Sesame Green Bean Garlic

In the third and ninth day, Beijingers began to wear the thickest clothes on their bodies.This winter, the smog is lingering, there is no snow, and the sky is actually not too cold, but when you look around, the surrounding is chaotic, which makes people feel chilly.

In the old alley, at least everyone thinks there is one more interesting thing this winter: Huo Zian's restaurant is about to open.

The signboard was hung low on the lintel, and the colors were plain black and white, not eye-catching at all.All the people in the alley were mobilized, using their pinyin, English, and Russian skills to read the words on the signboard.The result is awkward no matter how you read it.

Later, the version of "Sesame Mung Bean Garlic" spread out somehow, everyone heard it, yes, this is the name that a restaurant should have.After that, everyone called the name with confidence and willfulness.

With the name, the store really has a location in the alley.

Even Huo Zian, everyone was less curious and more cordial.Although Zian felt that the previous dinner was a failure, the old alley did not interpret it this way: his banquet was like a "show" on the stage. To the residents, he already existed.Not only did he exist, but he also served them with good wine and food, and his friendship and etiquette were all considered.As a Beijinger who pays attention to courtesy, he should naturally repay him.

Huo Zian was busy, and would occasionally sit by the street gate to rest.Neighbors come and go, they will chat with him a few words.

"Anzi, when will it open?"

"It's past fifteen—it's almost there."

"Anzi, have you eaten?"

"Eat it, you?"

"Anzi, the underwear store next to the subway has a clearance sale, how many underwear can I get you?"

"No need, aunt, I have enough to wear."

"Anzi, do you have a date?"

"..."

Zi'an was afraid to sit at the street gate and be caught off guard by this question.He also likes to sit at the street gate, seeing people coming and going, and receiving these warm attentions.He was sitting at one end, and Uncle Ma was sitting at the other end of the alley. Even though Uncle Ma was still indifferent to him, he seemed to have no hostility. .

In the past, he didn't understand why Uncle Ma always sat at the door—did he regard himself as the guard of the alley?Now he understands, and actually feels that he looks more and more like Uncle Ma...

However, this little relief cannot help him deal with various difficulties before opening.Zian looked up at the signboard, JeMeSens, which translates to "I feel".He went to France at the age of 15 and took the first French class. The French teacher read him a poem without mentioning words or grammar. Every sentence started with Jemesens. He naturally didn’t know what it meant, but he was confused Got that pronunciation.It's like having a mouthful of sweet water in your mouth, moist and gentle, but there is a danger of overflowing at any time.

So, he used it as the store name.He opened a shop here, didn't he also rely on his feelings?Now that he saw the water in his mouth turned into a solid body, he felt that he had to have the bravery and ability to bear them.People can choose by feeling, but they cannot solve problems by feeling.

The previous dinner was like a rehearsal, allowing him to see clearly the problem——

Inadequate ingredients, ill-conceived menus, weak desserts and, most urgently, a lack of staff.He needs a chef in the kitchen, a waiter in the outfield, and he also needs someone who can design the menu with him, someone who understands the local market and knows how to buy goods.

And, there is also You Liangchen.Keeping him in the kitchen is a scourge, what to do with it?

Huo Zian had a lawsuit on his forehead. At this time, he could only get a moment of peace by escaping into the kitchen and concentrating on cooking.Many famous chefs don't cook by themselves, but Huo Zian loves to cook and is willing to keep every detail under his control, so he always does his work and stays in the kitchen until late at night .He still has this habit now, but his audience has changed from expectant diners to Yu Liangchen who is expressionless.

This is Huo Zian's way of decompressing, cooking for You Liangchen in different ways, and then watching him finish eating.

On this day, Zian negotiated a channel to directly transport seafood by air from Nagasaki, and brought back some fresh deep-sea fish and shellfish, planning to make bouillabaisse for Yu Liangchen.This is a traditional French soup, very simple, stir-fry the soup with tomato, fennel, etc., then add seafood and stew.The technical point of fish soup lies in the timing of adding seafood. It should not be overcooked, and the taste of seafood should be infiltrated into the soup.

Zi'an also followed the practice of Chiang Mai noodles in Thailand, and added fried egg noodles to the soup, which became a hearty staple food.

A large bowl was pushed down in front of You Liangchen. There were bright red shrimp meat and sea rainbow on it, and the snow-white fish meat was coated with a layer of bright red soup. When you got closer, you could smell the fragrance of chives and mint first, and then tomato mixed with seafood strong aroma.The fried noodles are piled in the soup, some of them absorb the soup and become sweet and pliable, while the other part is still crispy.

Huo Zian was still sitting opposite You Liangchen, watching him put the food into his mouth mouthful.You Liangchen eats very efficiently, without rushing or rushing, a bowl of food that is silently drained, like a stone dropped into the lake, and there is no trace in a blink of an eye.

Huo Zian feels bad every time he sees him eating.He would rather watch those picky people eat, at least he knows what they like and what they hate.And he cooked several meals for Yu Liangchen, every time he ate it clean, there was not a drop of soup left, but you knew he didn't enjoy it at all.

Same this time.He put down the fork, said "thank you", and took the bowl to the sink, washing the pot along the way.

Huo Zian leaned next to him, "I heard that people in Beijing are poor, why are you acting like a gourd?"

"Beijingers also have a variety of styles."

"Besides thank you, can you say something more?"

You Liangchen thought for a while: "Say what?"

"How do you like this noodle soup?"

You Liangchen looked at Zi'an, and said, "It's still—" Zi'an hurriedly stopped him, "Don't say it's okay!"

You Liangchen's thick eyebrows moved slightly, "It's not bad."

Zian snorted, "Hey, what's your favorite food?"

"whatever."

"What's the most annoying thing?"

You Liangchen raised his head, looking at Huo Zian with bright black eyes.Huo Zian thought it was an answer that didn't itch or hurt again, but he heard You Liangchen say: "I just have one thing to worry about—can you stop staring at me while I'm eating?"

Huo Zian has rich experience and has read countless people. He is thick-skinned enough, and smiled immediately: "I can't. If I don't stare at you, how do I know if you are eating well?"

You Liangchen is also not polite: "I can eat a sesame seed cake outside, so don't worry about it."

"That's because you haven't eaten good ones," Huo Zian wanted to continue teasing him, "People's taste buds, just like love, need to develop experience and receive more stimulation. You can find a random biscuit, you can also It might be a good idea to make do with it; but if you get to know more people and meet a few more, you will know what it is that can really touch this place." He pointed at You Liangchen's chest.

While wiping the water on the pots and bowls, Yu Liangchen said: "That's because you haven't eaten the sesame seed cakes well. Eat the sesame seed cakes hot or cold, spring, summer, autumn and winter are not the same taste, but meat sandwiched is the same taste." , wrapped in sugar is another taste. You take a bite and put it aside, and then go around to eat omnivores, and then you say that the sesame seed cakes are not good, isn’t the sesame seed cakes pitiful?”

Zian was stunned by the words.What "taste buds are the same as love", he just said it casually, but Yu Liangchen's words are not unreasonable.Besides, this kid is from Beijing after all, no matter how indifferent he is usually, his ability to run people is really unambiguous.

He had nothing to refute, so he continued to tease, "I'm a foreigner, don't fool me, sesame seed cakes are filled with stuffing, isn't it called pie?"

You Liangchen is happy.

When he smiled, his lips curled up in a beautiful arc, and his whole body came alive.Sometimes he thought Huo Zian was awesome, and sometimes he thought he was a stick. All in all, Huo Zian was a new existence to him.The people who ate outside couldn't feel the tough meal before, but he was in the back kitchen, and he witnessed with his own eyes how much effort such a meal took.Huo Zian not only completed all the steps accurately, but also calmly after more than 30 hours of work. His hair, face, and clothes are neat and tidy, without any signs of fatigue or embarrassment.You Liangchen admired his perseverance and ability, but there are too many capable people in the capital. He feels that Huo Zian is different from many people in that he has a child-like innocence.He will insist on some things inexplicably, and often competes with himself.Beside Yu Liangchen, in this ancient capital and the imperial capital, even the bouncing teenagers are still old people.They have known the bottom of life and the bottom line of human relationship very early on. They are precocious people, and they will not hit the wall no matter how hard they jump.

But Huo Zian is different, he is not like the adults and old people around him at all, he has his own reasons for doing things, and this reason seems to be greater than all the reasons outside combined.So he does things on his own, sometimes even inexplicably, for example, he must cook for Yu Liangchen, and he doesn't ask him for money...

You Liangchen rarely saw someone like Huo Zian, so he inevitably felt that he was quite funny.