The next morning, Tao Mu was awakened by the sound of Feng Ge banging on the door.
"It's been soaked all night. What should I do next?" Brother Feng opened his bloodshot eyes and looked at Tao Mu with extreme excitement. It looks like he hasn't slept all night.
"I won't do anything next." Tao Mu finally got an early nap but was woken up by someone. He said with a straight face: "Put it in the pot and stew it. I'll go roast the chicken feet at lunch time. I need cumin, white sesame seeds and chili powder. Do you have it in the store?"
Brother Feng nodded vigorously: "All the seasonings are available. But there is no oven. I will borrow one from the skewers shop next door. They don't open until four in the evening."
Tao Mu didn't care about this.
Near noon, Tao Mu, Da Mao and Xiao Pang went downstairs after a good sleep. The small restaurant was noisy and almost all the tables were full.
Tao Mu went straight into the kitchen, opened the big iron pot where the chicken feet were simmering, and found that more than half of the braised chicken feet were missing.
Tao Mu turned his head and looked at Brother Feng. Brother Feng scratched his cheek sheepishly and chuckled, "Well, it smelled so good, I couldn't help but nibble on a few."
As he said that, he also recommended to Tao Mu and the others: "The rice in the stewed soup is very delicious. You can try it too."
Tao Mu: "..."
With the help of Brother Feng, Tao Mu moved the remaining half of the chicken feet to the entrance of the restaurant. Sister Ping specially borrowed a kebab stove from next door and set it up outside the restaurant. Brother Feng rolled up his sleeves to burn charcoal and make a fire, using a large cattail leaf fan to blow away the rising smoke.
Tao Mu returned to the kitchen to prepare the barbecue ingredients, and Sister Ping and Brother Feng helped to string the remaining chicken feet onto bamboo skewers.
The chicken feet that have been soaked in a secret marinade overnight already exude a rich aroma. When they are roasted over the fire, the braised chicken feet, which are originally rich in meat flavor, are licked by the flames and instantly burst into an even more tempting barbecue aroma. Sprinkle with cumin, sesame seeds and chili powder, and drip hot oil down the bamboo sticks. The charcoal fire in the stove suddenly rises, and white smoke with a rich aroma spreads. The aroma of roasted chicken feet can be smelled throughout the street.
Luo Yang, who insisted on bringing his childhood friend to visit the set, moved his nose, turned the steering wheel, and followed the smell to find the entrance of the restaurant. At first glance, I saw Tao Mu standing in front of the barbecue stove as the chef.
"Oh, I didn't expect you to have this skill." Luo Yang opened the door and got out of the car, looking at Tao Mu's skillful movements and smelling the rich meat aroma coming from the barbecue stove, which made him even more curious. He came up to Tao Mu and asked with a grin, "How much is one? Give me a hundred dollars first."
"I'm eating it myself, I'm not selling it." Tao Mu said briefly, his eyes fixed on the chicken feet on the oven, and he grabbed a handful of spices, always weighing the heat and sprinkling a little.
Luo Yang continued to nag: "Then give me two. We are all friends, and talking about money does hurt feelings."
"How dare you be so shameless!" Damao couldn't help himself and said, "How dare you mention the word friend? Have you forgotten the time when you used a fire hose to hit our brother Mu?"
"Please don't say that. I regret this very much. I am thinking about asking for forgiveness. You have to give me a chance to show my ability."
As Luo Yang spoke, his eyes fell on the roasted, golden chicken feet, and he hinted wildly: "How about we settle our grudges with these two feet?"
"Puh!" Damao almost laughed out of anger, "You're just average looking, but you're dreaming. And you want to settle the grudge with two chicken claws? Have you forgotten that it was you who wronged our brother Mu in the first place? And you even want to cheat us with chicken claws? You really take us for fools!"
"You want to eat chicken feet, right? That's fine. If you imitate the sound of a dog barking twice, we will give you two chicken feet."
That's a bit too much. Brother Feng and Sister Ping, who had been standing by and helping, frowned, looked at Luo Yang, who was wearing all branded clothes and had an extraordinary temperament, and looked at the luxury car parked at the door, which was worth at least tens of millions, and their faces changed. Just as he was about to open his mouth to try to reconcile, he saw Luo Yang stroking his chin and asking thoughtfully, "Two dog barks equals two chicken claws. Does this mean that you'll get as many chicken claws as I bark?"
"Of course." Damao crossed his arms and sneered. He had long wanted to help Tao Mu regain his face. It was Tao Mu who stopped him and said it was unnecessary. But now he was not the one looking for trouble, it was Luo Yang who came to him himself. Even if he didn't put the sack on Luo Yang, he would at least make him look dirty.
Damao judged others by himself and thought that Luo Yang would definitely not swallow this humiliation. Whether it was a group fight or a one-on-one fight would be another matter.
Luo Yang ignored Damao and looked at Tao Mu, who had been silent, "Do you think so too?"
Tao Mu glanced at Luo Yang without stopping his hands: "There are so many restaurants on this street, and there is also a five-star hotel 5,000 meters east of this street. You can eat anywhere. Don't make a scene here." Tao Mu expected that with the status of Luo Yang and his childhood friend, they would not eat at this kind of street stall.
"That won't do. I said I wanted to eat chicken feet, and I must eat them today." Luo Yang looked at Tao Mu, then squinted at the chicken feet. There was silence for a while. Suddenly, "Woof! Woof woof woof!! Woof woof woof woof woof woof..."
Tao Mu's hands trembled, and he looked at Luo Yang in surprise.
Luo Yang barked to himself for a while: "How is it? How many times? Are your chicken feet enough for me to eat?"
Tao Mu: "..."
Li Xiaoheng, who had been sitting in the car the whole time, wiped his face speechlessly, just for a bite of food!
Tao Mu glanced at Damao. Wang Ye didn't expect Luo Yang to be so shameless. He was completely frozen.
Xiao Pang collapsed with a cry of “Wow!” “I can’t give it all to him! What will I eat if I give it all to him!! Brother Feng and Sister Ping didn’t eat either!!!”
No, they've already eaten most of it. Tao Mu was complaining in his heart, thinking about how to help Damao solve the "debt problem", when he heard a "swish" sound. Li Xiaoheng, who was sitting in the passenger seat, pressed the window and advised helplessly: "Stop making trouble. How can you be so remiss as to ask for forgiveness?"
"Things have come to this point, it has nothing to do with asking for forgiveness." Luo Yang stiffened his neck and said seriously, "I earned the chicken feet with my own ability, and they are cheating me and won't give them to me!"
With his dignity as a foodie at stake, Luo Yang was not going to fool around: "I want my chicken feet."
In order to express his dissatisfaction, Luo Yang specially added emphasis on the two bytes of "my".
Tao Mu separated two chicken claws from the handful of chicken feet in his hand and handed them to Luo Yang, then glanced expressionlessly at Da Mao, who had lost more than he gained - although it was Da Mao who caused this, it was obvious that when it came to the specific implementation, Tao Mu had to solve it himself.
Tao Mu's solution is also very simple——
"That was what Damao promised you just now, I didn't agree." Tao Mu implied that he wanted to cheat: "If you still want to eat, let Damao make it for you."
"Brother Mu——" A miserable howl broke through the sky, and Damao looked at Tao Mu miserably: "I don't know how to roast chicken feet!"
Tao Mu said nothing.
Luo Yang, who finally got two chicken feet, held the fruits of his labor and knocked on the car window frame with a smile: "Don't hold them. If there's something delicious, I'll share one with you."
Li Xiaoheng, who was sitting in the passenger seat, sighed helplessly. Throw the laptop into the back seat, open the door and get out.
Luo Yang handed over the chicken feet and muttered, "What's that expression on your face? This is just you. I wouldn't give it to anyone else." This was the chicken feet he got in exchange for his dignity.
Li Xiaoheng sighed again. He was not a foodie, so naturally he could not understand the logic of his childhood friend who would make such a fuss over a chicken foot. Perhaps, as his cold eyes swept over Tao Mu, Li Xiaoheng guessed in his heart that Luo Yang might be trying to make the beauty smile.
Tao Mu also noticed Li Xiaoheng, who was still wearing a three-piece suit on a hot day, but he didn't care much. Because in his previous life, Li Xiaoheng was not considered a character in the plot. Tao Mu only knew that this man was the eldest son of the Li family. He founded his own financial investment company while studying abroad and rarely returned home.
Li Xiaoheng keenly noticed Tao Mu's sight. For some reason, Li Xiaoheng, who almost never ate at roadside stalls, took the chicken feet under Tao Mu's gaze and took a bite out of respect - in an instant, he felt a rich meaty aroma filling his mouth. It is sticky, chewy and smooth with some crispy chicken skin, soft and glutinous chicken tendons, crispy chicken meat, and even the chicken bones are stewed until they are soft and rotten. When you bite into it, the broth stewed into the bone marrow bursts. The aroma of roasted chicken, the aroma of braised meat simmered overnight, and the aroma of cumin, sesame, and chili powder are perfectly blended together. Among all the flavors, the mellow Huadiao wine perfectly neutralizes the aroma of the braised, barbecued and spiced seasonings. The chicken feet exude a faint aroma of wine from the bone marrow, and it doesn’t feel greasy at all when eaten.
Delicious, really delicious.
Luo Yang felt that he had not had time to taste it before the chicken feet, including the bones and meat, were all eaten up, leaving only a lingering fragrance in his mouth. His mouth was so sticky that he could hardly open it, and the aroma was so rich that it seemed like the top of his head was about to explode.
"This is so delicious. How did you do it?" Luo Yang felt that he had never eaten such delicious roasted chicken feet even in a five-star hotel. This young stuntman in front of me is not only good-looking and has great kung fu skills, but he also cooks delicious food. What a talent!
Li Xiaoheng, who was eating and drinking with his childhood friend, couldn't help but look at Tao Mu. He just felt that the boy in front of him had given him too many surprises.
Tao Mu was too lazy to pay attention to the two who ate and drank for free. He handed the roasted chicken feet to Brother Feng who had been waiting for a long time, and went to the back to wash his hands. Big Hair and Little Fatty quickly came up to Brother Feng to share the delicious food. The devastated diners were all staring at the plate of chicken feet that still exuded a rich aroma, but they saw that there were too many people and too little food.
"I say, Xiao Tao Mu~" Luo Yang came up with a thick skin: "You said you are so good at cooking, why don't you think about entering the entertainment industry? Just open a barbecue restaurant to sell chicken feet, and then partner with others to open a snack processing factory, just like selling spicy strips, you can go public in minutes. How about the three of us cooperate?"
Tao Mu picked up a clean white towel and wiped his hands carefully. He turned a deaf ear to Luo Yang's words.
Luo Yang is a person who is extremely tolerant and patient towards people with good looks, regardless of gender. Seeing Tao Mu's indifference, he didn't care. Find topics on your own. Seeing the midday news on TV, he started chatting with a joking face: "Hey, the international oil price has exceeded 148 million yuan a barrel. Let me give you a suggestion, you might as well buy some oil. This stuff has a very good growth trend. If you buy it now and it rises in two years, you will be more than rich as an investor, not to mention an actor."
Tao Mu was annoyed by Luo Yang and couldn't help but say, "If you are not afraid of losing money, just buy it yourself. It can be seen that the price of oil is pushed up by someone to find someone to take it over... What kind of vision do you have?" No wonder he was kicked out of the house by the eldest daughter of the Luo family in his previous life, and was squeezed out of the country. It turns out that he really doesn't know anything except picking up girls.
No, Tao Mu thought of Luo Yang's romantic nature in his previous life, and his stupidity in coming out for Shen Yu, which pissed off Mr. Luo to death... It can be basically concluded that this guy is not only good at picking up girls, but also men!
"Excuse me..." Li Xiaoheng, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up, looking at Tao Mu with burning eyes: "How did you know that there were international promoters manipulating the market, and how did you conclude that international oil futures prices would definitely fall in the short term?"
Tao Mu casually mentioned some financial news. Although people are still confused now, ten years later, international experts and scholars have conducted very thorough research on this global financial crisis after repeated reviews and deductions. A lot of information that was considered absolutely confidential at the time of the incident has also been repeatedly disclosed by the news media.
Therefore, for Tao Mu, answering this kind of question is like a defense with the answer known. Knowing the result and deducing the process in reverse, he can naturally criticize the current ills and make meaningful remarks.
In just a few words, Tao Mu expressed his thoughts thoroughly. In order to maintain confidentiality, the chains of evidence cited during the discussion were all those that had already been reported by the financial media.
But in Li Xiaoheng's eyes, a high school student who had not yet entered college was able to sort out the game between international capital through clues in news reports. Moreover, his words speculated on the direction of the world economic situation, although they were understated, they were very convincing. What's even more terrifying is that Li Xiaoheng actually agrees with Tao Mu's words from the bottom of his heart.
As a financial practitioner, Li Xiaoheng trusts his own judgment very much. His conviction stems from his solid knowledge and keen financial insight. But the question is where does Tao Mu's confidence come from?
"Hello!" Li Xiaoheng's heart moved slightly, and he became a little curious about Tao Mu. He took out a personal business card and handed it to Tao Mu: "I am Li Xiaoheng, the founder and CEO of Xiaoheng Capital. I am very interested in your analysis of the international oil futures market. If you are interested, I think we can find a quiet place to have a good chat."
Why? Hey hey? ? Hey hey hey! ! !
Luo Yang looked at his childhood friend in confusion, then at Tao Mu, with a thousand horses whistling through his heart! What the hell is this heading towards? !
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