Food starts with Mapo Tofu

Chapter 269 Sorry~

But when Mr. Qiao said that, does it mean that he no longer regards himself as an outsider?

Chen Nian is also unwilling to over-interpret the other party's words, but in some cases, he still needs to think about it.

"Then he deserves it." Chen Nian said while thinking in his mind.

This sentence is indeed from the heart.

Others have given you the chance to live, but you don't cherish it, petty theft. Can't you control your own hands like that?
"Shopkeeper Qiao, I have another question. He doesn't have to worry about food and lodging here. No matter what, it's better than mining. Why would he want to steal it?"

Qiao Heyong cut the meatloaf into small pieces with chopsticks and set them aside.

In contrast to the original patty size.

"I gave him meat, but he didn't think it was enough, so he wanted this big one." Qiao Heyong ordered the smaller one with chopsticks, and then ordered the bigger one, "Human, don't be too greedy, and he I took those and ended up spending them on women’s bellies, that’s why I gave you another high-level look just now.”

"You're a good boy, so don't worry."

Before aging, it has been decided to work hard here.

Learning art is not something that happens overnight.

"Shopkeeper Qiao, I really want to learn your skills, because I don't want to spend my life in a daze. Although I'm just a guy, saying this may make it appear that I want everything, but I think it's hypocrisy not to say it. I will show you that I am worthy of your craft."

"As for women or something, I don't have that kind of thought, and I already have someone in my heart."

Aging is said from the bottom of my heart.

And these heartfelt words made Mr. Qiao appreciate them very much.

Nodding his head, he knew it.

After talking for a while, Chen Nian finally turned his attention to the food, but at this time the soup was getting warm.

But this is the last soup in the pot.

It was almost sold out at noon, and when they ate the staff meal, there were only about three or four bowls left.

Mr. Joe drinks something clear.

Aging is to get rid of the soup below and even the soup ingredients.

So this bowl has chicken feet, chicken necks and a lot of scallops.

The Laohuo soup, which has been boiled all morning, is extremely rich, with a very mellow aroma, the taste of medicinal materials, chicken, and seafood are perfectly blended together.

Picking up the bowl directly, taking a big sip along the edge of the bowl, Chen Nian's eyebrows twitched involuntarily.

"It's so fresh!"

First, the ingredients are boiled over a strong fire to get the taste of the ingredients, then various seasonings are added, and then it is slowly boiled over a slow fire.

The process is not complicated, but very particular.

Sure enough, such a delicacy comes at the price of gout, and generations of old Cantonese people know that they will get gout, but they still can't let go of this pot of nourishing and healthy soup.

And those aged chicken feet and chicken necks that Qiao Heyong looked down upon were quite fond of eating.

The meat has been completely stewed, and it can come off with just a light sip.

So satisfying!

"By the way, shopkeeper Qiao, I want to go out in the afternoon and shave my head." Chen Nian said suddenly.

"Shave your head? Go ahead and charge it to my account." Qiao and Yong obviously didn't care much about it.

But Chen Nian still felt that it was necessary to make it clear: "Master Qiao, I want to shave all of them, and I don't want braids anymore."

"Why?" Qiao Heyong raised his head, squinted at Chen Nian, and asked meaningfully.

"Because I'm a Han Chinese, Han people didn't need to do this in the past. They didn't start to shave their hair until after the Manchu Qing Dynasty entered the customs. But now we are overseas, and I don't want to keep it anymore, and it's not convenient to do things with braids."

"Do you know the parents who are affected by the body, hair and skin?" Qiao Heyong didn't show any emotion at this moment.

Chen Nian doesn't know what the other party thinks, but this thing is a matter of principle, if it doesn't work, Chen Nian would rather not learn it, even if the task fails, he has to cut this thing.

"My parents in this world sold me here, besides, this kind of saying has been broken as early as when the Man Qing shaved his head and put his braids on." Chen Nian insisted.

It's just that he still can't say that this thing is a bad habit and feudal dross. After all, he still has to take Mr. Qiao's face into consideration.

Hearing this, Mr. Qiao suddenly smiled and waved his hands: "Go, don't be nervous, just shave your head, my son has already shaved it."

"Let's go after cleaning up the kitchen and the store. When you go out in the afternoon, bring some money. After you shave your head, go to the drugstore next to you to buy some American ginseng, wolfberry, chicken bone grass, kudzu root, lotus leaf, and Bawanghua. Not much more, when the time comes, you will tell the shopkeeper of the pharmacy, just say that I use it for soup, and he knows how much I want."

San Francisco is located in California in the west of the United States, and in this city with a population of only 80 million, there are more than [-] Chinese living.

The Guangrong Hotel is located in a more prosperous street in Chinatown.

Most of the signboards on both sides are in Chinese, but there are also some English mixed in.

Most of the people on both sides of the street are dressed in the same clothes as me, but occasionally I can still see old-fashioned cars driving by.

The place where the haircut was done was some distance away from the Guangrong Hotel. Chen Nian was walking while looking at the scenery on both sides.

Occasionally, some big girls who passed by were dressed neatly and generously. Just from the pattern and luster of the fabric, it can be seen that their family background is not bad. Otherwise, in this era of cannibalism, how could they dress so decently.

But among the people who come and go on these two sides, only children are the happiest.

They have not experienced the hardships of their ancestors, and they do not need to worry about life.

Their soft and smooth faces were in stark contrast to the dark and furrowed fathers who were leading them.

When he came to the barber shop, Chen Nian entered the door and said, "Come on, get a bald head!"

"Okay!" The boss didn't ask why, and he was already used to it here.

Picking up the razor and dipping it in water, he sharpened it on the whetstone beside him, and the cold light flickered.

Then dry it with a towel, and start to scrape it on the scalp.

When Chen Nian saw that the boss was about 40 to [-] years old, he started talking to him.

"The boss's craftsmanship is good."

"Yeah, we used to practice with melons."

Chen Nian: "???"

He suddenly became nervous.

Because Chen Nian thought of the Oolong Courtyard that he saw when he was a child, the fat master used a melon to practice shaving his head, and whenever someone called him, he would directly throw the razor on the melon.

After getting used to it, when I actually shaved my head, I just threw it on the head.
"Boss, you can concentrate. I don't have much hair on the back, and it will be shaved in a while. We can't be distracted."

"Hahaha, hahaha... Don't worry, pretty boy, I've been cutting hair in Chinatown for more than ten years, and everyone knows my handy skills. Gan has never seen blood in all these years!"

Said, accidentally sneezed.

Hand trembled.

Ghost Hand Seven's expression was slightly awkward, but soon he said with a hearty smile: "Hahaha, sorry, this time it's not your money, let me treat you as my treat."

(End of this chapter)