Chapter 19 Satisfying the Greed
Looking at the thin and tender mutton slices, bright red and lying neatly on the clean blue and white porcelain plate.
Ning Weimin stared at it fiercely, holding it between his hands, as if he had never seen or eaten hot-boiled mutton in a century.
At the moment, all he knows is that the chopsticks in his hand are going back and forth between the meat plate and the hot pot a thousand times.
Then chew it hungrily, swallow it, and repeat the cycle.
He didn't even bother to pick up the cup filled with wine and take a sip.
Although the restaurant is filled with fog and airtight.
The smell of smoke, wine, meat, sweat, fire, steam...all mixed together.
Mixed into a very uncomfortable sweet but not sour taste.
Although the surrounding environment is extremely noisy.
Children were crying, adults were making noises, drinking and punching, and it was as chaotic as a vegetable market.
When people stay here, they can only share a table to eat. They can't talk to acquaintances without shouting at the top of their lungs.
But the hot-boiled mutton in this restaurant still completely conquered Ning Weimin.
In the mist of steam and fire, the beauty his taste buds and stomach felt made all the flaws in the surrounding environment seem insignificant.
Yes, despite his snake-like virtues, he seems a bit hopeless, but I can’t blame him.
First of all, his belly is too vegetarian and lacks meat.
It is true that he has been very prosperous recently, but the problem is that he does not dare to eat whatever he wants with the money he earns.
The old man won’t let me go first.
I am afraid that I will be jealous in the eyes of others and live in disputes, and I am also afraid that I will not be able to hold my hand if the flower goes smoothly.
And he himself was equally reluctant to part with it.
Because as long as monkey tickets are sold in the post office, the money he earns will have to be used for this purpose.
So every time he spends money, he can't help but compare the value based on the "exchange rate" in his heart.
A single eight-cent piece is equal to twelve thousand, a four-cent coin is equal to fifty-five thousand, and a full page of six and four is equal to 1.5 million to 1.8 million...
How can you spend money on this?
Based on his feelings, eating breakfast would cost 20,000 yuan a meal. Of course, his flesh ached tightly and he felt so guilty.
So apart from that roast duck meal worth ten yuan, Ning Weimin really never went out to a restaurant with the old man again.
Although their daily eating and drinking has indeed improved.
But the level is just to change from coarse grain to fine grain, catching up with the level of neighbors.
Had it not been for Mr. Kang’s double happiness this time, the two of them had reached a consensus and felt that they should celebrate.
They won't be so extravagant.
Secondly, this "ethnic restaurant" currently located in Dong'an Market is no ordinary restaurant.
And its real name is the famous "Shunfenglai".
Although Ning Weimin had eaten "Shunfenglai" hotpot mutton many times in Wangfujing in his previous life, he never had a good impression.
He even thinks that this kind of century-old store with the old Beijing brand name is purely a tourist attraction that deliberately imitates the antique look.
Not to mention the service is terrible, the food is also conventional, there is nothing worthy of praise except the high price.
But because of this, he felt different when he ate it.
First of all, this meat is different from the meat from the previous life.
The meat in front of you is so good, it is all the essence of the small-tailed sheep bred by nature.
To put it bluntly, this sheep does not eat feed, but grows up eating grass. It is absolutely natural, green and environmentally friendly.
"Shangnao", "Big Sancha", "Little Sancha", "Mocrotch", "Cucumber Strips", cut by hand so that you can see the background of the blue and white plate through the meat slices.
There is absolutely no such thing as machine-cut frozen meat or synthetic meat to fool people.
Secondly, the hot pot is really made of copper.
Not only is it hung on a tin lining, but it is also made of silver charcoal to boost the fire.
It’s not just a matter of making do with brass stoves, alcohol stoves, or electric stoves.
This traditional way of mutton-shabu-shabu is very powerful and heats up quickly, so it will naturally be fragrant.
If you use your chopsticks, the meat slices will be cooked as soon as they are heated in the pot.
It never boils to make it tender and fragrant.
Besides, there is no place to find soup stock these days.
The mutton-shabu-shabu pot is filled with scallions, dried shrimps and real Mongolian "mushrooms".
Maybe no one would believe it, but it tastes more than just fresh.
Surprisingly, the soup in the pot becomes clearer the more you rinse it. There is no bloody foam and you can drink it directly.
This is called complementing each other.
The sugar and garlic are all homemade, and it takes three months to prepare the altar for entertaining guests.
Although it is marinated with real sugar, it does not turn yellow in appearance. White, tender and bright, crisp and sweet, it can remove tangy and relieve greasiness, promote body fluids and appetizer.
In short, the "ethnic restaurant" still retains the legacy of the past.
The obvious characteristics of "fine selection of ingredients, fine processing, fresh soup, and strong firepower" have not been thrown away.
Finally, Kang Shude is a real eater and can mix his own special ingredients, including sesame paste, Shaoxing rice wine, soybean curd, chive flowers, chili oil, shrimp oil, and Dong Laishun The special "Pulu Soy Sauce" is euphemistically called "Qibao".
An ordinary chopstick of mutton, with just a little of the old man’s condiments, turns into another wonderful taste that contains endless happiness.
It is "spicy, spicy, braised, bad and fresh", which miraculously achieves the balance of the five tastes.
Think about it, if all these conditions are added together, can the taste of this mutton soup be sublimated?
It’s really better than any hot pot meal Ning Weimin has ever had.
To be honest, it is in Ning Weimin’s heart.
What are "Four Seasons", "Laowu", "Yaotai", "Fumanlou", "Nengrenju", "Jubaoyuan", "Xiabuxiabu", "Haidilao"... Just stay aside, there is no way it can compare with the meal he had.
He just wants to stop talking, but he can't control himself.
Just like the authentic "Judequan" roast duck served for apprenticeship and tonic in the previous meal.
This is the second time he laments from the bottom of his heart that the time-honored brand deserves its reputation.
It’s a pity that the original flavor was not retained at all. In the future, it became a routine to make money with the brand...
"Wei Min..."
Kang Shude didn't know what kind of emotion Ning Weimin was feeling. Looking at his apprentice, he just felt happy.
"The mutton-shabu-shabu today is delicious, isn't it? Only here has the most complete seasonings. No other place can do it."
"Without braised shrimp oil or fish sauce, it still counts as mutton-shabu-shabu. ? Let me tell you, if you don’t eat mutton-shabu with such comprehensive ingredients once in your life, you won’t be considered a Beijing native.”Hahaha, you will remember it next time. Mix it yourself, otherwise you will not be a eater, but a foodie."
I followed the old man and passed the plate with the meat with a smile, feeling happier than eating it myself.
"However, you should eat more when you are young. The more you eat at your age, the stronger your stomach will be. This is a blessing. Come on, I will give you this plate, pour it all in..."
But now Ning Weimin felt a little embarrassed.
He didn’t know whether to accept it or not.
Because he just realized that almost all the four plates of meat that were served at the beginning went into his stomach.
Since eating this meal, the old man seems to have really not eaten enough meat with chopsticks.
Rinse the cabbage, frozen tofu and vermicelli.
Don't you like meat?
That’s a big joke!
Just like that, with a warmth that I have never felt before.
Ning Weimin, who has been fighting for food from others like a wild dog since he was a child, deeply feels the wonderful feeling of being cared for by the elders.
How about we say that humans are humans, the spirit of all things.
Although he had never experienced this kind of situation, he licked his lips and figured out what to do without a teacher.
He took the plate with thanks and poured all the mutton into the pot on the master's side in one go.
He then did an amazing move.
He stood up, picked up his stool, and ran into the restaurant.
At this time, there was only one word on his mind - eat!
No matter how much you love, just give it up!
Even if he earns 100 million yuan today, he can’t do anything wrong to Master...
Just because of this, his reckless energy of gritting his teeth and glaring his eyebrows can also make his deskmate People were startled.
Especially Old Man Kang kept asking in surprise.
"Why are you going? Weimin! Weimin!... Who are you trying to attack?"
Unexpectedly, Ning Weimin turned around and gave an answer that made people laugh and cry.
"I...I'll add a few more plates of meat. You haven't eaten yet. Sit down..."
"Hey...then...then you hold the stool What are you doing? It looks like you are about to fight..."
"I'm afraid I won't be able to find you when I come back later..."
Okay, this sentence, the whole big table The diners were delighted.
At this time, a middle-aged worker sitting next to Kang Shude asked.
"Old man, is this your son or grandson? Looking at him, he is quite sensible. He is filial."
"No, neither, you are mistaken, this is my apprentice. "
"Apprentice? It's even more difficult. How many young people today still take their master seriously? Just the gang of boys in our factory are so stubborn that they don't want to do anything behind their backs. It's okay if you treat your ancestors as enemies. You are lucky. Where did you come from..."
Good guy, the more you talk, the more you talk.
But the old man is still a green carrot - he is beautiful in his heart.
(Note: Trichosanthes is a white mushroom that grows on the grasslands of Mongolia. It only grows in places with sheep bones or sheep dung. It tastes extremely delicious. Since the Mongolian Trichosanthes native product has passed ZJK City in HEB Province is exported to the mainland. Zhangjiakou is the distribution center for Mongolian goods, so it is called "mouth mushroom". The output of this mushroom is small and the demand is large, so it is expensive. It has always been the most expensive mushroom in the domestic market. Nowadays, the real "mouth mushroom" has become extinct, and this word only refers to a type of white mushroom. It is no longer the same thing as in the past. >