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Chapter 807 Arthur is Coming
Chapter [-] Arthur is Coming
Now Jiuchangju has become a gourmet resort in Lijiagou. Liu Sanwa already has six or seven people in the kitchen, and he is actually the executive chef himself.

Li Junge called for tea, and everyone sat down to drink tea and chat.

Yu Xiaorong took a sip of red pearl tea, leaned back on the chair comfortably, and said happily: "Every time I come to Lijiagou, the boat passes by the ancient buildings of Pan'ao Township, and I feel lighter. Two catties. By the way, Erpi, how many Ji Luo fish are you going to ship?"

Li Junge said: "At least one hundred fish must be kept for breeding, and the rest may be about five thousand."

Yu Xiaorong said: "Then Uncle Jixing will get rich. I'm afraid we people in Sichuan are not used to spending this fish, so the people in the capital have to be rich."

Wang Jixing smiled and said, "That depends on the person, that is, a few high-end hotels, and top-notch restaurants that serve Shanghai-style dishes. Yu girl, haven't you opened up your relationship with Guangdong Province this year? Stop pretending to cry here."

Yu Xiaorong said with a smile: "We are all playing tricks, but Jack and Yunchan took advantage of it. There is no way. It is a tradition to eat high-end fish there, and it is close to Southeast Asia. Erpi, have they arrived yet?" ?”

Li Junge said: "Not yet, the etiquette and customs over there are also heavy, it is said that he only came in the second year of junior high school."

A few people were chatting casually. Near noon, Ayin Xiaozhun came with several stars from the crew, along with Mr. Si, Si Hongxing, and Liang Huili.

Xue Jinxian was originally a member of the crew, and has never left Lijiagou.

Everyone exchanged pleasantries again.

Soon the noodles were put on the table, the most authentic way to eat pig-killing dishes, blistered pig soup is a must, followed by twice-cooked pork, roasted fatty intestines, fried liver and waist, cold tripe shreds, cold pig ears... basically are traditional Sichuan dishes .

A whole table of dishes failed to satisfy Yu Xiaorong: "Where's the bean sprouts?! Where's my bean sprouts?!"

Li Junge yelled: "Where is the bean sprouts served at the New Year's banquet?!"

Then he turned over a pot of boiled pork slices: "Dian Cai, did you see Dian Cai? Your bean sprouts are here, it's almost fatal..."

Mr. Jin came out with a plate of steamed Jiluo fish: "Hurry up, eat this while it's hot, and let Sanwa cook a plate of your bean sprouts for you later, girl."

Li Junge smiled and gave Jin Lao the cloth chopsticks: "I'm sorry, Mrs. Jin, every time I ask you to come to Lijiagou, I have to work a lot."

Mr. Jin sat down and wiped his hands: "It's fun. Cooking here is different from cooking in a restaurant in Shudu. Sigh, the vegetables in my restaurant are still not as fresh as yours..."

Lao Chen is a seasoned foodie, and he recognized the fish when he saw it: "Good guy! Ji Luo fish!"

Li Junge said: "Mr. Chen knows this? Come, come, don't rush to drink the wine, everyone hurry up and taste this."

Lao Wang picked up his chopsticks: "Is this fish not scaled?"

Old Chen said with a smile: "The authentic method is to not pick the scales. Well, this fruity taste, once you eat it, you will never forget it."

Everyone in the room picked and tasted it, and then they couldn't stop.

Li Junge suddenly thought of something: "That's not right, we haven't fed this fish with fruit, why does this fish still have a fruity taste?"

Jin Lao said with a smile: "So the legend may not be credible. If the fruit is eaten into the stomach of the fish, it means that it is all decomposed into basic nutrients. It makes no sense that whatever you eat will have a certain taste when you grow up. It can only be said that the fruit Taste is the flavor characteristic of this fish."

When Li Junge thought about it, he found it funny, and it was indeed the truth. Cattle and sheep eat grass, and beef and mutton don’t smell like grass. Master Guoshan of Fawang Temple eats tofu twice a day, but he doesn’t smell like tofu. Why? Do you believe it when the host in Thailand blows it up?
Old Chen said with a smile: "It's true that you pay attention to everything and learn. This fish was eaten once in Indonesia, and the chef at that time also boasted to us. It is said that the windmill fruit that fell from the mountain stream grew up as a snack. It smells like windmill fruit, Lao Wang, eat slowly, you have to eat slowly for fish worth thousands of yuan per catty."

Lao Li was shocked: "What? Then this plate is only 1 yuan less? How much blessing have you enjoyed, Lao Chen? Have you eaten all this fish?!"

Lao Chen said: "Life is alive, food and clothing are two words, and other things have long been looked down upon. Everywhere I go, I look for local delicacies. Not to mention anything else, this table is full of good things. If you go out of Lijiagou, I'm afraid you will be disappointed." Don’t even think about eating it. Not to mention the Jiluo fish, just this black-bone chicken and this pork taste very different from the outside.”

Jin Lao laughed and said, "So in my restaurant, most of the ingredients have to be pulled from Lijiagou."

Liu Sanwa said: "Master, I would like to offer you a toast. Today I learned how to cook this fish with you. In the morning, I brought Brother Erpi over and told me not to let it move. So it must be done like this."

Jin Lao said with a smile: "Sanba, you should remember a principle. The more top-grade ingredients, the more they must retain their original flavor. When the ingredients reach this level, cooking skills are just embellishments. This fish should be used to make stewed braised braised home-cooked food." Douban, that’s blind material.”

Liu Sanwa said: "That's the principle to develop this fish into other dishes, right? Add fat meat to make meatball stuffing, then mix with blanched white radish shreds to make meatballs and add chicken soup After steaming, take it out and put it on a plate, and then pour it over with chicken oil to make it bright, sir, do you think this fish is okay to cook like this?"

Mr. Jin laughed loudly: "Seeing Cheng Xian, Sanwa is now a three-day admirer of Shibie. This dish is well designed! When Shigong returns, I will try your dish. There is also a cost here. Psychological problems, through this way the cost is reduced, and a plate of 2000 yuan is not unobtrusive."

When Lao Chen heard a plate of 2000 yuan, he didn't seem too abrupt. He couldn't help but feel a little bit in his heart, and suddenly realized: "Jin Lao? You are, you are the master Jin Shangjin who invented the red jade hibiscus porridge?"

Li Junge smiled and said: "Teacher Chen is really amazing! He is definitely a senior foodie, and there are not many people who know Mr. Jin's name like a chef."

Lao Chen wiped his forehead: "Hey! Then what did I say at this table that the dishes are exquisite, so the great master is by his side! Mr. Jin, I know that you only have three cups a day at most, and this cup must be respected by me no matter what. State banquet The inventor of the dish has really admired his name for a long time, but he didn't know him face to face, so he should be punished."

Old Jin smiled and said: "Don't dare, you are a well-known star, let's drink together."

The two walked away, and Lao Chen asked the waiter to fetch a pen and paper, and said, "Old Jin, anyway, I have to trouble you to sign for me."

Xue Jinxian drank Tianma black chicken soup and said with a smile, "Old Chen, you really look like a fan today."

Lao Chen said seriously: "What does it mean to be 'like' a fan, and I'm just 'being' a fan, okay?!"

Liu Sanwa suddenly said, "Master! Wouldn't it be better to replace the shredded radish with soaked hair thin vermicelli?!"

Everyone at the table was bursting with laughter, and Mr. Jin said dumbfoundedly: "Sanba, I am relieved of your culinary skills, but you still have to learn from your sophistication. Isn't this the craze for Mr. Chen?!"

After a laugh, Li Junge and A Yin held up the wine glasses together: "Si Lao, I haven't come for some time. You didn't say a word when you saw it, and you didn't go to pick you up. How rude of you?"

Si Lao smiled and said: "This time I came to have a reunion with Xing Zhun Liang girl. I disembarked in Pan'ao Township yesterday. Isn't it here today? Speaking of which, thank you again, I used your hemp capsules that day , the effect is quite good.”

After finishing speaking, he shook his head: "Speaking of it, it's a decades-old problem. When I was bombed in North Korea, I was injured on the head, and then I marched in the snow for half a month. This is the root cause of the disease. A little When the sweat blows again, you will definitely have a headache. In winter, you don’t dare to go out without wearing a hat. I took the capsules you sent me this year, and I haven’t suffered from them until now. My health care doctor has recommended the capsules to several other people who have similar problems. comrades."

Li Junge smiled and said, "It really has nothing to do with me. Where did I know you have this disease? This is Xiaozhun's filial piety!"

After a cup, Lao Wang raised his cup and said, "Speaking of which, I also have to thank Piwa. We are film actors, so when no one can take a good rest, there are some problems with overuse of the brain. Young people are easy to manage, old people It will be troublesome, Lao Chen and I are also using your capsule, and the effect is really good!"

Lao Li suddenly became unhappy: "Damn! Do you two need to tell me secretly?!"

Old Chen scolded: "As for your virtue of falling asleep as soon as you touch a chair, there is no need at all! How many times have you said that your snoring has affected the shooting? Me and Lao Wang are so envious. ! Do you still need to eat that?!"

This can be regarded as an interesting incident during the exposure of the celebrity filming, and everyone at the table couldn't help laughing.

Yu Yatou asked: "Erpi, how is your capsule selling? I've seen your ad, it's really beautiful..."

Li Junge said: "In fact, modern people have this problem. They don't have a good rest and lack of sleep. Children have a lot of homework pressure and watch cartoons; young people stay up late playing computer and watching mobile phones; In this way, you have to worry about your career; the elderly want to sleep well, but they are at an age where they can’t sleep... Actually, our capsules are selling really well, but just because they are selling well, it seems abnormal.”

Then Lao Chen began to use the artist's imagination again: "You say, will human beings eventually evolve to a way where they don't need to sleep?"

As soon as this topic started, everyone started talking nonsense, talking about everything, and the meal was lively.

After dinner, Li Junge had to run to the pier again. This time it was Ida, Heinrich, Arthur, Leo and the three German cycling teams, as well as Ibrahim.

Ibrahim squatted down and hugged the fully recovered Alimu, weeping, raised his head and said to Li Junge: "Jungle, Ingris, I watched the video of Alimu playing with the children in Miao Village, thank you, I didn't even know How should I thank you..."

Alimu wiped Ibrahim's tears: "Dad, don't cry. I never cried in Lijiagou. Little Yinzi also said that he never cried. He must be lying, but you still have to be brave..."

Ibrahim was smiling all over his face, but the tears still couldn't stop falling down. While wiping away his tears in a panic, he said, "Okay, okay, daddy isn't crying, daddy is happy..."

Alimu took Ibrahim's hand and said: "Then I will take you to meet the children. Now I have a young lady who knows everything, but she is amazing. She even taught me how to ride a bicycle. Dad, I will know how to ride a bicycle." Drawing, reading, writing poetry, skiing, and many interesting gifts, all made by grandparents... I even prepared a gift for you, which I also made..."

Looking at the back of the father and son holding hands, Ayin's eyes were moist, and he said to Li Junge: "You talk to Arthur, and I will follow them."

(End of this chapter)