The lonely foodie

"Hello." The short-haired girl greeted Mo Bai with a smile, "I am the blogger of the gourmet blog "Food Color". May I ask if you run a hot pot restaurant? I see that all you buy are hot pot ingredients."

Mo Bai didn't know what a food blog meant, and the girl was too enthusiastic, her body was so close, and she could smell the perfume on her body.

He took two steps back in embarrassment, distanced himself from the girl, and looked at Ivan for help.

"Tell me what you have to say." Ivan inserted himself between the two of them and forced his way out through a wall of flesh. Mo Bai finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The little boy in front of him is eighteen or nine years old, and the childishness in his bright eyes still hasn’t faded. The food blogger obviously doesn’t want to take him seriously, but he still politely handed him a business card.

"My name is Zhang Yan." The girl said, "We are currently publishing a hot pot topic. We originally focused on Yijia Hot Pot, but... After communicating with their person in charge, there is some conflict of ideas, so I want to find another one. My family, I just heard that you picked the ingredients, and I think they are very professional and very careful, if it is convenient for you, we can visit the store."

"No need." As soon as I heard that it was related to Yi's hot pot, Ivan didn't want to get involved.

Zhang Yan didn't expect the other party to refuse so decisively, thinking that the other party didn't understand the value of "food sex", she hurriedly explained, "Food sex is quite well-known in the local area, if you can make a special issue, it will be very helpful for your expansion .”

"We will think about it and contact you if we agree." Mo Bai was half a head taller than Ivan, and was blocked by Ivan at the moment, so Zhang Yan could only raise his head and talk to him.

"Okay, then I'll wait for your news." Zhang Yan is confident that as long as the other party goes back and checks the information on "Food Sex", he will take the initiative to contact her.

Before cooking the hot pot base, you need to hang the broth first. Ivan helped to deal with the cob bone, the old hen and an old duck and was about to escape. I walked to an Internet cafe and invited my teammates to eat chicken in the afternoon.

Mo Bai grabbed Ivan's waistband with a backhand, "Where are you going?"

"Playing games, I have an appointment in the afternoon." Ivan was boastful, and really regarded himself as the shopkeeper.

Mobai is undoubtedly the hardest mistress in history, with money and hard work, it's not a good deal.

"You are not allowed to go." Xiao Er showed the bearing of a parent, and began to teach the shopkeeper a lesson.

"I'm fine here, and I won't do the rest." Xiao Er got angry, and the shopkeeper's arrogance was instantly extinguished by three points.

"Pull up a stool, sit by the side and learn." After Mo Bai finished speaking, he let go of his hand, and the elastic band on the waist of his trousers bounced back, causing Ivan to scream in pain.

Ivan reluctantly moved a small mat, sat down towards the kitchen door, and made a grimace with his knees propped up.

Mo Bai turned his head, just in time to meet the half grimace that he didn't have time to take back, the expression was extremely distorted, it really looked ghostly.

Mo Bai smiled and shook his head, children nowadays really do not know their blessings while they are in the midst of their blessings. The apprentices at Tiantianju only had to practice cutting radishes for half a year.

Put the stick bone, an old hen and an old duck in cold water to soak in bleeding water, break the big stick bone, chop the chicken and duck into large pieces, add water and start to boil.

After the water boils, use a spoon to wipe off the foam on the surface of the soup, then turn to low heat and hang it slowly. This pot of soup will hang for 6-8 hours.

"Keep in mind that no chicken is not fresh, no duck is not fragrant, and no bone is not thick." After the soup was served, Mo Bai turned his head and said to Ivan.

Ivan supported his head and repeated, "No chicken is not fresh, no duck is not delicious, no bone is not thick."

Butter is generally used as the bottom material for frying hot pot, and Mobai adds a little lard and chicken oil to it to enhance the flavor.

Pixian Douban should not be too much, otherwise it is easy to stick to the pan and cause burnt. The color improvement mainly depends on Ciba chili.

After the spices are put into the pot, they need to be stir-fried continuously on a low heat. After the smell of the spices is all over the room, the peppercorns are finally put in, covered with a lid off the heat and stewed.

The bottom of the pot was boiled, and the broth over there was still lukewarm. At this time, the various aromas in the kitchen could not contain it, overflowing the lake far away.

Mo Bai was so busy that he was sweating, and when he turned his head, Ivan fell asleep leaning against the door frame, with a lock of sweaty hair hanging loosely on his forehead.

Ivan, who was sleeping soundly, looked like an innocent child, one couldn't help but want to... kick him.

"Huh?" Ivan, who was kicked awake, opened his eyes in confusion.

"Don't sleep on the vent." Mo Bai lathered his hands and stared at him.

Ivan sniffed and sneezed as expected.

He is familiar with the smell of the hot pot base, but the smell is a little different from the previous ones, less spicy and pungent, and more fragrant.

"In autumn, it's easy to be hot and dry. Adding rock sugar, baikou, sugarcane strips, and Luo Han Guo when frying the base can relieve the hotness of the pepper." Mo Bai rinsed off the foam on his hands under the faucet, and asked again, " Does ice powder know?"

Ivan was going around the room, looking for where to find a small book to write down what Mo Bai said, Bing Tang, Bai Kou and so on.

Hearing Mo Bai's question, he stopped quickly and nodded obediently.

"Will you do it?"

Ivan shook his head again. Yijia Hot Pot also sells ice powder, but they are all made by the aunts in the back kitchen. He really doesn't know how to do this.

Mo Bai found a piece of clean gauze and wrapped a pack of ice powder seeds, submerged in half a basin of cool white leaves and kneaded slowly.

He also instructed Ivan, "Take half a bowl of lime, add water and mix well, put it aside and let it settle for a while."

Ivan hurriedly went to adjust the lime water, and forgot to find a small notebook to record things. He was in a hurry all afternoon, as if he had really done something.

After the lime water settled, the ice powder seeds on Mobai's side had been kneaded to form a slurry. After stirring with hands and feeling resistance, the lime water was slowly injected into the ice powder.

When Mo Bai went to buy ice powder seeds, the store recommended a kind of thing called "ice powder powder" packed in a small colorful bag, saying that it can be made into ice powder by adding water directly. Mo Bai paid attention to the formula, and ice powder seeds It was completely two things, so I refused.

This era is good, life is stable, and many things are convenient, but because of the pursuit of convenience, some good things are being discarded.

"Xiaofan, boil brown sugar." Mo Bai held a porcelain mug and leaned against the railing to drink tea, while Ivan was made to run around in the kitchen.

Cut the brown sugar into small pieces, put it in a water-free and oil-free pot and simmer slowly over low heat until the brown sugar is completely melted and has a slightly burnt aroma. Add water and boil, and the brown sugar water for making ice powder is ready.

The crystal clear ice powder is topped with a large spoonful of burnt brown sugar. The trembling ice powder enters the mouth, and it explodes when the tip of the tongue touches it, leaving the mouth full of ice cold.

Ivan handed a bowl of ice powder with brown sugar water to Mo Bai's hand, took his tea mug over, turned around and went into the kitchen and brought out a bowl for himself.

The two of them leaned on the railing, eating in one bite, and the heat of early autumn slowly dissipated.

"What's the name of this lake?" Mo Bai suddenly remembered that after so long, he still didn't know the name of this lake.

"Ming Lake." Ivan replied, "The sun and the moon are bright, the fish in the lake are delicious, and the fish belly is peeled off, and the meat inside is pink. It is not allowed to be caught now, but it is still possible to catch fish once in a while." Available and cheap."

"Where is that river over there?" Mo Bai pointed to a meandering river in the distance, and the river was full of weeping willows and cherry blossom trees.

Ivan paused, and when he saw the river, he thought of Ivan Gang, and sighed softly, "The moat."

Mo Bai's eyebrows also twitched, his father was charged as a profiteer by the enemy back then, and he couldn't bear the humiliation, so he threw himself into the moat.

When the setting sun dyed the lake water orange-pink, guests came one after another.

He Guang and Du Yang brought a pot of hydroponic lucky bamboo as a gift for the opening. He Guang spent a long time in the flower and bird market before choosing a pot of 10, which means perfection.

Daniu and his wife took their children Liu Zhi and Liu Shan upstairs with a smile.

In the year Liu Zhi was born, Daniu sold Bobo Chicken, which was skewered on skewers, hence the name of the child.When Liu Shan was born, Daniu sold three cannons. In Sichuan dialect, "three" and "mountain" sound the same, so it is called "Liu Shan".

After listening to Daniu's explanation of the names of the two children, Ivan stuck out his tongue. Luckily, the Three Cannons were not named Liu Dapao.

"Da Pao, don't be crazy, the copper pot on the table is very hot." Just as he was thinking of this, he suddenly heard Daniel's wife yell at Liu Shan.

Ivan was shocked.

"My nickname is Da Pao." Daniel explained with a smile.

"Is that brother's nickname called Chicken?" Ivan asked with his eyes wide open.

"That's not true." Liu Zhu took a big sip of the ice powder with Mobai in his hand, and then jumped out to explain, "My nickname is Bobo."

Ivan nodded solemnly, it was better than a chicken, and also better than a cannon.

To Ivan's surprise, Fat Sister and Lao Qi also came, and they brought congratulatory gifts...two...scallion pancakes?

Mo Bai greeted Fat Sister with a smile and they sat down.

The door of the house was wide open, and the wind was blowing from the lake. Even though I was eating hot pot, I didn't feel hot.

Daniu picked up a piece of fresh hairy tripe and boiled it in the pot, put it on the oil plate, wrapped it with sesame oil dipping sauce, stuffed it into his mouth, it was indescribably spicy and refreshing.

Daniel asked Mobai Maodu how to choose ingredients, and Mobai smiled, "Maodu is divided into upper and lower parts. Generally, the lower part is chosen, and the taste is thinner and more delicate. In fact, as long as the ingredients are fresh, freshness can produce good taste. "

Lao Qi pursed his lips, and said lightly, the price of fresh and good ingredients has doubled, and no one will buy it in a place like the snack street.

Pig brains and duck intestines with yellow throat, hairy belly, all of them were put into the pot, and the crimson soup was constantly tumbling with meat, meat and vegetables, reflecting people with different thoughts.

Fat Sister and Lao Qi came here with the mentality of watching a joke, but they didn't expect that they were the ones who ate the most.Fat sister was sweating profusely after eating, and she looked more and more like a freshly baked white flour steamed bun.

Du Yang and He Guang had quarreled all the way before they came, but now they both look unsightly, and they don't talk much, they only focus on eating with their heads down.

Da Pao beat up a classmate at school today, and just now I don't know what topic brought up this matter again, now Da Pao is surrounded by his parents, one on the left and one on the right, scolding both men and women.

An old wooden table, an old copper pot, the whole room is filled with the smell of spicy and delicious, you eat chopsticks, I speak, full of smoke and fire in the world.

Ivan sat facing the wall painting, rubbed his eyes, and found that there was a big tank at the door on the painting.

"What's that?" Ivan pointed to the big tank and asked Mo Bai.

With a piece of green tribute vegetables held between the tip of the black chopsticks, he followed his fingers and explained with a smile, "That big vat is placed at the door for the passing drivers to drink water. The tea in it is not good tea, but The water is changed every day."

Ivan looked over steadily, and understood that Mo Bai had started hysteria again.