Wishing Restaurant didn't want to explode

With the festive season approaching, not only orders for mooncakes have skyrocketed, but demand for big dishes such as roast suckling pig and roast duck has also skyrocketed.

After all, moon cakes cannot be eaten as a meal.

Who doesn't want to add a unique and memorable food to their table?

Ji is always the first to order.

If you're in the shopping mall, you have to maintain your interpersonal relationship during the holidays.

"I'm going to have a banquet with some important friends at home in ten days, and I want to order a roast suckling pig in advance."

Liao Chu said: "Yes, but your family's group buying qualification for the next week will be deducted."

As the weather gets colder, roast suckling pigs become more and more popular. Although the number has increased to eight per day, the supply is still in short supply.

a week...

Boss Ji secretly covered his chest, it hurts!

Liao Chu pulled out the memo, "How much do you want?"

Ten days is enough time, but you can choose carefully.

"Eight catties." Boss Ji said.

Eight, send it!

Businessmen are always superstitious.

Speaking of superstitions...

He subconsciously glanced outside the store door, who said, what kind of wishing jar here is quite effective?

How about... I also throw a steel coin?

Liao Chu was lowering his head to write the order when the copper doorbell rang.

Looking up, it was a woman in her 50s, wearing a black gauze dress with white cloth wrapped around her arms.

This is the dress I just attended a funeral.

The moment the door was opened, the sound of pattering rain came into the store, and Liao Chu realized that it was raining again outside at some point.

Many leaves were knocked off and fell to the ground, wet and lonely.

It looked rather bleak.

After autumn rain and cold, there are not many girls with bare legs and skirts on the street.

in a few days...

I'm afraid I'm going to wear long johns.

Mr. Ji subconsciously took a look at the person who came, and unexpectedly found that he had met once, "Mrs. Wang."

The other party was stunned for a moment, and seemed to have spent a long time in his memory before he said softly, "It's Mr. Ji."

Boss Ji nodded, paused, and said, "I've heard about Boss Wang, too. My condolences."

In fact, he is not familiar with Mr. Wang, and has only met a few times at the reception.

But the dead are the most important, so it is always right to say more greetings.

He's only in his fifties, and it's supposed to be the time for a man to show his ambitions...too early.

Mrs. Wang nodded.

Both sides are medium-rare steaks, and they are not familiar with each other. After a short greeting, there is a long silence.

Generally speaking, the death of a loved one is unavoidable, but in this Mrs. Wang, Liao Chu didn't feel any bitterness related to grief.

There is even a little uncontrollable sweetness.

Her husband died and she was happy.

"What would you like to eat?"

Liao Chu didn't care about personal gossip, and only asked aloud.

Mrs. Wang's well-maintained face showed a childish smile, "I read outside the door, today's special chop suey noodles? Make it more spicy."

Her figure is quite plump, her clothes fit well, and her gestures and gestures are full of the charm of a mature woman.

Offal noodles generally refer to mutton offal, which means the scattered pieces left after cooking mutton, such as sheep head, sheep feet, sheep blood, sheep intestines, and even some offal that are not very popular, can be thrown into the pot and cooked together, which is very good taste.

Yesterday, Liao Chu got a whole fat sheep and made many special dishes such as braised lamb chops and cumin lamb.

This morning he made noodles, gathered the remaining minced meat and offal, and then used mutton soup to make haggis noodles.

As the old saying goes, "Autumn wind blows, autumn fat sticks", so it is natural to eat some good nourishment.

But mutton is dry and hot, and the dryness rises in early autumn, so it is easy to get angry if you eat too much.

Liao Chu prepared several medicinal herbs that are cool and fire-removing. They were all packed in large roving bags and boiled together with the sheep skeleton to add more flavor.

Mutton, fish and the like have their own smell, and no matter how much they are cooked, they cannot be completely eliminated, because that is their characteristic.

Those who are used to eating it will naturally love it, but for those who are not used to eating it, it is no less than torture.

But the strange thing is that after Liao Chu's hands passed it once, the fishy smell was weakened to the maximum extent.

Even a person with a sensitive taste like Zhizhi, after coming to Liaoji restaurant for a while, ate all kinds of mutton and fish.

Today it is served with sliced ​​noodles.

He grabbed the dough with one hand and the iron piece with the other, and with a flick of his wrist, the willow leaf-shaped dough piece turned into a white butterfly and flew into the tumbling mutton soup pot.

It's like juggling!

Everyone was stunned, not to mention Zhi Zhi, and they got carried away with the filming.

During this time, she gave her live broadcast room a new name:

Daily life of Liao Kee Restaurant.

At the beginning, some fans were not very happy, thinking that the anchor took money for advertising.

But later, I gradually felt that even if the anchor didn't show anything specially, as long as he showed some restaurant routines, it would... be quite cured? !

Compared with traditional ramen noodles, the texture of knife-shaved noodles is more special, and the special structure of the two ends and the middle width also shortens the time of watering.

In just a few tens of seconds after falling into the pot, the dough pieces have already swirled and floated up.

A good chef not only pays attention to cooking techniques, but also considers jet lag:

The time difference between the ceasefire and delivery to the table.

While there is still a little white heart in the thickest part of the willow leaf noodles, pick it up with a big catcher, put it in a bowl, and serve it on the table.

After the diners blew it, the remaining temperature of the hot soup has fully simmered the white heart, while the edges are still smooth and springy.

After a while, steaming hot suey noodles were served, along with chili sauce and chili oil.

The billowing aroma turns into smoke, like a dragon among the clouds, walking in the store with the tray, drawing a thick and colorful stroke along the way.

The soup base is rich and snow-white, and the noodles buried below the surface of the water have completely disappeared.

The emerald green coriander and red chili oil, like colorful boats, float quietly on the white water.

Before turning around to leave, Guan Wenjing still followed Liao Chu's instructions and reminded: "There are more than one kind of chili peppers in it, which are rich in layers and have great stamina. It's best to add them gradually."

The diner's personal preference is one thing, and the end result is another.

Mrs. Wang smiled, "Okay, thank you for reminding me."

She picked up the chopsticks and tried it out, but found that the black pearl bracelet was in the way, so she took it off.

The valuable jewels were just casually thrown into the bag by the owner, and something jingled when they bumped into it.

Instead, the chop suey noodles on the table are highly prized.

Mrs. Wang looked at it carefully as if she had acquired some new treasure, with a look of nostalgia in her eyes.

She slapped it lightly with her palm, it was so fragrant.

Picking up a piece of gut and putting it into her mouth, she slightly opened her eyes.

The sheep intestines are cleaned very well, without a trace of undue smell, and the heat is just right, very crisp and tender.

The second chopsticks are sheep's head meat, which is strong and springy.

The meat of this part has a special taste, as well as brittle bones, and the distribution is irregular, which is a test of the chef's knife skills.

I thought it was a small street shop, but I didn't expect...

Look away.

She tentatively took two bites first, and then the speed became faster and faster.

But the movements are still very elegant, occasionally stopping to drink a sip of mellow lamb soup.

Although it was just a simple bowl of noodles, it was like tasting some kind of delicacy.

"Boss, this soup is not just mutton soup, is it?"

Mrs. Wang savored a few mouthfuls with a spoon, and always felt that there was still some inexplicable good taste.

What a tricky tongue.

Liao Chu, who was cooking red bean paste inside, was somewhat appreciative after hearing this:

It's always a pleasure to have such hidden little thoughts discovered by others.

"I also added fish bones."

he said.

All the diners shouted in unison.

That's it!

I haven't finished it yet, but it sounds great!

Mrs. Wang suddenly said, "Fish and sheep, fresh, it is true..."

There is always some truth in the words of the ancestors.

After a few mouthfuls of hot soup, the mouth and teeth are fragrant.

The slightly hot stream meanders all the way, the whole stomach stretches out, thin sweat breaks out on the surface of the skin, bringing out the damp and cold air along the way.

Mrs. Wang's face was reddish from the heat, and now she felt very comfortable facing the wind.

She took out the handkerchief with her name embroidered on it and wiped her face, then looked at Liao Chu again, "Young man, can you sit here for a while?"

Liao Chu nodded, "It's up to you."

It was raining and there were not as many customers in the store as usual.

After a while, Mrs. Wang suddenly said: "Do you think it's inappropriate for a woman whose husband just died to come here to eat noodles happily?"

Liao Chu didn't take it seriously.

"Eat when you're hungry, sleep when you're sleepy, there's nothing wrong with it."

"Yeah, eat when you're hungry..."

Mrs. Wang read it slowly, her complicated eyes seemed to see through the heavy rain outside, and saw the unknown distance.

"Do you know?" Mrs. Wang pointed to the empty noodle bowl, "It was really not easy for us to start from scratch. For my birthday, he could only afford a bowl of chop suey noodles."

Having said that, she sighed faintly, "That's really the most delicious food in my memory."

But since when did everything change?

She and her husband raised sheep and started a family. Later, they felt that they could not earn much from selling to others, so they opened their own sheep soup restaurant.

Because the goods are genuine, the Yangtang Restaurant opened another branch...

They became rich, but the nickname of "Shepherd" also became louder.

The husband has a strong self-esteem and feels ashamed. Regardless of his wife's objection, he closes the mutton soup restaurant, risks shifting to woolen textiles, and orders his family not to eat mutton anymore.

He hated the nickname "Shepherd".

It represented a past of poverty and humbleness.

The differences between the couple probably started at that time.

Mrs. Wang didn't understand why she cared so much about other people's opinions.

What about the shepherd?So what about the sheep soup seller?

The less you want to mention it, the more clearly outsiders will remember it.

When a person starts to forget his roots, there is nothing that cannot be discarded, including the previous vows...

From Mrs. Wang's few words and changes in expression, Zhizhi crazily made up a long history of love and hatred.

She sniffed emotionally, "You must be working hard."

That's why you use innocence to cover up your sadness?

"No, little girl, you think too much." Mrs. Wang raised her legs, and her movements were bold and elegant.

It is a kind of mature beauty with thousands of sails.

Zhizhi couldn't cry anymore.

Hmmmm? !

Mrs. Wang looked at her blank expression with a smile, and seemed to find it a little funny.

"I haven't left any regrets in my life. Now I have hundreds of millions of property and a stable career..."

Couldn't be more satisfied.

Moreover, the only man who disappointed her... is dead now!

The son and daughter are very filial to themselves, and the dog man has worked hard for half his life without losing his property, so... Mrs. Wang feels that she can't feel sad at all!

She just felt that she was a little stupid before, so stupid.

Why can't he eat mutton at home if he doesn't like it?

How delicious the mutton is!

Zhizhi: "...it seems, yes."

Chi Jiajia: "..."

Damn, it's dead, the communication between local tyrants!

"When you live to my age, you will understand that it doesn't matter if you have love or not."

Mrs. Wang changed her posture and twirled her fingers without haste, "The important thing is this."

When it comes to relationship issues, Ma Xiaoli is not troubled.

"Money!" she blurted out.

Mrs. Wang smiled and nodded, "This is the necessities of life. Feelings are nothing but luxuries. A person can live without luxuries, but he cannot live without necessities."

From another perspective, as long as there is a solid economic and material foundation, it will be much easier to buy "luxury goods".

Not to mention the little girls who were fascinated, even Hu Shun and the others were lost in thought.

Mrs. Wang continued: "For example, if a person breaks up in love..."

Everyone subconsciously looked at Ma Xiaoli.

Ma Xiaoli: "..."

Heartbroken!

Mrs. Wang chuckled, "If you have enough necessities, there are countless ways to resolve them, such as riding horses, skiing, traveling, or even going to the South Pole. The social circle expands, and the possibility of meeting a more mature and excellent partner is naturally higher. .”

The world is too big and there are too many interesting things.

When you really let go of yourself, you will find that the original sadness is not worth mentioning at all.

Ma Xiaoli: "..."

Damn, she's so worldly!

But... Damn, what she said makes sense!

"Okay, young man," Mrs. Wang stood up and said to Liao Chu, "Thank you for your face, I should go."

Zhizhi looked at the heavy rain outside, and subconsciously asked: "It's raining so hard, where are you going? Why don't you wait."

Mrs. Wang held on to the doorknob, turned her head, and blinked a little slyly, "I'm full, I'm going to spend a while!"

Those bland old clothes in the cloakroom should have gone to him with that dead ghost long ago!

Everyone in the restaurant quietly watched Mrs. Wang leave gracefully.

After a long time, I don't know who made the first exclamation:

"This person... feels so familiar!"

After recovering, everyone pondered for a moment, and then looked at Aunt Zhao who was quietly knitting a sweater in the corner.

found it!

It's you!

Aunt Zhao shook her hair chicly, and suddenly said:

"I just bought a shop on the street yesterday. If any of you want to rent it, I can give you a [-]% discount."

Everyone: "..."

This charter woman's breath is really damn sweet!

A few minutes later, a florist on the same street came to deliver flowers and asked, "Is there a lady here who just lost love?"

Everyone: "..."

Ma Xiaoli: "..."

Yes, that's me!

The florist sent a huge bouquet of roses, "Ah, please sign for it."

Ma Xiaoli was at a loss, "But, who gave this?"

Scumbag?

No, he's not that generous.

The clerk smiled and said, "It's Mrs. Wang, and I left you a card."

Ma Xiaoli: "...!!!"

She quickly opened the card, oh, it still has a faint, nice smell of perfume!

"Little girl, be happy, the world is big and you are beautiful."

Ma Xiaoli: "..."

Woooooo, sister, age and gender are so stuck!

Give Ji Hui!