of soup, Anson finally had time to observe the reactions of the others.

Almost everyone is immersed in the delicious soup, and someone has already started to serve the third bowl.

The clear soup in the pot is almost bottomed out.

The translator can only go to the door to ask the waiter to add soup.

An Sen watched as the waiter brought over a large soup pot and poured it directly. The soup in the soup pot was also pale white.

Anson asked: "What is this soup made of? Pork bones? Is there any beef?"

Chen Yan: "I don't know, the boss cooks the soup in the store."

Anson: "Then you call the boss."

Chen Yan blinked, thinking he heard it wrong, but Anson thought he didn't hear clearly, so he said it again.

Leaving the private room, Chen Yan curled his lips. He walked into the back kitchen and said to Ming Qian: "Boss, a foreigner asked you to come over and wanted to ask you what kind of soup you use. These foreigners don't know why they are here. After ordering all the dishes, they have to get to the bottom of it, I suspect they want to go back to China and open a copycat restaurant.”

Chen Yan became worried when he thought of this: "Boss, there are already many counterfeit shops in the city."

Ming Qian knew it too, but he couldn't help it.

Listen to the name of the counterfeit store, there is no way to sue.

“Shan Hei Hot Pot Restaurant.”

“Shan Hai Jing Hot Pot Restaurant”

“Shanthai Hot Pot Restaurant.”

"Shanhai Cauldron Restaurant."

Recently, some people feel dissatisfied after eating at the counterfeit restaurant, and even scolded them on the Internet for the original restaurant.

It's not easy to refute rumors.

Ming Qian sighed: "What can I do? This is the price of Hong. I hope they can change the name of the store when they return to China."

Otherwise, what if diners from abroad come to scold him?

He was wronged.