"Steamed fish is the most light and original dish in Cantonese cuisine. To make this dish, you must retain the original flavor of the fish to the greatest extent, be light and tender, and not leave a fishy smell, so it is a test of the chef's skills."

"Try it yourself. Do you dare to say that the steamed fish you made is light and tender in meat?" Jiang Hao said as he handed the chopsticks in his hand to the chef.

The fat chef's face changed. He wanted to pick up the chopsticks but didn't dare to pick them up. He looked embarrassed. Suddenly, applause came from the side, and some guests applauded.

"I've really learned a lot. It turns out that there are so many ways to cook."

"It's interesting and interesting. The fat chef met an expert today, so let's admit it."

"Everyone said that 'Baiji' is good at craftsmanship, but it turns out that it won't work. I won't eat it here in the future."

After hearing the diners' words, the fat chef looked extremely ugly, and his eyes were full of bad intentions when he looked at Jiang Hao. Regardless of whether this guy came to make trouble or not, it also had a very bad impact on him today.

"Who are you?" the fat chef asked with a bad expression.

Jiang Hao said in a somewhat proud tone: "My name is Stephen Zhou."

People around me didn't know who Stephen Zhou was, but the fat boss's face changed, and he obviously knew who Stephen Zhou was.

Suddenly, someone next to him said, "Stephen Zhou, oh, I remembered that it was that God of Food."

When someone reminded me, the others immediately remembered it.

"God of Cookery, Stephen Zhou, I also remembered that it was Stephen Zhou, the bankrupt God of Cookery. The newspapers were full of his news in the past two days. Because of food problems, his restaurant chain was sealed by the Department of Health. His net worth was lost. Now he has become heavily in debt."

"The rich all went to such small restaurants for dinner. It seems that they are really down and out. They are so picky and they are worthy of being the God of Food."

"Hehe, it's the former God of Food."

"It's really pitiful that billionaires have now fallen into small street restaurants to show off their skills."

"I've been so down and out, and my mouth is so poisonous, so I'm not afraid of being beaten by the fat boss."

When people talked about Stephen Zhou, their tone was filled with ridicule and ridicule. He used to be a rich man and was arrogant, and it was not something these people could achieve. Now he is in a downturn, so there is definitely no sympathy. It is normal for people to mock him if he takes advantage of the situation.

The fat chef looked at Jiang Hao carefully. The name of the God of Food is a great name in the food industry. Of course, only the reputation is left.

Unexpectedly, this guy ran to his side, waved his spoon in his hand, pointed to the door and said, "What God of Food? I'm so mad. I never believe in your style. My 'Bai Ji' does not welcome you, please leave."

Jiang Hao was not angry, shrugged, with a little helplessness on his face, and turned around and walked out of the restaurant. When Zhen Xiaoqiu saw it, he hurriedly chased him out with his bag. The two walked to the street. Zhen Xiaoqiu said angrily: "Hmph, I dare to drive away the guests, and he will be exposed tomorrow."

Jiang Hao suddenly smiled and said, "Why do you have to eat someone else's meal in vain and expose him. Be kind."

Zhen Xiaoqiu was stunned and realized that they seemed to have not paid the bill, so the fat chef drove them out of the restaurant. They did have a vain meal.

She looked at Jiang Hao and said, "Hey, what you said made me famous, it's not that I really lied to me."

Jiang Hao said: "I just evaluated his food, how do you feel."

"I feel it doesn't feel anything, but it's quite interesting." Zhen Xiaoqiu said.

"Are the diners next to you also attracted?" Jiang Hao asked.

Zhen Xiaoqiu thought for a while and nodded, "Yes."

"So I have a good idea. If I make a food program, it will definitely become popular." Jiang Hao said.

Zhen Xiaoqiu was a little disappointed when she heard this, and said, "There are many food programs on TV stations, "Fangtai Kitchen", "Mom Chen teaches you how to cook". Only those grandma nurses can watch these programs. It is impossible to be popular. You can't come up with such an idea."

"Haha, don't worry, those programs used to teach people to cook, they were dull and uninnovative. What I meant was to start a food complaint program." Jiang Hao said with a smile.

"What does it mean to complain about food?" the female reporter asked in confusion.

"Simply put, I am the main one. After all, I am the former God of Eaters and I am still a little famous. The TV station followed me and ate all the major restaurants, then complained about those dishes, found faults, and fought with the chef. Do you think it would be interesting?" Jiang Hao said.

"You, I'm afraid you are only infamous left now." Zhen Xiaoqiu said.

"Haha, it's also a famous person. This will make people more topical and attract people to come in, watch, entertain, and topical. I can guarantee that this program will be popular. It depends on whether your TV station has the courage." Jiang Hao said with confidence.

Jiang Hao had his own ideas for this move. He was now penniless and wanted to complete the task, he had to have money, but it was impossible to get it for a while before, when the female reporter chased her, he suddenly thought of such an idea.

Borrow the power!

By opening such a program, he can take the opportunity to taste various delicacies and achieve his goal of completing his tasks.

Zhen Xiaoqiu fell into deep thought and opened a program of the poisonous food god, complaining about the dishes made in major restaurants and fighting with the chefs, but doing so would definitely offend those big hotels.

"Can this work?" Zhen Xiaoqiu hesitated.

"It will definitely be done. Then you will be a food host. When this show becomes popular, won't you become famous?" Jiang Hao was very tempted, like a little devil.

Zhen Xiaoqiu was moved. She worked in the TV station for two years and did not see any improvement. Her dream was far away, and maybe this was an opportunity.

"Okay, I will talk to my supervisor and see what my boss has to say." After Zhen Xiaoqiu said that, she turned around and was about to leave.

"Hey, beauty, what are you doing?" Jiang Hao called her.

Zhen Xiaoqiu turned to look at Jiang Hao, "Of course I'm back. I don't know if it's too late? Oh, by the way, I'll call me. If there is a result, I'll contact you."

Jiang Hao spread his hands and said, "I don't have a phone number now."

"How could there be no phone number?" the female reporter asked without believing it.

Jiang Hao put on a sad expression, "I am homeless now and I don't even have a place to live, so naturally I don't have a phone call."

It is 1996 now. Although there are mobile phones, it is a luxury item for high consumption. The God of Cookery in the past naturally had mobile phones. However, Stephen Zhou's current situation is definitely not affordable.

"Where is your mansion?" asked the female reporter.

"Closed."

Jiang Hao stretched out his hand, "So, can the beauty discuss something and borrow a few thousand dollars to spend it."
Chapter completed!