Chapter 40 Soy Sauce Chicken

Baohualou usually has about 100 tables that are always full, but today there are only four tables of guests. At this time, the four masters and apprentices, Sister Hua, a chopper and a waiter are all surrounding Yue Ning who is eating clay pot rice.

Today's experience made them all like this young girl who had just arrived in Hong Kong. Yue Ning took all the anger they had endured these days.

Yue Ning was eating the clay pot rice made by Yue Baohua's little apprentice. She finished one bowl and had another. She was really hungry!

She had never been hungry since she left Xiaoyanggou. Today, she misjudged the time it would take to get from Yuecheng to the port, and only prepared water for the journey, but no dry food. She finally experienced the feeling of hunger again.

Sister Hua looked distressed and lovingly brought the pork rib soup to Yue Ning: "Ningning, eat slowly and have some soup."

The five-fingered peach and pork ribs soup is also a soup that Yue Ning particularly likes. It has a mellow taste and the unique aroma of Chinese herbal medicine from the five-fingered peach. She drank two sips and continued to eat.

"Your uncle Ah Ming may not be very good at cooking other dishes, but his clay pot rice is one of the best in Baohualou. Isn't it delicious?" Sister Hua said, "We are not like that restaurant across the street. In order to serve the food quickly, they soak the rice directly. The rice cooked that way loses its fragrance and tastes bad."

Yue Ning can also taste this. Claypot rice is one of the main categories of Ning BBQ. She and the R&D team adjusted the taste countless times before adjusting it to a satisfactory state, and finally formulated a standard operating manual.

Just like what Sister Hua said, even with a standard operating manual, some companies that like to make quick money and pursue cost reduction and efficiency improvement will still make changes after copying it. In their previous life, their competitors also changed to soaking the rice first to save time.

"Delicious, delicious!" Yue Ning put the last bite of rice into his mouth and looked at his grandfather's apprentice. "Uncle A Ming, it's really delicious! Especially since you added potatoes in it. I eat potatoes for three meals a day in the northwest. After taking this bite, I feel like I'm back home in the northwest."

"How can you add potatoes to clay pot rice? Ah Ming just likes to add these randomly." Ah Song said about his junior fellow apprentice.

"No, no! Uncle Asong, I also like to add random things, and so does my dad." Yue Ning shook his head, as if he remembered something. "Uncle A Ming, my dad taught me how to make clay pot rice. He has a trick. He uses half Maba oil glutinous rice and half Thai rice. The two kinds of rice are mixed and taste more layered. After washing the rice, not only should you brush oil on the bottom of the pot, but you should also add lard and a little salt to the rice and stir evenly. This way the rice grains are more moist and have a base flavor without affecting the dryness of the rice. The burnt aroma of the rice crust will also be more intense. There are no such ingredients in the northwest. After returning to Yuecheng, I tried it once, and my father's old customer, Grandpa Zhou, said it was very delicious."

In fact, this is the standard practice summarized by Ning Shaola's research and development team after repeated improvements.

Ah Ming's eyes suddenly lit up: "Why didn't I think of that? I'll try it right away, and you guys can try it later?"

"Well, let's try." Yue Ning touched his belly, "I should be able to eat another bowl."

"I'll be there right away." Meeting a diner like Yue Ning who both gave face and offered friendly suggestions, A Ming was in high spirits and immediately went into the kitchen.

Yue Baohua had seen Yue Ning teaching everyone how to cook in the kitchen of Fuyun Building. She liked to give instructions to others inadvertently like this.

Seeing Yue Ning finished eating, Sister Hua said enthusiastically: "Ningning, I'll take you to the room."

"Wait a minute, I have to marinate the chicken first." Yue Ning said, standing up.

Yue Baohua took out a brand new chef's uniform and Yue Ning changed into it.

Although the block where Baohua Building is located is relatively old, the building is newly decorated and the facilities are also good. Air conditioning is installed from the lobby to the kitchen. Unlike Fuyun Building, when you put on your chef uniform, your clothes will be soaked after a night market. Hong Kong City is different after all. No wonder everyone wants to come here.

As soon as Yue Ning entered the kitchen, he smelled the aroma of clay pot rice: "Uncle Ming, it smells so good!"

"The Thai fragrant rice has a stronger aroma, and adding it in really adds to the flavor." Ming came over, "What are you going to do?"

"I'll braise some meat first and make our Northwest Roujiamo."

Yue Baohua soaked the pork belly and pig's trotters in clean water as Yue Ning requested, and took Yue Ning over to see: "What do you think of this meat?"

Yue Ning picked up the meat and took a look: "It's just the right amount of fat and lean."

Yue Baohua took out four chickens from the refrigerator: "It has been cleaned. The chicken belly fat is in the refrigerator. Do you want to use it now?"

"No need for the chicken belly fat. I'll marinate the chicken first to make it tasty." Yue Ning asked, "Grandpa, have you cut the chicken and meat into cubes?"

"It's done."

Last time in Beijing, Yue Ning made Dongping chicken rice, and Cui Huiyi couldn't forget it. Qiao Junxian was also interested in Cui Huiyi and kept talking about eating chicken rice last time in Yuecheng. Yue Ning considered that Grandpa Zhou was old and had oyster rice at noon, so he should eat something light at night. Dongping chicken rice was too greasy with chicken fat and pork belly, which was not good for the body, so he made beef soup rice noodles. Although Grandpa Zhou and Qiao Junxian both said it was delicious, they still missed the bowl of chicken rice.

Besides, she couldn't make Qiao Junxian's favorite fish soup today, because in two days she would compete with Ding Shengqiang in making fish soup to reveal the truth about Shenghualou's shoddy work. How could she let her three uncles see her skill of deboning fish? If Ding Shengqiang knew about it, it would be troublesome.

So Qiao Junxian had to eat the Dongping chicken rice that he had been talking about for a long time.

Sister Hua stood by and watched Yue Ning pickling the chicken and asked her, "Ning Ning, do you really want to compete with Ding Shengqiang in making fish soup? Fish soup is Ding Shengqiang's specialty, just like your uncle Ming's clay pot rice."

"I have my grandfather's inheritance and my father's tips." Yue Ning smiled playfully, "Sister Hua, shall we try Uncle Ming's improved clay pot rice first?"

At this time, Ah Ming opened the pot and poured a spoonful of Baohualou's secret clay pot rice sauce into the rice. The sauce seeped into the bottom of the pot, accompanied by a "sizzling" sound, and the aroma of rice, bacon and the wonderful aroma of the sauce being roasted emanated. Even though Yue Ning had already eaten two bowls of clay pot rice, he couldn't help but be greedy at this time.

Ah Ming turned off the fire and covered the pot again. Yue Ning stared at the casserole and yelled, "Bowls, bowls, chopsticks."

Seeing her like this, A Ming felt a sense of accomplishment and brought her bowl and chopsticks first.

Ah Ming opened the lid of the pot again and started to mix the rice with a wooden spatula. The rice, cured meat and sauce gradually blended together. The browned rice crust at the bottom of the pot was scooped up, and the wooden spatula broke into pieces. He took the bowl from Yue Ning and filled her half a bowl.

Yue Ning picked up a piece of rice crust, blew it gently, and took a bite. It was crispy. The clay pot rice made by an experienced cook like Uncle Ming is more soulful than the clay pot rice made by Ning Shao La according to the standard operating manual. Yue Ning gave Uncle Ming a thumbs up.

Yue Baohua was also eating. Ah Ming's other dishes were average, but his clay pot rice was good. In this aspect, Ah Ming had completely learned the true skills of Yue Baohua.

Zhirong's small change really adds a lot of flavor to this pot of clay pot rice. The rice aroma is more intense. Originally, the bottom of the clay pot was always not evenly coated with oil, so the crispness of the rice crust was inconsistent. Now that the rice grains are coated with oil, this problem no longer exists, and the crispness of the rice crust is more even. In the same way, clay pot rice is stirred, and there will always be rice grains that are not evenly mixed. The slightly salty rice grains also make the taste more balanced.

"The rice has both the oiliness of oily rice and the fragrance and freshness of silky rice. The rice crust is crispier and tastes better." Asong also praised.

Ah Ming said happily: "I just heard Ning Ning say it and I thought it was a good idea."

Sister Hua now understood: "Ningning, did your father teach you the trick to disassemble the fish soup?"

Yue Ning finished eating the clay pot rice and put down his bowl and chopsticks: "Just like the little trick of this bowl of clay pot rice."

"Then I feel relieved." Sister Hua said.

Yue Ning lowered the heat of the braised meat. "Uncle and aunt, the restaurant across the street is just a Shenghua restaurant. They don't intend to cook properly. What the customer just said shows that they are far behind in terms of ingredients and care. They are a different customer group from ours. In the long run, we don't need to pay too much attention to them. It's just that their disgusting behavior like taping things up can be dealt with."

Yue Ning had experienced a similar backstab in her previous life. That was when Ning Shaola was preparing to go public, the management team left, and the entire recipe was copied. In those days, she actually had no confidence that she could stand up again, and she was so anxious that she had a large patch of neurodermatitis on her neck. Should she start a price war? If she did, where would the funds come from? While she was anxious, there was no cliff-like loss of customers. Many reviews of the same products from two companies appeared on the Internet, and foodies voted for Ning Shaola.

Of course, it is impossible to avoid price wars in the domestic market, but at least the quality is there, and they do not need to lower prices to the point where they are unprofitable. After overcoming the difficulties of survival, they developed smoothly afterwards.

"Then why do you want to compete with him in cooking? Do you really want to teach him?" Sister Hua didn't understand.

"He is my grandfather's apprentice, and my grandfather taught him the craft." Yue Ning said with a smile, "I only teach him how to be a good man."

Before Yue Ning came, no one would believe this. But after what she did just now, who dared not to believe it now?

"Let's go to the room and take a shower before coming down." Yue Ning said, "It's so hot on the bus."

"Come on, let's go together." said Sister Hua.

"Ningning, are these pig's trotters used to make pork trotter ginger? I don't see this dish on the menu?" Asong asked.

Yue Ning said: "I use it to make soy sauce chicken."

"Pig's trotters? Soy sauce chicken?" Ah Ming asked. How could these two unrelated things be connected? Ah Ming looked confused.

"You'll find out soon!"

With this voice, Yue Ning left his questions to the people in the kitchen and followed Sister Hua and Grandpa upstairs.

Yue Baohua originally thought that he could live in Baohua Building, and his granddaughter should live in the 800-square-foot house in Repulse Bay.

But when I told my child, he didn't want to go. The restaurant is in Kowloon, and living in the south of Hong Kong Island, we have to go through the tunnel, which is a waste of time.

She would rather live in Baohua Building. The accommodation conditions in Baohua Building must be better than Xiaoyanggou, right?

Yue Baohua listened to her and cleaned up a room of nearly 200 square feet in the past few days and asked Sister Hua, who has a daughter, to help decorate it.

Sister Hua carried Yue Ning's suitcase and said to her, "Ning Ning, I went to many places to choose curtains and bedding for you..."

Yue Ning had some small expectations in her heart. Walking past the balcony, she saw the pink curtains on the window, and she had a bad feeling. The door was pushed open, and there were pink curtains, white furniture with pink edges, and a Minnie doll wearing a pink skirt on the pink bedding.

"Ningning, do you like it?" Yue Baohua asked expectantly.

Yue Ning seldom wears pink clothes, and there are rarely large areas of pink decorations in her home. This is related to her mother in her previous life.

Her mother in her previous life never cared about what she liked. She just liked to dress her in pink clothes and told her that girls should be well-behaved, sensible and obedient so that they could marry well.

Pink room, pink clothes, ballet, piano, violin, etc. She wanted to swim, and the track and field team selected her, but her mother opposed everything. Whenever she resisted, her mother would say how much effort she put into training her, and everything was for her own good.

What’s funny is that her mother can ask her two or three times in a row if she wants to drink tomato and pork ribs soup, and every time she answers that she does, but what is served on the table may be radish and pork ribs soup, or old duck soup, but it will definitely not be tomato and pork ribs soup.

They sent her younger brother to Australia. Even though her grades were good enough for admission to Peking University or Tsinghua University, her mother cried and made a fuss before the college entrance examination and did not allow her to apply to universities outside her hometown. She told her that she must apply to the best school in Guangdong City, saying that this academic qualification was enough for a girl.

She knew she shouldn't be influenced by her mother, but how could she not be influenced by her mother's words and deeds? In the end, her college entrance examination score ranked just over 300 in the province, and she applied to a school in Shanghai. With her parents threatening not to give her living expenses, she packed her bags and went to Shanghai.

Pink is obviously a lovely color, and some pink brocades are gentle and gorgeous, but subconsciously, she will avoid them.

Grandpa's heartfelt gift, Sister Hua has been busy for so long, Yue Ning pretended to like it very much: "So beautiful, Grandpa, are you going to raise me as a little princess?"

Yue Baohua was very happy that his granddaughter liked the dolls so much. He even took Yue Ning to the bookcase and showed her two Barbie dolls.

This... Yue Ning really wanted to tell her grandfather that she was no longer old enough to play with Barbie dolls.

There is a tape recorder on the desk and a TV opposite the bed. The air conditioner is on now, and there is a private bathroom in the room. Except for the pink color, it is really a very exquisite room.

Yue Ning opened the suitcase, took out two boxes of chicken biscuits, and a silk scarf and gave it to Sister Hua: "Aunt, I know there are chicken biscuits in Gangcheng. I brought them here and I'll share them with everyone. This silk scarf is for you."

"You are so polite, kid." Sister Hua took the things and saw a roll of paper in her box. She asked, "What is this?"

Yue Ning took out the brush, ink, paper and inkstone, put them in the bookcase, and said, "Xuan paper. The brush, ink, paper and inkstone I bought at the Friendship Store may be a little more expensive in Gangcheng."

Sister Hua was stunned for a moment: "Ningning also knows calligraphy."

"Yes." Yue Ning studied under Mo Weiwen, a calligraphy and painting enthusiast in this life. In his previous life, he hired a famous master to teach him after he became rich.

Once the pens, ink, paper and inkstone were taken away, all that was left in the box were clothes. They were colorful, but there was no pink.

Yue Baohua saw this and remembered that when he and Ningning were shopping in a department store in the mainland, Ningning had never seen pink clothes.

Sister Hua opened the closet and said, "Ningning, pajamas and robes. I bought them according to the size your grandfather described. Take a shower first. If you need anything, tell me."

As expected, the pajamas are still pink. Sister Hua really has a special liking for pink.

Yue Ning saw Grandpa and Sister Hua off, closed the door, and took out a cold gray jacquard sambo satin sleeveless top and a pair of green heavy double crepe trousers.

Yue Ning took a shower and washed her clothes with a little shampoo. Silk is delicate and cannot be exposed to the sun, so she found a corner on the balcony that was not exposed to the sun and was about to hang up her clothes.

The clothes couldn't be wrung too hard, as water would drip. She was afraid that the water would flow downstairs, so she leaned out to see if there were any clothes or quilts drying downstairs. Fortunately, downstairs was clean, but why was there someone sneaking around and looking around?

This passage is between Baohua Building and the building next door, and it is the passage from the front street to the back alley. There is an iron gate at the exit to the front street, which is made of iron sheets above and below. There is a waistline at the height of one person, with lattices, and the street can be seen clearly through the lattices.

This passage should be used by Baohualou to purchase goods. It leads directly from the front street to the back kitchen and is usually closed.

Yue Ning hung up her clothes, closed the door, looked down, and found a place to stay. She was used to climbing mountains and crossing ridges, and liked to take shortcuts.

Yue Ning flipped down from the third floor, using the sewer pipe for leverage, and landed in the alley silently like a cat. This person focused all his attention on the street and didn't notice anyone behind him.

Until Yue Ning walked over and put his hand on the man's shoulder, the man asked, "Is someone here?"

She asked back, "Who's coming?"

Hearing the wrong voice, the man turned around and saw Yue Ning had already grabbed his neck.

This person is too careless. For those like her who go out to herd sheep in the wild, the old people would always tell you that if you encounter such a situation, you must not look back. If you look back, you will be sucked of your yang energy if you encounter a ghost, or your throat will be bitten by a wolf if you encounter one.

The man's eyes were cross-eyed, and his eyeballs were almost squeezed together. He wanted to scream but couldn't.

Seeing the cross-eyed look, Yue Ning reacted immediately.

After Grandpa Qiao knew about her relationship with Uncle Mo, he immediately sent someone to thoroughly investigate the details of the incident that day, and found out the details of the two hooligans who were causing trouble with adhesive tape. One of them was cross-eyed, nicknamed Doujihui; the other was very tall, nicknamed Gao Laocheng.

Qiao Junxian also brought these information to her when he sent her the documents. Grandpa Qiao didn't want to interfere, so he asked Qiao Junxian to ask if he wanted to deal with these two people together.

Yue Ning was so frightened by this that she trembled in her heart. How could she bear to see the free traffic disappear? She immediately rejected it and decided to keep them to advertise for Baohua Building.

Look, Doujihui ran into the muzzle of the gun. Yue Ning smiled: "Did Sister Li or her man ask you to come? What do you want to do?"

The man kicked hard, but Yue Ning turned his hand and pressed him against the wall: "Doujihui, speak!"

"How do you know me?"

"Is Gao Laocheng keeping watch outside?" Yue Ning chuckled, "Didn't you two put adhesive tape in the dishes at Baohua Building?"

"You...you...know?"

"Tell me first, what do you want to do?"

The wall of the tenement building was not very smooth, so Yue Ning moved up and down. The man's face seemed to be not very thick, so he was scratched. He screamed in pain: "I'm telling you, I'm telling you, Sister Li heard that you invited friends today..."

Yue Ning let him go. Doujihui wanted to run, but Yue Ning caught up with him in two steps and pressed him against the wall again. This time, she used the wall as a washboard, swiping up and down, and asked, "I'm about to let you go, why are you running?"

"No more running, no more running."

Yue Ning let him go again, and this time both sides of his face were covered with blood. Yue Ning asked: "Do you know why I know about you two?"

"How did you know?" This was also the question in Doujihui's mind.

Yue Ning sneered: "Her husband, the stacker, didn't even dare to vent her anger, and you guys dare to take on such a job? Do you want to go up the mountain to feed the birds, or go down to the sea to feed the fish? Wait a minute, open your cross-eyed eyes and take a good look at who I invited!"

Doujihui squeezed his eyes together again. He wiped the blood off his face and had no idea what Yue Ning meant.

"Just watch carefully, and think about it carefully after you see it clearly. If you don't want to be in trouble with me, go in tonight when Shenghualou is crowded, yelling and cursing all the way, and say that Zhang Lili asked you to put tape in the dishes at Baohualou last time but didn't pay you. Then drag Zhang Lili out and slap her hard a few times."

"Hit her?" He was not particularly afraid of Zhang Lili, but the man behind her was the one that Doujihui was afraid of.

"That's why I asked you to take a good look at the people I hired before making a decision." Yue Ning looked at him with a smile, "You still have time to think about it slowly."

Under Doujihui's cross-eyed gaze, Yue Ning returned along the original path and returned to the balcony. She also waved to Doujihui.

Yue Ning was in a good mood and was about to go downstairs, but when she looked down, she found that her brand new sambo satin top had been hooked by a thin thread. Suddenly, she felt terrible. Uncle Mo had always warned her not to rush or take shortcuts. Now, a beautiful dress was ruined. It was so sad! I really wanted to cry!

Downstairs, the neighbors who had just missed the wonderful show came to Baohua Building and were gossiping with Sister Hua and the others.

Speaking of the incident of Yue Ning stuffing money into Zhang Lili's chest, those who didn't see it with their own eyes said they missed the fun.

"Tell me, does Uncle Hua's granddaughter really not understand, or is she pretending not to understand?"

"Of course she understands. She can even say that she is the boss and not the madam. How could she not understand?"

"Uncle Hua's granddaughter doesn't look rustic at all. She doesn't look like she's from the mainland at all."

Although they have only known each other for a short time, Sister Hua has already regarded Yue Ning as her own child: "If you count two generations ago, who is not from the mainland? Among the several wealthy people in Hong Kong, which one is native to Hong Kong? If not from Ningbo, Shanghai, or Chaoshan, which one of them is unsophisticated? For example, nowadays, the tailor shop says "Shanghai Master" and the barber shop is called Shanghai Perm. Who says that people from the mainland must be unsophisticated? Our Ningning can also do calligraphy and painting."

"She probably didn't go to college, did she? Our family..."

"I know that your son Ajie was admitted to the University of Hong Kong, Sister Lan. You talk about it every day, every day. All the cats and dogs on this street know that your son Ajie is a good student." A neighbor interrupted Sister Lan's boasting.

This Lan Jie is a good person in every way, except that she loves to brag about her eldest son's academic performance and intelligence, and how he was admitted to the University of Hong Kong. Everyone is so tired of hearing this.

When Yue Ning heard this, it had a different effect. She took two steps at a time and walked forward, put her hands on Sister Hua's sturdy shoulders, and asked, "Aunt Hua, did this aunt's son get into HKU?"

"Yes! Yes!" Finally there was a new listener, Sister Lan was very happy, "My Ajie..."

Yue Ning listened carefully for a while, and when she learned that this Ajie had taken the Advanced Level Examination, she said, "Aunt Lan, could you please tell Ajie about this? I don't know when he will be free, and I would like to ask him in person about the specific details of taking the HKU exam."

"You also want to apply to HKU?"

"I'm not sure yet. I know there are big differences between the mainland and Hong Kong. I just want to understand the examination rules in Hong Kong." If I could get help from the neighbors, that would be great.

"Okay! Okay! I'll tell him when he comes back in the evening." Sister Lan agreed immediately.

It is said that Hong Kong is a city with cold human relationships and a sense of boundaries. However, after being here for such a short time, Yue Ning found that the neighbors here are very warm and welcoming, no worse than those in Xiaoyanggou.

The other aunts were full of curiosity about Yue Ning, especially her great strength. Yue Ning explained, "Aunt, think about it, if you walk an hour on the mountain road every day to fetch two buckets of water, and you have to climb several hills to herd sheep, if the sheep don't want to go into the sheepfold and don't obey, you have to drag and carry them into the sheepfold. You don't have much strength, so you can't do it, right?"

"Didn't Sister Hua say you can write and draw?"

"I study, too! When I was herding sheep, I would eat the potatoes I kept warm in my arms and read under a tree."

“…”

Yue Ning was surrounded by a group of enthusiastic aunts and couldn't get away.

"Ningning, it's time to cook."

Yue Baohua's shouting finally allowed Yue Ning to escape. She changed into a chef's uniform and walked into the kitchen.

Asong, who was cutting vegetables, asked her as soon as he saw her, "Ningning, tell me quickly, how are you going to make soy sauce chicken with pig's feet?"

"Come and see!" Yue Ning took out four marinated chickens and began to wash off the marinade.

Ah Ming came over and looked at it, wondering, "Don't you use chicken to make soy sauce chicken? I thought you used pig's trotters!"

"Soy sauce chicken. Of course, soy sauce chicken must use chicken. But I also added pig's trotters."

Yue Baohua brought the chicken belly fat over, and Yue Ning took it and said, "Grandpa, please help me blanch the pig's trotters."

The three brothers watched Yue Ning boil the chicken oil. She put onions, ginger, garlic, celery and coriander into it. These seasonings made the aroma of the chicken oil even richer.

Yue Ning left half of the chicken fat in the pan and used it to fry the skin of four chickens in turn until they turned yellow. This is also one of the standard steps for making soy sauce chicken in Baohualou. However, Yue Baohua taught to fry it with soybean oil, onion, ginger and garlic instead of chicken fat.

After the chicken skin is fried, the fat becomes richer. Yue Ning uses the fat to fry the pig's feet until the skin turns slightly yellow.

"Brown sugar." As soon as Yue Ning opened her mouth, Yue Baohua immediately handed it to her.

The three brothers felt embarrassed to see their master busying around while they just sat there watching.

"Putting brown sugar in soy sauce chicken?" Asong asked doubtfully.

In their perception, soy sauce chicken is just made with soy sauce, at most dark soy sauce or light soy sauce, and rock sugar or granulated sugar can also be added, but brown sugar has never been added.

Yue Ning raised his head and said, "Didn't grandpa teach you to stir-fry rice noodles with dripping oil?"

"You must use drip oil when you stir-fry rice noodles."

"I want the bright red color and unique aroma of the pearl oil." Yue Ning said as he stir-fried the sugar color, "Learn from one example and apply it to other cases, right?"

“That’s right!”

Yue Ning fried the sugar color, prepared the soup base, and put the fried pig's feet in. It takes some time to stew the pig's feet until they are soft and glutinous, and the chicken needs to remain tender and cannot be cooked for a long time, so it has to be put into the pot separately.

It was almost time and everyone was busy. Yue Ning also had to prepare the dish "Radish Meeting".

Yue Ning was busy in the kitchen. Even though the street outside was noisy, it could not cover up the arrogant roar of the sports cars, and one could tell at the sound that there was more than one sports car.

Many people ran outside to see. There were five cars at once: a white Porsche, a blue Honda, a yellow Lamborghini, a red Prancing Horse, and a silver-gray Jaguar.