Portable Space: Traveling through Nongmen

Chapter 73
"Hurry up, Bao'er, wait a little longer, and you can eat when the food is served." Shen Yingshu gently coaxed the little guy.

Her eyes were observing the meals on other tables around her, and found that no matter whether they were boiled, fried, or deep-fried, there was no chili pepper.

There are only three choices of food on the table: sweet, salty and sour.

If you don't eat spicy food, the fragrance must be half.

Wait for your own peppers to be planted and then sell them. If you think about it, the price will definitely not be low.

And according to her observation, today's ancient restaurants have not developed too many dishes, many of which are handed down from the past, and the ingredients of the dishes created by the chef are limited, it is difficult to produce a dish that completely meets everyone's taste .

Shen Yingshu suddenly felt that the cookbooks she had memorized could be used, but she didn't know if they could be sold.

"Guest officer, for your rice and white-cut chicken, you have to wait for a few dishes left, please don't worry."

The waiter brought the white-cut chicken and rice to the table, along with the white-cut chicken, and a bowl of dipping sauce.

"it is good."

Shen Yingshu nodded slightly.

Looking at the delicious white rice and a plate of chicken on the table, Bao'er's stomach growled even more violently.

He suppressed the hunger in his stomach, first put a piece of chicken in Shen Yingshu's bowl, and then gave his family chicken in his bowl, "Mother is also delicious, fragrant, you should try it soon."

Seeing the little guy eating so vigorously, Shen Yingshu picked up a piece of chicken and tasted it. The white-cut chicken itself has such a light taste.

After all, it is only boiled in plain water without any other seasonings added, so the food is light, but if you use white-cut chicken with dipping sauce, the taste will be different.

There are many sauces in modern restaurants, spicy, sour and spicy, all kinds of sauces.

But because no one has discovered chili, the sauce prepared for the white-cut chicken is ginger and onion dipping sauce.

Just put the chopped ginger and scallions in a bowl, add some seasonings, pour it over hot water, and stir at the same time, and the dipping sauce is complete.

Shen Yingshu picked up a piece of white-cut chicken and dipped it in the dipping sauce next to it, and tasted it. It tasted unexpectedly good.

"Bao'er, try this dipping sauce and eat it with chicken, it's even more delicious."

Hearing what mother said, Bao'er tentatively touched the bowl of ginger and scallion, and then put it in his mouth for a bit.

Well, the taste is really good, but there is a lot of gum in it, and the thing kids hate most is ginger.

So Bao'er only touched it once, and never touched the dipping dish again.

See, Shen Yingshu didn't force Bao'er, after all, she didn't like ginger very much when she was a child, so she can only enjoy this bowl of onion and ginger dip by herself, it's a pity that Bao'er can't enjoy this taste.

The simplest dish like this can test the chef's skill the most. A simple white-cut chicken must have the inherent aroma of scallion oil, but also keep the chicken light and delicious, the original flavor, and the meat inside is also stewed very well Fresh and tender, everything was just right.

Sure enough, there is a reason why this inn is so popular. The cooks here are really good.

Thinking about it, Shen Yingshu looked forward to the next two dishes more and more.

It may be because the inn is too full and the cook is too busy.

Both Shen Yingshu and Bao'er, mother and son, ate half of the boiled chicken that was served first, and then the remaining two dishes and one soup were served.

When the waiter in the shop brought it up, it was still steaming, obviously it was served immediately after it came out of the pot, "Guest officer, your white-cut chicken, fried vegetables, Sixi meatballs, and fish head tofu soup are all served together." Yes. Is there anything else I need?"

"that's all, thanks."

Shen Yingshu shook her head.

"The little one will go first, if you need anything, just call."

After the waiter left, the mother and son began to taste the freshly served food.

Stir-fried vegetables are nothing special, they are similar to those at home. The reason why Shen Yingshu ordered this dish was because she had already ordered two pieces of meat, and she should order another vegetarian dish for balance.

But Sixi meatballs are different, the weight of a meatball is not small.

Shen Yingshu cut half of it with chopsticks, put it in her own bowl, and put the other half into Baoer's bowl.

"Thank you, mother."

"You're welcome, eat more and try your chef's skills."

With that said, Shen Yingshu picked up Sixi balls with chopsticks and took a bite.

Although there is a lot of fat in the Sixi meatballs, they are all chopped into momo, and they are mixed with various seasonings, so the greasy feeling of fat meat can no longer be tasted.

The taste is smooth and tender, and the taste is rich.

Shen Yingshu felt that this taste was better than the Sixi meatballs she ate in modern times.

Served with rice, the mother and son finished half of the plate of boiled chicken, two Sixi meatballs, and a whole plate of fried vegetables.

After eating too much chicken and meat, I wanted to eat green vegetables to clear my mouth, so unexpectedly, the most common stir-fried vegetables on the table were eaten up first.

The mother and son are full of stomachs, but there is still a fish head tofu soup that has not been tasted.

Shen Yingshu and Bao'er slumped on the chairs and relaxed a little, feeling that their stomachs were not uncomfortable, and then continued to taste the fish head tofu soup.

This dish is also light, and the chef has obviously worked hard enough. The stewed soup is milky white. The Huazi tofu is wrapped in fish soup, which is delicious and fragrant but not greasy.

If it weren't for the fact that her stomach couldn't take it anymore, Shen Yingshu felt that she could still make two bowls of soup.

Eat and drink enough, just as Shen Yingshu guessed before, there is still more than half of the dishes on the table.

I called the waiter in the store to help pack the dishes. The dishes are easy to pack, just like this soup.

"Guest officer, this fish head soup..." The waiter in the shop was in a dilemma, or else he threw the soup away and wrapped the remaining tofu and fish head separately.

"Use this."

Shen Yingshu took out a small clay pot from the back basket she was carrying.

She just moved this clay pot out of the space while no one was paying attention to it, and it was covered by a blind spot in the corner.

After all, this tofu fish head soup is just a soup. The stewed milky white soup is so good in color and taste, how can it be thrown away? What a pity.

With clay pots, packing will be much smoother.

Put the packed meals into the back basket, as long as you are steaming some rice tonight, you don't need to cook.

After packing up her things and paying the bill with the shopkeeper, Shen Yingshu took Bao'er and left.

At noon, the little hairs who set up stalls and sold toys usually packed their things and went home, so Shen Yingshu took Bao'er to the grocery store directly.

Today's ancient grocery stores are similar to modern convenience stores. They have everything you need, whether it's food or children's toys.

(End of this chapter)