Dali Temple Small Dining Room 2

Chapter 8 Green Plum Ribs ([-])

The plate of "Green Plum Pork Ribs", a new dish that Ding Cai had never seen before, was placed on the table.

Braised pork meat and marinated greengage are covered with thick amber sauce, and scattered white sesame seeds are sprinkled on it. The three words "smell" and "smell" alone are enough to whet one's appetite.

After the plate of "Green Plum Pork Ribs" was put down, a smell that was different from ordinary braised pork meat rushed to my face, and the aroma went straight to my nose.

It seems that this dish is not only outstanding in the word "color", but even the aroma is overbearing.The table where the two were sitting was close to the entrance of the restaurant, and passers-by could easily smell the aroma of the dishes on their table.As soon as the box of vegetables was put down, two passers-by stopped and looked in.

"How does this pork taste so delicious? What kind of dish is this?"

Without waiting for Ding Caimai to speak, Zhang Caimai said: "I eat it myself, I don't sell it."

When they heard "not for sale", the passers-by were immediately disappointed, muttered a few words, "Why is such a delicious dish not for sale", shook their heads and left in disappointment.

Ding Caimai, who had only had time to take the chopsticks out of the chopstick holder, glanced at Zhang Caimai: "Old Zhang, why are you so narrow-minded? Revenge me for what happened just now!"

Open the door to do business, what is the difference between Zhang Caimai and chasing customers?
Zhang Caimai gave him a sideways glance, and said, "Miss Wen is going to be arranged to work in the public kitchen, but she won't stay in your small restaurant to be your chef."

Entering this small roadside restaurant as a master spoon, if you do a good job, that is the owner behind it, that is, Ding Caimai makes money, how many of them will fall into the hands of the master spoon?It's not Miss Wen's own restaurant!

Besides, for a girl like Mrs. Wen who has not yet reached the age of Ji, it is safer to have Da Zhou's legal endorsement, so that no one will be caught in the dark, and there will be no public kitchen that pays too much for the monthly payment. Some, but also save dealing with those three teachings and nine streams in the market.

Because Zhang Caimai loves Zhao Sishan, Zhang Caimai loves Wu and treats Wen Mingtang as a niece, so she won't make her suffer from Ding Caimai.

Looking at Zhang Caimai's defense, Ding Caimai shook his head, but he was not angry: his small restaurant is just a side business, and he would not offend Zhang Caimai, a colleague, with one or two dishes.

Dispelling the idea of ​​borrowing Wen Mingtang's dish to attract customers, Ding Caimai picked up a chopstick of pork meat and ate it.

As soon as he took a bite, Ding Caimai regretted it a bit: "Oh, it's delicious! The pork meat is stewed very well! As soon as I bite into it, the meat is separated from the bone. It's so easy to separate. The firewood is stewed well, it’s really just right! The taste is mainly sweet, supplemented by sour. The taste of the mouth is reduced to only three points, and the most amazing thing is that there is a fruity aroma of green plums when chewed carefully... In this way, the remaining three points of the greasy taste are completely eliminated... Oh! Delicious! If It would be great if you could stay and be my master chef..."

There are many kinds of diners, some are just boring and set an example directly by action, while some like Ru Ding Caimai like to talk while eating.

Hearing that Ding bought a tongue "doing two jobs" while eating and appreciating it, Zhang Caimai, who added a piece of pork meat to the entrance, was a little puzzled: I really don't know how Ding Caimai did this with that tongue.

After appreciating it, Ding Caimai "Teng" got up and ran out of the kitchen behind him. After a while, he trotted out with two big bowls of rice. With Zhang Caimai, each of them had a bowl, and he started to eat the green plum pork ribs in front of him. The meal is coming.

It's really a rare sweet and sour meat dish that won't get tired of eating in summer. It's a must for dinner.

The two of you took a bite, and in the end, they simply poured the soup into the rice, mixed it together and ate it all.

Looking at the big white porcelain bowl with not a single grain of rice left in front of him, Ding Caimai licked his lips, hiccupped, and subconsciously looked at the sun outside: It's actually still early, and it's not long before he eats too much. I was not hungry when I was eating, and I was planning to evaluate it with two mouthfuls of dishes, but I don't know...

It's not time for lunch yet, but he's already belching so much.

Zhang Caimai on the opposite side is not much better than him. Compared with his open mouth, Zhang Caimai is obviously lacking in speech, so he just raised his chin, pointed to the empty plate and rice bowl, and asked him: "How about this?" ?” The complacency in the tone was beyond words.

"I said that Yuerou is not the kind of person who brags! She is humble by nature, and if she can be praised by five points, at least she has [-]% of her skills. If Miss Wen can be praised by her, she must be very skilled." A plate of pork ribs with green plums completely reassured Zhang Caimai.

With this skill, who can pick out the thorns?

Zhang Caimai felt that the position of the chef of the Guozijian public kitchen was most likely secure.

Not only Zhang Caimai felt this way, but Ding Caimai also felt the same way. He nodded and said, "I'll tell Lao Jiang when I go back. I'm afraid even Yu Jijiu, who has thorns all over his body, can't find fault with this kind of craftsmanship. Come!"

Wen Mingtang couldn't help but smile at the words.

Ding Caimai was even more satisfied when he saw that the girl was quick in doing things and didn't talk too much nonsense. Before leaving, he couldn't help but ask her again: "The chef in charge of the spoon in my small restaurant has a good monthly salary..."

Zhang Caimai interrupted him before he finished speaking: "Come on! Old Ding! There are drunk diners waiting to make trouble in this small restaurant every day and night. Miss Wen is so pretty and lively, lingering there Among the drunk diners, do you think it is feasible?"

One sentence made Ding Caimai speechless, and he couldn't help but resentfully said: "That's... eh! Forget it, Zhang Caimai, come with me to see Old Jiang!"

Zhang Caimai nodded, followed Ding Caimai and took two steps, then turned around and asked Wen Mingtang: "Where is Miss Wen staying now? I will look for you after I finish my work here! If you hurry, I can settle it today!"

Wen Mingtang said, "I'm currently living in Brother Zhao Sishan's restaurant."

Zhang Caimai, who heard a word, immediately said with a sneer: "Which restaurant belongs to Zhao Dalang? It's obviously Yuerou's!"

After all, before Wen Mingtang could speak, he only told her "be careful on the road" and followed Ding Cai to buy.

……

With most of the future "future" set, Wen Mingtang also heaved a sigh of relief, went out and found a casual restaurant, ate a few mouthfuls of lunch, and then returned to Zhaoji Restaurant.

When I returned to Zhaoji Restaurant, it was lunch time. Compared with the scattered customers last night, the business of Zhaoji Restaurant was a little better today. There were about half of the tables in the lobby. There are diners.

Before Wen Mingtang had time to take a closer look, he saw Mrs. Liu running out from behind the curtain, and then howled in front of all the diners: "I kindly took in this fatherless and motherless person, but I didn't want to take in a The thief bone is here, what evil have I done!"

(End of this chapter)