Collectors in Food Captives

Chapter 412 Fat Represents Life

"This cuisine is very average."

Faced with Mo Lao's evaluation, Zhang Wei didn't care, just smiled and said: "Don't take your own preferences and impose them on others, the best is the one that suits you."

Old Mo frowned.

After a long silence, he said, "I think that no matter who you cook for, you should put your heart and soul into it, and you shouldn't ignore your requirements just because you don't have money for meals."

"Although the ingredients of this dish are luxurious, the level of cooking...with all due respect, it can only be regarded as an average level, and you have not played [-]% of your supposed strength."

It can be seen that Mo Lao is very dissatisfied with this vegetable bun.

"No, no, I've never been serious about cooking. I have put a lot of effort into this dish. By the way, it has its own name - Xuanhu."

That's right.This fiber clay pot is like a large kettle.

Old Mo's frown deepened: "Is that the wrong seasoning? Hand slippery? Employees do it for you?"

"neither!"

Mo Lao snorted angrily: "With all due respect, this dish is an unimaginable failure. It is too oily and watery, giving people a very greasy feeling. If you don't remake it, you also use a strong taste to cover it up, so that the dish is too heavy. It becomes salty and oily, it's a failure!"

Mo Lao continued: "If I'm not mistaken, the rice was lightly fried in oil after steaming, right?"

Zhang Wei nodded.

Mo Lao said again: "All the side dishes are pre-processed, and the seasonings are added normally, right?"

Zhang Wei nodded again.

"Also, the marinade in the soup also has salt, and it has penetrated a lot. In the process of frying rice, in addition to adding new fat, a lot of soy sauce and sugar were also added..."

"As expected of Mr. Mo, even a chef can say that he's pretty much the same."

Mo Lao said angrily: "But if you do this, you have put salt and oil three times at least, and the taste has been distorted! Also, the side dishes are full of oily meat with extremely high fat content. , and the chicken essence, monosodium glutamate, and spices are not included, so how can this taste delicious!"

Zhang Wei didn't refute Mr. Mo, but pointed to a group of refugees and said, "But they are my diners, and it's up to them to decide whether to eat or not."

As he said that, Zhang Wei shouted with all his strength: "Fried rice is delicious!"

"good to eat!"

"It's so delicious!"

"I've never eaten such delicious food, satisfy my hunger!"

"Woooooo...cough...cough..."

Although the response was messy, the praise of tens of thousands of people still made the atmosphere here warm.

"Old Mo, what do you think?"

The latter shook his head: "For so long, I found that I still can't see through you. Maybe it's not a wise choice to train you. What doesn't taste good for this group of hungry victims? It can't prove anything at all."

"And use imperfect dishes to deal with diners, this is not what a chef should do, this is... a kind of arrogance! Prejudice! And unreasonable!"

I have never seen Mo Lao get so angry.

It seems that Zhang Wei is really disappointed.

Zhang Wei sighed and said, "That's not the case. In fact, arrogance and unreasonableness are far from being considered, but you have the slightest prejudice... You can't say prejudice, but take it for granted. Can you really empathize with refugees?"

"Old Mo, how long has it been since you experienced the feeling of being hungry and dying?"

"This……"

Mo Lao was taken aback for a moment, it seemed that it had been a long time.

A swinger from a wealthy family, a third-rate poet with a super talent, wandering around the world in search of poetry and food, recording various places with brushes and articles...

It seems that there has never been a near-death hunger. Since becoming the guardian of the human world, there is a supply from the Human Supreme Gastronomy Association, and there is no need to worry about running around for food.

Zhang Weidao: "So, do you really understand what is most needed by these disaster victims?"

"This……"

Zhang Wei pointed to the fried rice and said: "Of all the ingredients, only fat has the greatest energy. One part of fat is equivalent to two parts of protein or sugar. From the perspective of raw materials, there is nothing more suitable for a body that is deficient than fat."

These victims have to travel a long distance every day, and there is always a large calorie gap. What they need most now is energy!

Others are false.

Only by storing enough energy can they support them to complete the rest of the way!

"Then... such a thick fat is not good for your body, right?"

"If you lose your life, why should you pay attention to your health?"

Zhang Wei pointed to the brown sugar and said: "The human body will feel greasy when it consumes too much fat to prevent it, but when the fat intake is combined with sugar, it can break through this limit! Store energy to the maximum!"

For example, donuts, cream cakes, etc. are all sweet oils, and excessive intake can easily cause obesity.

And all Zhang Wei's seasonings and stews are formulated to break this restriction!

Meat oil and rice, one represents fat and the other represents sugar, the ratio has reached a perfect one-to-one ratio, eating as much as possible!

That's it!

There is such a saying!
Faced with Zhang Wei's explanation, Mr. Mo didn't know what to say for a while.

Although he knew that Zhang Wei was right, Mr. Mo just couldn't let go of this old face...

"Ahem...well...speaking of it...ahem...this dish is still a bit salty."

"The combination of sugar and salt is fresh, and salt can also relieve greasy, which can greatly enhance the flavor."

"In addition, these coastal residents have a relatively high salt intake, and their bodies urgently need to replenish salt after such a long time. If there is a lack of salt, they will have a serious sense of fatigue and are more likely to get tired."

Old Mo...

You kid can't talk less!
I know you are right!

More and more disaster victims gathered, and the green rice balls were overwhelming, but with Zhang Wei's unique design, everyone had a big appetite and ate far more delicious food than they could eat.

"How many servings did you prepare?"

The vegetable bag is about the size of a basketball, and despite the layers of packaging, there are about three catties of fried rice and one catty of meat inside.

On weekdays, these foods are enough to last a whole day, but now, every disaster victim can't wait to become a glutton.

One person can eat two!
Zhang Weidao: "My hanging pot has a capacity of 300 million cubic meters and contains 800 million vegetable balls!"

This amount can at least relieve more than 400 million victims.

However, there are also quite a few big-bellied men among the victims, and it is not a problem to kill dozens of catties of food in one meal.

Under Mo Lao's command, the satiated crowd took a rest and prepared to set off with a few meatballs. Zhang Wei set up three more drink supply stations at the forefront of the team.

The cheapest bottle is filled with thick green vegetable juice, which is hard to drink at first sight.

But after eating such a greasy thing, everyone could only drink it down and take some of it away.

Ok?
It was unexpectedly delicious!
(End of this chapter)