Global Food Tour

Chapter 95 Oyster Pig Red Soup! (Dazhang asks for a ticket!)
The middle-aged shopkeeper gritted his teeth and said, "Okay."

As soon as the middle-aged shopkeeper left, Zhang Ting couldn't help asking, "You don't plan to open a shop here, do you?"

"How is it possible? But I guess I'll have to stay here for a few days, and you can only play the rest by yourself."

"Ah? What do you mean? Well, I have to leave tomorrow afternoon, and I've almost finished shopping in Galle. After taking the small train, the trip to Lanka is considered perfect." Zhang Ting pouted her cheeks, somewhat reluctantly.

Leaving Lanka, returning to Kyoto, repeating endless work in the suffocating steel and concrete forest.

"By the way, what do you do?" Zhang Feng asked.

"Me, the public institution." Zhang Ting said weakly.

"Then you are too courageous to ask for such a long leave." Zhang Feng said with a smile.

"It doesn't matter, the supervisor is my uncle, as long as it is within the rules and regulations, everything is easy to handle."

Hearing what Zhang Ting said, Zhang Feng felt a black line all over his head, and said in his heart: "Damn it, so it is like this."

"Why, because this has lowered my impression?" Zhang Ting looked at Zhang Feng playfully.

Just as Zhang Feng was about to explain, the phone rang, and he hurriedly signaled, "Pick up the phone."

Looking at the phone number, I was a little impressed that it was the person from Negombo last time, so I answered it.

……

"...Well, it's okay... okay... I can't decide this, you can contact her, I can only make an appointment for you... okay, okay... no problem, okay, I will send a message later An authorization email for you... No need, it can be regarded as my contribution to the beautiful Lanka."

……

"Ha... These people beat around the bush and didn't want to give money, but they were willing to say what I said. They really are amazing!" Zhang Feng sighed.

"Ok?"

"For this matter, if they want to use something I photographed, let me authorize it." There was a hint of pride in Zhang Feng's expression.

"Wow... Zhang Feng, you are really amazing." Zhang Ting praised.

"Generally, they are not the first. I was also invited by the Nepalese government to help them shoot promotional materials." Zhang Feng laughed.

"You are so amazing, I even admire you a little bit." Zhang Ting said half-jokingly.

"Don't talk about that, this boss doesn't look like a profiteer at first glance, why is the business so bad?" Zhang Feng was a little puzzled.

"I don't know, it's usually because the food is not tasty." Zhang Ting said.

Not long after, the boss began to bring up the dishes one after another. Zhang Feng tasted them one by one. The more he tasted, the worse his complexion became. The ingredients are all good, but every food always has such a nasty taste. After the first bite you don't want to eat the second.

"Boss, have you ever eaten the dishes you cooked?" Zhang Feng asked.

The middle-aged shop owner nodded and said: "I don't think there's anything wrong with me, but I'm just not liked by people. I was originally a nationally certified intermediate chef, and I even learned seafood cooking when I went abroad..."

The middle-aged shop owner seemed to have been aggrieved for a long time, and began to vomit bitterness to Zhang Feng. In the end, fearing that Zhang Feng would not believe it, he actually took out the National Vocational Qualification Certificate IV with a red stamp on it.

"Okay, what's the use of complaining? Can you show me your kitchen?" Zhang Feng said.

"You... also... understand this?" The middle-aged shopkeeper looked at Zhang Feng in surprise.

"Let's not talk about the taste of this dish. The heat is over three points, and the texture of the meat... and this dish, the selection of ingredients is very good, but I don't know what seasonings you used, let it..."

Zhang Feng commented in a decent manner, the face of the middle-aged man became more and more bitter, and he lost all strength. It was the first time in his life to go abroad to start a business, so Zhang Feng dropped the last straw. He couldn't breathe.

"Of course, it's not without advantages. Although there are many deficiencies, at least you pay attention to the materials and processing."

Zhang Ting couldn't help but record Zhang Feng's old-fashioned appearance. If she hadn't read some of Zhang Feng's previous videos and articles, she would have felt that Zhang Feng did it on purpose.

"Then... what should I do?" The middle-aged shopkeeper pinned all his hopes on Zhang Feng at this moment.

"Take me to your kitchen."

"Okay, okay, come with me." The middle-aged owner's tone changed.

Zhang Feng actually didn't like being called that by an honest middle-aged man, he just did it as a last resort in order to complete the task.

"I won't go." Zhang Ting whispered.

Zhang Feng gestured an OK gesture, he knew it, and followed the middle-aged owner to the back kitchen.

……

"Why haven't you come out yet?" Zhang Ting kept looking at her phone. It's been an hour since she went in, and she didn't hear the sound of cooking. She was somewhat curious, worried, and impatient.

……

After another 10 minutes, the middle-aged shop owner and his wife followed Zhang Feng respectfully. Zhang Feng really couldn't help but smile. He was already very soft when he spoke later. He tried his best to use euphemistic words to point out the problem, but he still couldn't. The couple who were caught at straws confessed.

Zhang Feng really couldn't stand this strange feeling, and finally persuaded him: "Uncle and Auntie, don't do this, I'm really embarrassed that you made it like this."

"No, no, you can tell from the few knife skills you just did that it came from the master's family. Our chef industry is the most important inheritance. If you promise to teach me a few hands, that is Wang Jun's master. If you can't do the ceremony, it is also me. Master." The middle-aged shopkeeper Wang Jun said.

Wang Jun's wife also nodded hurriedly, indicating that her husband was right, Zhang Feng had no choice but to accept his fate, and said, "All right, prepare the things I said today, and the key condiments. I’ll be here at nine o’clock tomorrow.”

"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Wang Jun said gratefully.

"It's okay, let's go." Zhang Feng said with a smile.

"I'll give it to you, I have a classic car." Wang Jun said again.

"No, I'm going out to play. I want to see the night view. See you tomorrow."

Saying goodbye to the two shopkeepers, walking on the crowded street, everything is so natural.

"I won't see you off tomorrow." Zhang Feng said calmly.

"Ah."

The whole journey was silent, and the next morning, the two had breakfast together and said goodbye. Zhang Ting took the suitcase and went to the new city gate, and then drove towards Colombo on the long-awaited small train.

Zhang Feng, on the other hand, has already remodeled the shop and put up a sign for free tasting outside. This has attracted many tourists, especially those from Huaxia, and the shop was soon full.

"Everyone, don't worry, don't worry, there are too many people, we will serve the dishes in order." Zhang Feng said, and the few helpers hired by the boss also began to bring seafood from the big kitchen.

"Now, I'm going to draw a table to present as a finale dish of our restaurant. I'm cooking all pork, right?" Zhang Feng was afraid that some people would not eat pork, so as not to be embarrassed by the lottery.

"No, no, let's eat, smoke us!" A middle-aged man shouted.

"We don't have either, let's smoke us, the finale!"

"What's the finale? Let's hear it!"

……

All kinds of inquiries sounded, Zhang Feng smiled and refused to disclose, then turned around and went into the kitchen to start working.

“The ingredients of this oyster and pig red soup include fresh oysters (add a little cooking wine and cornstarch for a while), pig blood (cut into thick cubes, blanch in water), cabbage, bean sprouts, chili flakes, minced garlic, and chopped green onions.

Remember, every ingredient must be fresh!If you want to make signature dishes and make the store alive, you have to spend money!As long as it's delicious, someone buys it, and those who come out to play don't care too much about money!
Now put the seasoning, the seasoning first put the broth I made in the morning into [-]-[-] rice bowls, half a tablespoon of red miso, half a tablespoon of chili bean sauce, one teaspoon of chili powder, half a teaspoon of dark soy sauce, and one teaspoon of light soy sauce , a tablespoon of sesame oil, a teaspoon of cooking wine, and balsamic vinegar.

These few items have to buy our products, and you have to buy the real ones. The seasonings you bought before are piled up there, and they are all inferior products! "

"I remember it, I remember it!" Wang Jun wrote something quickly in a small notebook while replying.

"Okay, things are ready, I'm going to start, look clearly! Heat up sesame oil, add chili flakes, minced garlic, and chili bean paste to fry until fragrant...

Now inject broth, add pig blood, Chinese cabbage, bean sprouts, red miso, chili powder, dark soy sauce, light soy sauce, cooking wine, boil and cook for 1-[-] minutes, add oysters and blanch until cooked, and finally add balsamic vinegar and so on for [-] Minutes will do. "

(End of this chapter)