Girlfriend's Fortune

Chapter 528 Chapter 520 Seventh: Visiting the Night Market

Jingweizhai is not like Songshan Inn. When the dishes are served, they will first serve some peanuts for guests to pass the time.

What Xiao Er brought in was only a pot of hot tea.

The tea is more fragrant than that of Songshan Inn.

But Song Qiu didn't like the taste of tea very much, so he took two sips to moisten his mouth, then put it aside, chatting with Lihua and waiting for the dishes.

It's rare to get together, have dinner later, and go shopping in the night market.

Although Panshi Town is just a town, it is also a big town. The population and prosperity are much better than that of a lower county. Naturally, there is also a night market.

The window of the private room they were sitting in was just facing the street, the window was open, the night was slowly falling, the bright lights illuminated the whole long street, the stars were dotted in the distance, and the pedestrians on the road were hurrying.

When the night was completely dark, the brightly lit Jingweizhai was buzzing with noise.

When Xiao Er opened the door to serve the food, the noise in the lobby downstairs shook the voice of drinking and chatting harshly. After the door was closed, it was isolated a lot, and my ears felt quiet.

Jingweizhai pays attention to the fact that the dishes are served together as soon as they are served, and the dishes ordered by Song Qiu are served in one trip, filling the round table to the brim, and the aroma is tangy.

The crispy fried quail is crispy when eaten, and the duck with rich sauce is sweet, soft but not greasy.

There is one thing to say, it is indeed the largest and best restaurant in Panshi Town, the taste of this dish is really good.

Not to mention other things, just talk about the new dishes made by the chef of Jingweizhai with bean paste, such as this crucian carp with bean paste, there is nothing to say.

To be a qualified cook, one must be able to develop new dishes.

This bean paste has also played its role in Beijing Weizhai. It is no wonder that Master Lu is so keen on bean paste.

Song Qiu became more confident in opening a bean paste workshop in the near future.

The world is so big, Doubanjiang is sold in every household, even half of it is sold, and the amount of Doubanjiang cannot be underestimated.

After a meal, the three of them were extremely satisfied. A Ling and Lihua almost went out with their stomachs in their hands.

Song Qiu couldn't help but laugh, "You also said that you will go to the night market to eat all kinds of snacks later, do you still have room to pretend?"

Thinking of the dazzling array of snacks at the night market, Lihua took a bite, raised her chin and said, "Yes, I can eat more!"

Before the words fell, there was a long hiccup.

"Puchi!" Song Qiu laughed outright.

Looking at Ah Ling again, he couldn't help hiccupping, and said, "Well, I'm afraid you guys will burst your stomachs later, so let's just go shopping."

After paying the bill, the three of them left Jingwei Zhai and merged into the night.

The night market is at the section between Jingyangfang and Qinghefang, where a long river flows, and various night market hawkers are very lively.

At this point, most of the people who come out are still eating in restaurants and restaurants. There are not many people in the night market, so it is not crowded.

The night market street is not long, and after a short stroll, it came to the end, but after walking around, the stomach was still full, so Ah Ling and Lihua could only watch helplessly as Song Qiu ate a few snacks, which were so delicious that they swallowed .

With that greedy look, Song Qiu couldn't bear to eat it anymore. It's not delicious to eat alone.

Thinking that it is rare to go out to the night market, it would be a pity not to eat, so I simply walked around two more times, and waited until the two had digested a lot, then came back and found the mutton stall.

There were not many people just now, but now the tables are almost full.

This mutton stall specializes in braised mutton.

The mutton with skin and skin cooked in a big pot, boiled in a unique sauce, fragrant and soft, paired with his unique shochu, one bite of meat, one bite of wine, the taste, let alone.

Of course, for those who don't drink, drinking the haggis soup will also make the whole body feel comfortable.

The smell of this stall wafts through the entire night market. It is really fragrant. As long as you come to the night market, few people can resist the temptation of this mutton and can't resist not eating it.

So Li Hua and A Ling, who would rather walk more to use up their stomachs, immediately pulled Song Qiu over to find a place to sit down.

The proprietress greeted warmly, "Guest officer, how many catties are here?"

Song Qiu estimated the stomachs of the three of them, and just tasted it, "One catty is enough, and three bowls of haggis soup!"

"Excellent!" The boss took the order, and quickly forked a piece of mutton out of the cauldron with his iron claws. He didn't need to weigh it carefully, but he reckoned that it would be exactly the same weight.

I have sold braised mutton for more than [-] years, and my hands are the scales.

The forked mutton is divided into small pieces on the cutting board, put on the plate, and topped with a unique sauce.

Scoop the clear soup of haggis into a bowl and sprinkle with a handful of green onions.

Serve together.

"Several guest officials take it easy!"

The mutton is stewed soft, even with the skin, and glutinous. The sauce is rich and fragrant, without any smell of mutton.

I don't know how the haggis soup was processed. Not only did it not taste bad, but it was also extremely fresh.

Song Qiu couldn't stop nodding secretly after tasting it. It's no wonder that the boss's mutton business is still so good after selling it for more than [-] years.

This craftsmanship is here, not afraid of bad reputation.

The so-called master among the people is her, and the skill of making mutton is not as good as this taste.

It doesn't mean that no one can compare to the good taste. In short, the unique taste cannot be learned.

Perhaps, this is the difference between food stalls and restaurants.

Sitting at the next table were three strong men, eating mutton, their faces were flushed, and they looked a little drunk. Looking at the small wine jars lying upside down on the table, they couldn't count them with one hand, no wonder.

The people who were drinking were also talking loudly, babbling, and the smell of alcohol that was constantly emanating was also a bit unpleasant.

Song Qiu frowned slightly. In the restaurants in her previous life, she hated selling the evening meal the most, because some customers had to drink, and they could drink as much as they wanted, but they couldn't stop once they drank. Hours, you can eat from dark to midnight, even if you want to close the door to pack up and rest.

Regardless of this, the key point is that there are many people who are not very good at drinking and have to drink vigorously. In the end, they usually vomit everywhere and go crazy with alcohol.

So meeting such a guest is exhausting.

She drank the soup faster, thinking that she could pay the bill and leave after eating, so as not to smell the wine.

The three brawny men were bragging about the mountains, and for some reason, they talked about Huangkouzi.

One of the strong men with a pair of mung bean eyes spoke deeply, turned his head inadvertently, and glanced at Song Qiu and the other three here, with an evil light in his eyes.

"Hey, these younger sisters are handsome!"

He staggered up and came over, put his hand on the shoulder of Song Qiu who was close, "Come play with brother!"

This was just a matter of a few breaths, Song Qiu was drinking soup, who would have thought that this person would come over as soon as he said it, and was caught off guard and put on his shoulders.

She felt cold all over and hurriedly missed her shoulder, and hid aside, "What are you doing!"

"Hey! You're quite temperamental!" The brawny thief Xi Xi smiled, stretching out his hand to chase after him.

As soon as he stretched his hand halfway, the chopsticks in Ah Ling's hand flew straight into his palm.

"what!"

(End of this chapter)