I, the first trainer of the new world

Chapter 1258 Question: What do Managi and Demiurge have in common?

Mao is a chef who learned from her father. She also has an older brother who is also a very famous chef. As the chef of Alola, her family is proud of their abilities.

Of course, they don’t think that food other than Alola’s is not delicious. On the contrary, they will learn from chefs from other regions and improve their cooking skills.

But that doesn't mean Mao can accept others belittling the Alola specialty food she has been eating since she was a child!

There was fire burning in Mao's eyes, and he was full of fighting spirit.

Qian Lin, sitting at the dining table, twitched his lips slightly and unconsciously moved to the side. "Just to try my favorite Sichuan cuisine in the hot summer, you were even willing to go back to the hotel with me at dinner time and leave behind a big pot of food at home."

"I've already called Dad, and he supports me!" Mao's eyes were filled with fighting spirit. "Teacher Qianlin, even if you're a teacher, you can't belittle Alola's food. Today I want to see what your Yanxia food is like! Dad also agrees!"

Qian Lin: "..."

I don't really understand you chefs.

"Also, I must correct you on one point." Qian Lin raised a finger. "Yanxia Sichuan cuisine... Because Yanxia has so much delicious food, each region has its own specialties. Sichuan cuisine can only represent a part of Yanxia, not the entire Yanxia cuisine."

After all, there are people who don’t like the stimulating taste of spicy and numb food, and the Rockets’ chefs can’t make Sichuan dishes that are not spicy and numb.

After all, they only learned about part of Sichuan's diet from the Guandu Alliance.

Omar nodded in understanding, his face full of righteousness as he said, "Just like in our world, each region has its own specialties. The cuisine of one region cannot represent the entire Pokémon world."

"Speaking of which..." Qianlin stroked his chin with curiosity. "Alola's specialty is a lethally sweet fruit salad. What are the specialties of other regions?"

By the way, can something like fruit salad really be called a specialty dish?

Mao's cheeks puffed up instantly when she heard Qianlin's words. She looked at Qianlin with dissatisfaction and explained in a mumbled voice, "The specialties of the Kanto region are sushi and rice balls. Hoenn has more seafood. Sinnoh prefers stews. Unova has more salads. Kalos prefers desserts. Galar doesn't have any special dishes. Finally, we have the fruits of our Alola trees. I'm not sure about Padia."

After she finished speaking, she puffed out her chest proudly and looked at Qian Lin confidently, as if she wanted to see a hint of shock in his eyes.

Then she saw Qian Lin's stunned face as she wished.

Why doesn't he look shocked?

"No, sushi? Rice balls? Salad? Dessert? Can this be called a specialty?" Qian Lin's eyes widened, and even his voice became distorted. "Isn't this a snack?"

Stewing and seafood sound serious, but are the previous ones serious?

Qianlin couldn't help but look up and think about it. After thinking about it carefully, it's not that there is no food similar to Yanxia in the Pokémon world, but they are indeed external versions and don't really suit his taste. It's just that he is not picky.

Apart from this, it seems like what Mao said, most of the time we eat things like rice bowls, fried noodles, boiled vegetables, fried meat, etc., basically the same old things, and the rest are various snacks.

Qianlin was shocked: "I always thought that Daigo, Zhulan, and Kaluni treated me to snacks because every time they treated me to a meal, there was an emergency, so they didn't have time to prepare a full meal. It turns out that those snacks were the full meal!"

Mao was stunned: "Snack?"

He was shocked, and she was even more shocked.

“You actually said our specialty is snacks!!!”

Mao's face flushed red and he looked at Qianlin in disbelief.

Qian Lin took a deep breath, his eyes filled with indescribable pity. "I suddenly remembered that your food comes from Neon next door. Even if you later combined it with delicacies from other places, it only stayed in Neon's cognition."

It's not just Japan. At least people in most countries on the earth don't know what the difference is between the food in hot summer and the food in other countries. Many people think that the so-called hot summer food is just a can of seasoning with more oil, salt, pepper and other seasonings, which does not have any taste of the food itself.

Therefore, the only difference between food in Yanxia and food in other countries is the seasoning. The so-called cooking methods are actually the same in all countries.

This includes Japan, which has basically no other cooking methods except boiling, grilling, steaming, frying, and sashimi.

Facing Mao's once again bewildered gaze, Qianlin reached out and patted her shoulder, his tone indescribably distressed: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have touched upon your sorrows. You guys have the foundation of being able to make entire recipes with just one pan and one oven. It's really unfair for me to compare you with Yanxia cuisine."

Mao: “…”

It’s not you…I don’t think you’re wrong.

Mao thought about it carefully. If she was given a frying pan and an oven, she could indeed make the entire recipe of her own... No!

Mao's eyes lit up: "And soup!"

Qian Lin: "..."

Placing his right hand on Mao's shoulder, he asked tentatively, "Excuse me, besides boiling the water and then adding the ingredients and seasoning, or cooking the ingredients first and then adding water, do you have any other ways to make soup?"

Mao fell into deep thought.

"Very good." Qianlin understood and patted Mao's shoulder again.

Now he understood why Milotic would rather be so hungry in Galar that he had to grab instant noodles than eat anything else.

I told you, even in the hot summer, when Milotic had its energy cubes deducted, it would still go to the cafeteria to find food when it was hungry, and not just eat instant noodles. Why does it value instant noodles more after coming to the Pokémon world?

Qianlin recalled his experience of going abroad...

Hahahaha, I lost ten pounds in more than half a month.

Just at this moment, Zhen Diao came out, the sound of her high heels was so crisp: "Master Qianlin, it's ready. Shall we start serving?"

"Just go ahead, why are you telling me?" Qianlin looked at Zhenniao in confusion.

"Okay." Manatori bowed slightly, turned around and looked behind him, and waved his right hand, "Serve the food."

Mao immediately came back to his senses.

Just when Qianlin was confused, two waiters came over with two huge plates with lids. While Qianlin was confused, they came behind him and Mao, placed the plates in front of them very respectfully, and then opened them elegantly.

In the middle of two plates that were twice as big as Qianlin's head, there was a piece of fish that even a sparrow could not eat enough. It was decorated with half a lemon-like fruit and a leaf of rosemary, and a spoonful of soup was stained next to the fish.

Qianlin smiled with relief.

"This one will cost at least 3800 if sold to Shang Hai people."

"So expensive!" Mao, who was already shocked, was even more shocked.

Two waiters stood quietly behind them. Zhenniao stood in front of the table, her brows full of satisfaction. "Ms. Mao, this is a dish from Sichuan and Sichuan in the hot summer. It's boiled fish fillet, using..."

"Wait a minute." Qianlin interrupted Zhenniao's scientific explanation and Mao's expectant eyes, and pointed at a small piece of fish on the plate and asked, "Is this boiled fish fillet?"

"Of course!" Manatori nodded without hesitation.

Qian Lin smiled, his words laced with gritted teeth. "Your plating is excellent! Originally, one fish, one dish, but now, after cooking this dish, you can put the fish back into the tank and continue to raise it. It's a genius idea... Tell me who taught you how to plate like this, and I want to have a chat with him about life."

As a Sichuanese, he couldn't tolerate it at all.

The sudden low pressure made Mao feel a little uneasy. He shrank his head and sat up straight.

Even Mao could sense Qianlin's low pressure, so how could Zhentori not feel it? She looked at Qianlin, who was full of majesty, with beads of sweat oozing from her forehead: "Qian, Qianlin-sama..."

Her voice was trembling, but she still managed a smile. "I just think that arranging the dish this way will allow people to focus more on the fish itself, and it will also allow Ms. Mao to appreciate the flavor of the dish better."

"You gave in." Qian Lin chuckled, crossed his hands and supported himself on the table, his whole body full of oppression, "Zhenniao, eat this fish meat."

The cold sweat on Zhenniao's forehead became more obvious.

Qianlin kept smiling, but his eyes were filled with indescribable seriousness: "Do you need me to say it again, Mantori?"

"No!" Zhentori answered almost subconsciously.

She didn't dare face Qian Lin's gaze, so she could only grit her teeth and pick up the chopsticks on the table. With trembling right hand, she picked up the fish in front of Qian Lin and put it into her mouth resignedly.

The fish is tender, boneless and tastes... tasteless!

How can it be tasteless!

Manatori opened his eyes and stared in disbelief at the huge, now empty plate, the broth so clearly visible inside.

"There is soup, but you can't taste anything, right?" Qianlin looked at Zhenniao with a flat tone.

Manatori froze in place.

Is she...meddling?

Qian Lin loosened his hands and gently tapped the plates on the table with his right hand: "Go and inform the kitchen and do what needs to be done. If there is any need for change, I will tell you instead of trying to be smart when you have no idea."

Manatori's breathing hitched.

When... you don't understand anything at all... you act smart...

"……Yes."

Zhenniao lowered his head tremblingly, the panic in his eyes had disappeared, and was filled with indescribable fanaticism.

Lord Qianlin is reminding me again.

Zhentori took a deep breath, her cheeks flushed. She looked at Qianlin with great passion, and stepped back respectfully with her waist bent.

Qianlin was stunned by what he saw.

Noticing the disappearance of the low pressure, Mao was also confused: "Sister Manatori, is there something wrong with her?"

Qianlin scratched his head: "I don't know."

Doesn't it mean that if she doesn't understand Yanxia cuisine, she shouldn't mess around? After all, who would boil fish and take the fish out as a separate dish?

But looking at Zhenniao like this... why does it feel like he suddenly received some strange signal? He didn't say anything that could be misunderstood, right?

Qianlin was puzzled.

He even forgot about sinking the real bird into the Huangpu River.