delicious master

Chapter 8 Waiting
After talking with Boss Wu about the future mutton channel, Tang Xiaokang returned to Dongju with the remaining empty bowl.

I don't know if it's because it just opened, but there were no other guests in the morning except Mr. Ning.

Staring at the mutton soup simmering slowly, another customer came in when Tang Xiaokang lamented that the business was difficult.

A man came in, holding two walnuts in his hands and kept spinning, looking at the whiteboard at the door, he couldn't help muttering.

"Reopening? Is it the one the old man keeps talking about?"

This man was wearing a white gown, which looked a bit like a Hanfu style, with a string of white Xingyue Bodhi hanging around his neck, and a specially trimmed beard. He walked into the small courtyard with cloth shoes.

"It's not badly designed."

Looking around the entire yard, the man in white muttered.

Hearing someone coming in, Tang Xiaokang came out from the back kitchen.

"Is there a menu, give me one."

Seeing Tang Xiaokang walking out of the room, the man in white began to speak directly.

"Sorry, the store has just opened, and some items are not complete. Now there is only one Cantonese-style mutton soup. If you can accept the price, I will make you a copy."

Tang Xiaokang smiled a little apologetically at the other party, and Tang Xiaokang was also a little helpless.

Who told him that he has only learned the Cantonese mutton soup, but it is not open yet. It is estimated that the system will not even give him this dish.

Thinking of this, Tang Xiaokang felt that the reward of the delicious salt-baked chicken at night must be obtained no matter what.

"Only Cantonese-style mutton soup?"

Hearing Tang Xiaokang's answer, the man in white didn't say anything, but frowned with a dissatisfied tone.

Looking at the yard, he was about to lift his legs and leave.

But only halfway through, the man suddenly stopped again, turned back, his eyes kept looking at Tang Xiaokang's face, and suddenly asked.

"Excuse me, boss, is your surname Tang?"

After being stunned for a moment, Tang Xiaokang nodded. Could it be that this person was also an old diner of his grandfather?
But the other person looks like he is 25 or [-] years old at most. Grandpa has been closed for ten years. At that time, the price of food in Dongju was not something that a young man of [-] or [-] years old could afford.

Regardless of what Tang Xiaokang was thinking, after getting confirmation, the man in white sat directly in front of the marble table in the yard.

"Then let's have a bowl of mutton soup."

"A bowl of soup costs 60 yuan."

Thinking of Xu Shan's reaction last night, Tang Xiaokang reminded subconsciously, after all, not everyone wants to have mines at home like Mr. Ning. If they don't explain in advance, it would be bad if they get upset and feel unhappy.

"Do you want to pay first?"

He glanced blankly at Tang Xiaokang, the man in white did not understand the meaning of the other party's words.

"No, please wait."

After saying something silently, Tang Xiaokang turned and left without hesitation. He could tell that this was also a person with a mine at home.

It's all about family conditions. You don't even ask the price when you come up, just ask for it.

In order to take care of the evening tasks, the mutton soup has always been stewed slowly in the back kitchen, so that the aroma of the mutton can be more intense and fully mixed with the soup.

Not long after, Tang Xiaokang came out with soup.

Light golden yellow, with a little green onion floating, the mutton covered the whole bowl, and the mutton alone made the man in white feel solid.

The aroma kept pouring into his nose, and he couldn't control it at all. Taking a deep breath, with a hint of pepper, his body seemed to feel a little warm.

"It seems that the old man really didn't scare me."

After muttering softly, the man picked up the mutton and began to taste it.

The mutton has been steamed and stewed for a long time, and it becomes very soft and waxy, but because of the cold weather, it quickly solidifies and is a little chewy.

The fusion of these two conflicting tastes has become extremely unique.

Coupled with the unique taste of Cantonese-style mutton soup, the taste made the man in white close his eyes inadvertently,
He didn't even have the time to speak, his whole head was plunged into the mutton soup.

It didn't take long for him to drink the whole bowl of mutton soup.

"Comfortable~"

Inadvertently hiccupped, recalling the taste he had just tasted, the man felt warm in his body.

After tasting the taste he wanted, the man paid the money with satisfaction. Before leaving, he asked Tang Xiaokang if he would continue to have Cantonese-style mutton soup tomorrow.

"Mutton soup will be served every day."

"That's fine. I'll come back tomorrow. The boss remembers to leave me a bowl. My name is Hong Tao."

When he got to the door, he still didn't forget to tell Tang Xiaokang to leave a bowl of mutton soup for himself tomorrow, and then he left Dongju with peace of mind.

After tidying up the dishes, Tang Xiaokang felt that according to this posture, it would be very difficult for any customers to come again this afternoon.

Time flies.

Just as Tang Xiaokang thought, there were only four guests in the whole afternoon, and one of them was scared away by the price of 60 yuan for a bowl of mutton soup.

The remaining three are tourists, and they stayed to taste Tang Xiaokang's Cantonese-style mutton soup after smelling the aroma, and they were all full of praise.

Some people even posted it on the Internet to promote it, which Tang Xiaokang did not expect.

When it was getting dark, Tang Xiaokang came to the back kitchen.

There is still one third of the mutton soup left in the barrel. Cut the washed fresh radish into pieces and put it into the soup to simmer. The taste of the stuffed radish at this time is absolutely top-notch.

Then put the mutton prepared in the morning on the soup bucket, and steam it with the heat of the mutton soup continuously.

Compared with the old people, there are still some springy mutton, which may not be palatable to them. It takes a certain amount of time to stew the mutton to make it softer and softer.

After doing all this, Tang Xiaokang has already begun to wait for the arrival of Mr. Ning and his wife.

After all, this is related to whether the second dish behind Dongju can appear.

Delicious salt-baked chicken, this dish Tang Xiaokang has also seen in his own recipes, but at the time when the world was in turmoil, his great-grandfather did not have the opportunity to pass this dish to his grandpa.

So even grandpa Tang Youwei is not that good at Tang's delicious salt-baked chicken.

If you can get this dish through the system today, no matter it is for Tang Xiaokang, Dongju or the Tang family, it will be a matter of gratitude.

In winter, the night always comes extremely fast. The weather that was bright at first becomes dim in the blink of an eye, and the street lights on the street gradually turn on.

At the entrance of the alley, the small lights in front of every house are also turned on. There are no street lights in this alley, and all the lighting depends on the guide lights at the entrances of each house. On winter nights, the antique charm is highlighted in this alley. come out.

(End of this chapter)