National Tide 1980.

Chapter 19

Looking at the thin and tender mutton that was cut into slices, it was lying on a clean blue-and-white porcelain plate with a bright red color and regularity.

Ning Weimin stared at it fiercely, holding it as if he hadn't seen or eaten mutton in a century.

At the moment, he only knew that the chopsticks in his hand went back and forth between the meat plate and the hot pot thousands of times.

Then gobble chew, swallow, and cycle again.

He didn't even bother to take a sip from the full wine cup.

Despite the fog lingering in the restaurant, it was airtight.

The smell of smoke, alcohol, meat, sweat, fire, steam... all mixed together.

Mixed into a very uncomfortable sweet taste.

Although the surrounding environment is extremely noisy.

Children cry, adults make trouble, drink and punch, and the chaos is like a vegetable market.

When people stay here, they can only eat at the table, and they can't talk to acquaintances without shouting.

But this restaurant's mutton soup completely conquered Ning Weimin.

In the dense steam and fire, the beauty that his taste buds and stomach felt, made all the defects of the surrounding environment nothing.

Yes, don't look at his snake-like virtue, which seems a little useless, but he can't blame him.

The first is that his stomach is too vegetarian and lacks meat.

It's true that his fortune has been prosperous recently, but the problem is that he doesn't dare to do whatever he wants with the money he earns.

The old man won't let him come first.

Not only is he afraid that he will be jealous in the eyes of the people around him, and he will make right and wrong, but also that he will not be able to hold his hands if he spends smoothly.

And he himself was equally reluctant.

Because as long as there are monkey tickets for sale at the post office, the money he earns has to be used for this purpose.

Then every time he spends money, he can't help but compare the value according to the "exchange rate" in his heart.

A single eight cents is equal to 150, a four-way combination of three cents is equal to 180, and a full-page [-] is equal to [-] million to [-] million...

How does this TM still spend money?

According to his feelings, eating breakfast would cost [-] meals. Of course, the flesh hurts so much that he feels too guilty.

Therefore, Ning Weimin has really never had a restaurant with the old man since the roast duck that cost ten yuan.

Although their daily eating and drinking did improve.

But the degree is that the coarse grain is changed to the refined grain, and it has caught up with the level of the neighbors.

If it wasn't for the double happiness of Mr. Kang this time, the two reached a consensus and felt that it was time to celebrate.

They won't be so extravagant.

Secondly, this "ethnic restaurant" currently located in the Dong'an market is not an ordinary restaurant.

The name is the name of the "movement" in those years.

And its real name is the famous "Shunfenglai".

Although Ning Weimin had eaten "Shunfenglai" mutton in Wangfujing many times in his previous life, he did not have a good impression.

He even thinks that this century-old store with the name of the old capital is purely a tourist attraction that is deliberately antiqued.

The service is terrible, the food is also unconventional, except for the high price, there is nothing to praise.

But because of this, he eats it differently.

First of all, this meat is different from the meat of the previous life.

The meat in front of me is really good, and it's all the essence of the little tail sheep that was nurtured by nature.

To put it bluntly, this sheep does not eat feed, but grows up on pasture, which is absolutely natural and green.

"Shangnao", "Big Sancha", "Small Sancha", "grinding crotch" and "cucumber strips" are cut by hand so that the shading of the blue and white plate can be seen through the meat slices.

There is no such thing as using machine-cut frozen meat and synthetic meat to fool people.

Secondly, the hot pot is really made of copper.

Not only hung in the tin, but also used silver charcoal.

It is not a matter of making do with brass stoves, alcohol stoves, and electric stoves.

This traditional way of mutton-boiled meat is powerful and hot, and it is naturally fragrant.

Really put down the chopsticks, the meat slices are cooked as soon as they are hot in the pot.

It is not boiled, it will be tender and fragrant.

Besides, the soup stock of this year will be nowhere to be found in the future.

Shabu-shabu is filled with scallion whites, dried shrimps and real Mongolian "mushrooms".

Maybe no one will believe it, but the taste is not only fresh.

Actually, the soup in the pot is getting clearer and clearer, and there is no blood foam, so you can drink it directly.

That's called complementing each other.

The candied garlic is also homemade, and it is only used for hospitality for three months.

Although it is marinated with real sugar, the appearance is not yellow.

White, tender and bright, crisp and sweet, it removes mutton and relieves greasy, and it is appetizing.

In short, the "ethnic restaurant" still has the legacy of the old days.

The obvious features of "fine selection of ingredients, fine processing, fresh soup, and strong firepower" have not been thrown away.

Finally, Kang Shude is a real eater who can mix special ingredients by himself, including sesame paste, Shaoxing rice wine, soy tofu, leek flower, chili oil, shrimp oil, and Donglaishun's special "sprinkling soy sauce" ", euphemistically called "Seven Treasures".

Ordinary chopsticks of mutton, as long as a little bit of the old man's seasoning, turned into another wonderful taste that contains infinite happiness.

That is "spicy, spicy, halogen, bad, fresh", which magically achieves the balance of five tastes.

Think about it, these conditions are all added together, can the taste of this mutton be sublimated?

It is more beautiful than any hot pot Ning Weimin has ever eaten.

To be honest, in Ning Weimin's heart.

What "Four Seasons", "Old Five", "Yaotai", "Fumanlou", "Nengrenju", "Jubaoyuan", "Xiabu Xiabu", "Haidilao"... all stay aside Well, it can't compare to the meal he ate.

He just wanted to shut up, but he couldn't control himself.

It's like the authentic "Judequan" roast duck that was tonic for apprenticeships in the last meal.

This is the second time he exclaimed from the heart that the time-honored brand is well-deserved.

It's a pity that the original taste is good, but I couldn't keep it, and it will become a routine to earn money by taking a brand...

"Weimin..."

Kang Shude didn't know what kind of emotion Ning Weimin felt in his heart. He only felt Coke when he looked at his apprentice.

"Today's braised mutton, isn't it delicious? These seasonings are the most complete here. Not anywhere else."

"Without brine shrimp oil and fish sauce, it can be considered as mutton stew? Let me tell you, if you eat mutton stew with such a wholehearted ingredient in your life, you can't be considered a native of Beijing."

"Hahaha. You have to remember it once you have eaten it. Next time you will adjust it yourself, otherwise you will not be a foodie, but a foodie."

Following the old man with a smile, he handed over the plate for the meat, and he was happier than eating it himself.

"However, you have to eat more when you are young. The older you are, the stronger your stomach will be. This is a blessing. Come on, I'll give you this plate, pour it all in..."

But now Ning Weimin was really embarrassed.

He didn't know whether to take it or not.

That's because he found out that almost all the four plates of meat that were served at the beginning of the fight went into his stomach.

Since I ate this meal, the old man didn't seem to have a few chopsticks.

Cleaned cabbage, frozen tofu and vermicelli.

The old man doesn't like meat?

That's a big joke!

In this way, with a kind of warmth that has never been felt.

Ning Weimin, who scrambled for food from others like a wild dog since he was a child, deeply felt the good taste of being cared for by the elderly.

Not to mention that people are people, the spirit of all things.

Although he had never experienced such a situation, he licked his lips and still understood what to do without a teacher.

He thanked him and took the plate, and immediately put all the mutton into the pot on the master's side.

Then there was an amazing move.

He stood up, carried his stool, and ran into the restaurant.

At this time, all he thought of was one word - eat!

As much as you love, you can give it up!

Today, even if I eat [-] million, I can't lose Master...

Just because of this, his rashness of gnashing his teeth and staring straight eyebrows also startled the people at the same table.

Especially the old man Kang, asked repeatedly.

"Why are you going? Weimin! Weimin!... Who are you attacking?"

Unexpectedly, when Ning Weimin turned around, the answer made people laugh and cry.

"I...I'll add a few more plates of meat. You haven't eaten yet. You sit down..."

"Hey...then...then why are you holding a stool? It looks like a fight..."

"I'm not afraid that I won't be able to find it when I come back later..."

Well, this sentence, the diners at the entire big table are happy.

At this time, a middle-aged worker sitting next to Kang Shude asked.

"Father, is this your son or grandson? Looking at him, he is quite sensible. Filial piety."

"No, it's not at all, you've gone wrong, this is my apprentice."

"Apprentice? That's even more difficult. There are a few young people today who still take Master seriously. It's just the gang of boys in our factory. Even if it’s good. You’re still lucky. Which factory are you from…”

Good guy, the more you talk, the more full of twists, where and where.

But the old man is still a green-skinned radish-he is beautiful.

(Note: The mushroom is a kind of white agaric wild mushroom that grows on the Mongolian grassland. It only grows in places with sheep bones or sheep dung, and it tastes very delicious. Because the Mongolian mushrooms were previously exported to ZJK City, HEB Province In the mainland, Zhangjiakou is the distribution center of Mongolian goods, so it is called "Mushroom". This kind of mushroom has a small output and a large demand, so it is expensive. It has always been the most expensive mushroom in the domestic market. Today, the real "Mushroom" Extinct, the term refers only to a species of white mushroom. Not the same as it used to be.)

(End of this chapter)