Super Monk

"It's almost six o'clock now. Let's go there now. If it's too late, we won't have a seat!" Ye Qingmei looked at the time on the watch and said in a hurry.

"Then go now!" Zhao Fugui nodded and said.

In Bincheng, Zhao Fugui has no car, and ye Qingmei and ye Qingzhu have no car, so they can only take a taxi. Sitting in a taxi, Zhao Fugui looks out the window.

Bincheng is the provincial capital of North China, with a population of nearly 10 million. It is very prosperous. There are a lot of vehicles on the streets. The neon signs on both sides of the road are constantly flashing. Almost every shop has people coming in and out.

Taxis run through the traffic flow, and soon drive to the old city. Bincheng is undergoing the transformation of the old city. A large area of the old city has been demolished, ready to build a new business district.

However, the area of the old city is very large, the whole demolition progress is slow, and a large area has not been affected at all. Taxi in the old city seven turn eight turn, and soon entered a remote street.

"This street used to be the most prosperous street in the old town of Bincheng. When we were young, if our grandfather could take us here for a walk, we would be happy and couldn't sleep for a few days. Now this street has become like this!" Three people get out of the car, ye Qingzhu said.

Now the street is not as prosperous as it used to be. There are only a dozen shops in the street, and there are few people on the street. It can't be compared with the prosperous streets in the new urban area.

This is a street that is about to be submerged in history. Standing on this street, you can even see the busy construction site in the distance. I'm afraid it will be demolished soon.

"I heard that it has been planned to become the largest logistics center in North China, and construction will start within two years. Maybe in two years, the most authentic small pot stew in Bincheng will be gone!" Ye Qingmei also said.

"Since the stew here is so famous, why don't you rent a restaurant on the busy commercial street to run the business? It must be better than staying here!" Zhao Fugui said strangely.

"You'll know later, brother Zhao. If this shop really moves to the commercial street, I'm afraid it won't be able to run any more!" Ye Qingmei smiles and takes Zhao Fugui to a small door at the end of the street.

The signboard of this small front door has become dilapidated, only a few words of stew can be barely seen. The front door is only four or five meters deep and two or three meters wide. The kitchen is at the bottom. A middle-aged man with a greasy apron is guarding in front of several small iron pans, which are steaming.

At the counter outside the kitchen sat a middle-aged woman, looking down to choose dishes. There are four small tables in front of the counter, which can seat three or four people at most. There are also two tables outside the store near the door, and there are only six tables in the whole small door.

Zhao Fugui, a 17-year-old boy, was wiping the table with a rag. When they passed by, there were already three tables in the shop.

One table is a couple, and the other two look like migrant workers working on nearby construction sites.

The boy who wiped the table with a rag looked up and saw Ye Qingmei and ye Qingzhu passing by. He suddenly showed a happy smile on his face and stretched out his hands for a gesture. Zhao Fugui could see that it was sign language, and the boy should be a mute.

Ye Qingzhu also stretched out his hand to compare, and the boy nodded and quickly turned into the shop.

"Brother Zhao, sit down. The stew will come up later." Ye Qingmei pointed to the table outside the small door face and said.

"Was that child from the orphanage just now?" Zhao Fugui sat down on the plastic stool and asked.

"His name is Zhang Xiaohu. He is from the same village as the owner of this shop. When he was six or seven years old, his parents died. Because he couldn't speak and his relatives didn't want to adopt him, he was finally sent to the orphanage by the village head. He likes to cook and hopes to be a cook in the future. He came here to help when he didn't study a few years ago! " Ye Qingzhu said.

"Miss ye, here you are. There are just two pots of stews. I'll bring them to you!" The middle-aged woman came with two cold dishes and said to Ye Qingzhu and ye Qingmei.

"Auntie Zhang, please!" Ye Qingzhu said.

Two cold dishes, one is pickled cucumber, the other is fried soybean, and soon the man and Zhang Xiaohu in the shop brought two stews.

"Miss ye, you eat first. If you're not enough, you're calling me!" The middle-aged man put down the steaming stew pot and said with a simple smile to Ye Qingzhu and ye Qingmei.

"Well, it's not enough, let's order it!" Ye Qingzhu nodded and said to Zhao Fugui, "Mr. Zhao, try these two stewing pots. One is stewed bean curd, the other is stewed cabbage. Although the dish is simple, the taste is really good!"

"Stewed cabbage, stewed radish?" Looking at the simple dishes in two small iron pots, Zhao Fugui was surprised and said, "shouldn't stew be chicken stewed with mushroom, pork stewed with vermicelli, mutton stewed with pickled cabbage, beef stewed with potato?"

"Brother Zhao, these are stews. There are eight stews: chicken stewed with mushroom, pork stewed with vermicelli, mutton stewed with pickled cabbage, beef stewed with potatoes, spareribs stewed with tofu, catfish stewed with eggplant, demory stewed with fish and spareribs stewed with beans!" Ye Qingmei said, "today we have a small stew. There are twelve small stews, including stewed potatoes, stewed cabbage, stewed radish and so on.""The small stew is more vegetable, the big stew is more meat. The typical Bincheng stew is all small stew. The big stew is from the north. Now there are many big stew shops in Bincheng. In fact, the big stew is not local in Bincheng!" Ye Qingzhu said.

"So it is. I thought the stews were the same!" Zhao Fugui nodded, picked up chopsticks and tasted a piece of cabbage from a small iron pot.

Zhao Fugui said that the taste of the cabbage is really authentic. The stewed cabbage tastes mellow, far more delicious than the general fried cabbage.

"Xiao Zhang's stew is actually a little more varied than other stew restaurants, with stronger soup flavor and fresher dishes!" Ye Qingmei said, "and the stew method is very simple, generally four or five kinds of seasoning sit at the bottom, first stir fry the dishes inside, and then boil them with old well water, and then throw some pork slices, fungus, mushrooms in the dishes, and then eat a bowl of rice very comfortable!"

"Boss Zhang actually has a secret recipe for stew here, so it's better than other places!" Ye Qingzhu also said with a smile.

"It's really authentic!" Zhao Fugui nodded and said that the vegetables stewed in a small iron pot are not much worse than happy vegetables, which is absolutely not simple. "But how much is the pot?"

"One pot 30, the cheapest 25, one pot, the most expensive 35, two pieces of rice! This price can't survive in the commercial street, where even the rent can't be paid! " Ye Qingzhu said.

Just as they were talking, two luxury cars suddenly came roaring. The leading car was a red Ferrari Enzo. The two cars immediately stopped at the door of Xiaozhang stew, rolled up a large amount of dust and swept over to Zhao Fugui.