Brother Maza was originally obsessed with Erxian, but when he heard the words Chen Nian Huadiao, he suddenly became energetic.
"Hua Hua Hua Diao? Is this elbow made of gold and actually stewed with Hua Diao??"
Brother Maza is really heartbroken, right?
This is bright light!
This is an era of cataclysm that is almost equal to the end of the world!
The hell are you going to drink with me?
Are you talking about old Huadiao?
Your conscience must have been chewed by a dog, right~
The price of wine in Mingguang has always been at a prohibitive level. Take Pythagorean Alley as an example. The only people in the entire alley who can afford to take a few sips of weed seeds every now and then to mix up the bad wine are Uncle Hu and Sister Hu. .
But that's just bad wine. A small pot is almost three to four times the price of rice, let alone the likes of Qingquanshan.
Besides, the rice wine and beer brewed by Mingguang, although it does not belong to the Wen family, the factory is also firmly controlled by a few big and famous families. It is said that they still have to use white gloves to get it. A limited quota of food every year.
Well, let’s call it a monopoly, a monopoly created for the sake of food prices in Xiacheng District.
And Huadiao really isn’t just any rice wine that can be called Huadiao.
Judging from the current market situation, only archaeological examinations of the flower carvings in stock before the catastrophe are enough, and the rest are just nonsense.
The wine excavated by archaeologists also has another name, and that thing is also called an antique.
The second freshest ingredients are angoose mushrooms that grow in chestnut forests and geoduck clams that are more than a palm long. With a history and a story, the asking price for a bowl is only 5 circulation points according to Mingguang's market. !
And a pot of Huadiao wine that was handed down before the catastrophe?
Let’s not mention it. Isn’t it really bad to just let people sit back and be quietly exhibited in the museum?
Brother Maza looked at the golden and translucent elbows in the large bowl with a particularly distorted expression, and muttered,
"What are you talking about sugar-skinned elbows? I think we should just call them gold-skinned elbows."
The second shook his head and said,
"It's not something people like me should enjoy. Just thinking about it being stewed with Huadiao makes my heart hurt."
Lin Chou spread his hands,
"I won't take your money!"
"Excessive luxury can corrupt people. Do you want to corrupt me with your extravagance?"
This girl seemed quite normal and shy before, but now she's such a middle-class girl. Are you already aroused?
"Then why do you enjoy eating so much?"
"What you just said, you don't want to take my money."
Lin Chou shrugged and opened all the remaining tureens.
"Abalone, old duck stewed with kelp, ham and wild vegetable porridge, oh, and this, the main thing I'm selling today is dried bamboo shoots and fish head soup."
Lin Chou pushed the big bowl of abalone and old duck towards the opposite side with a look of disgust on his face.
"Taste them all."
Brother Maza let go now, and his chopsticks danced like an afterimage.
"Abalone, duck and kelp stewed. This is my mother's dish. No matter how you stew it, it's very fragrant."
"Wild vegetable porridge? Oh, it's made from dandelions."
"Damn it, why is this dried bamboo shoot and fish head soup so colorful? What's going on?"
Second, holding the soup bowl, there was a little golden sandy particle on the corner of his lips, and he licked it calmly.
"Crab roe?"
I rummaged through the large bowl with my chopsticks, and sure enough I saw half a crab that had been boiled red.
Lin Chou was filling a bowl of green wild vegetable porridge and slowly sipping it, when he suddenly slapped his forehead,
"Good guy, I forgot to bring the carrots and side dishes. It seems I have to ask Bao Er to bring them over later."
Then he said casually,
"As for miscellaneous crabs, there are hairy crabs, red crabs, and flower-covered crabs. Anyway, I use whatever is available in the mountain stream behind me. It's convenient and affordable."
In the large tureen is a pot of golden soup. The fish head is very large and the flesh is plump and thick, giving people an explosive fullness. A fish head is connected to a fish body that is half a palm long. The fish meat is delicate, white and tender, and is covered with golden soup. It looked especially gorgeous afterwards.
The dried bamboo shoots in the soup have returned to a fresh yellow-green color, but are no more than the thickness of a little finger, like pen holders.
The crabs are cut in half, sealed with flour, and fried until they are half cooked before being added in. In addition to making the soup a golden color like quicksand, the deliciousness is simply off the charts.
Brother Maza raised his thumbs up,
"Absolutely awesome!"
Lin Chou smiled and said,
"If my father has a temper and insists on adding some white fungus and fungus, hey, but I won't. That thing is not to my liking."
Chefs are very confident creatures and usually believe in their own intuition about the combination of food ingredients. This intuition often leads them to not even listen to their own father's opinions.
Except when the biological father has objects such as spoons, pans, and rolling pins in his hands.
The second eye moved very smartly, "Pucai, why don't you try Pucai?"
"Smart!" Lin Chou said, "But that thing is too difficult to peel. A two-meter-long cabbage has a core the size of a finger. How much do I have to peel before it can be used?"
The second curled his lips and said,
"Hey, think of the good in everything. You haven't opened yet, maybe you can't even sell one copy?"
Lin Chou snorted.
Then I heard someone stepping onto the rostrum, and there was a lot of movement.
There is a family of three, the boy is handsome, the girl is beautiful, and the remaining one is a fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old girl with big eyes and big eyes.
"Can you please sit down?" The male host looked at Su Yourong and the big-breasted sister who were enjoying their meal and asked uneasily, as if he was afraid of disturbing them.
The big-breasted sister held a big bowl and said in a muffled voice,
"sit!"
The man shivered at first, then sat down happily.
"We'll just sit here and wait. You can eat first."
He turned around and whispered to his wife and daughter,
"Did you see it? It's really them. It's true. I saw it from so far away. I won't admit it. Hehehehe."
The second person in the audience widened his eyes in surprise. Is this family here to eat or to be angry?
Lin Chou rushed up to the stage, turned around and faced the second person,
"It's too crowded down there, so come up. The air above is actually very good."
After saying this, he picked up the book and concentrated on ordering food for the family of three.
Brother Maza didn’t even eat any food.
"What are you doing standing there in a daze?"
"Second girl, let me tell you, you are extremely lucky."
"Move things, move things. Brothers waiting behind you, don't be stunned. Help the second girl carry things to the podium!"
A group of people responded cheerily,
"Okay~"
Brother Maza took the lead, using the body of a low-level evolutionist to pick up one of the cast-iron cauldrons and jump onto the podium with a bright smile on his face,
"Second girl, do you think where is the best place to place this pot?"
The second time he opened his mouth,
"Uh, whatever."
