Chapter 125 Fish Balls in Clear Soup
"The food is served, the food is served, I can smell the aroma."
There was a thumping sound of footsteps on the stairs, and Mrs. Song Wu, with a kind and pretty face, walked out from the bend of the stairs with a large tray in her hand.
She turned around and saw Yun Qimu, and the smile on her face widened. Then she walked towards her with graceful steps, neither slow nor long, and asked with a gentle smile, "Village Chief Yun's dishes are ready. Shall we serve them now?"
All the people present, whether adults or kids, shut their mouths and stopped talking or caring about anything else. They just stared at the tray in her hand with greedy eyes.
Then they all nodded vigorously, wishing they could agree on behalf of Yun Qimu.
Of course, Yun Qimu was also drawn in by the alluring aroma. She subconsciously wiped the corner of her lips, then came to her senses and nodded excitedly, "Yes, come on now, come on now."
"Okay." Mrs. Song Wu walked to the table and placed the large tray in her hand on the table. The seven dishes on it made it easier to see, and everyone's eyes became more eager.
Slurp~~
Pei Yu on the opposite side was almost crying with envy.
He stretched his neck and came over, trying to stick his eyeballs into the food.
Yun Qimu glared at him in dissatisfaction, waved his hands in disdain, and said, "Go, go, go, hurry up, I reserved this table."
Pei Yu clung to the table, blinking her watery peach blossom eyes, refusing to move away. "No, no, let me take one more look, one more look."
Yun Qimu looked disgusted. "You're almost drooling. Who are you trying to disgust?"
She rolled up her sleeves and planned to kick this tactless guy out, but fortunately he had a very tactful cousin.
Mo Xie walked over with an indescribable expression on his handsome face. He grabbed the guy by the back of his collar and threw him onto the chair behind him like a big puppy. Then his expression softened, his eyes dark, and he asked Song Wusao politely and in a low voice, "When can the food for our table be served?"
After Song Wusao helped Yun Qimu put all the dishes on the table, she stood up and looked at Mo Xie. She replied in a gentle tone, "It will be ready soon. Please wait a moment. And to the little guests over there, the dishes you ordered are ready. Can they be served now as well?"
Little Zhuzhu's eyes suddenly bulged out, and she clapped her hands happily and said, "Come on now, come on now, I want to eat now."
"Zhuzhu is right, let's eat now."
The little dogs were drooling at the sight. If Al hadn't been sensible enough to hold them back, they would have probably crawled on top like Pei Yu did.
The little rascals looked back every few steps and finally found the nearest table to sit at, but their eyes were still fixed on Yun Qimu's table.
But he was still sitting in his seat and waiting obediently.
Yun Qimu breathed a sigh of relief, then turned his gaze to the seven dishes in the middle of the table.
The fish balls in clear soup are served in a large antique porcelain bowl. The fish balls are like white jade with distinct colors. Each one is as big as a longan and floats in the soup with a light oily taste.
Mrs. Song Wu also put a handful of green onions in the soup, embellishing the monotonous white fish ball soup with green onions. It looked light but not bland, but rather very refreshing, and looked very appetizing.
Yun Qimu picked up the spare small bowl placed by Song Wusao next to him and handed it to the father and son who were still standing there in a daze, staring at the food and swallowing their saliva without moving.
A faint smile escaped her lips. "Xiaoyu, why are you still standing there? Come and eat. Have a bowl of soup to cleanse your intestines before dinner. I think these fish balls in clear soup are very good."
As she spoke, she scooped out a small bowl and pushed it in front of Yun's father. She then stuffed a small porcelain spoon into Yun's hand and looked at him with sparkling eyes, "Dad, try it first."
Daddy Yun grinned innocently, "Thank you, Nannan."
Then he clumsily picked up the spoon, carefully scooped a mouthful of the soup without the fish balls, and slurped it up. Then his eyes lit up, and he suddenly raised his head to look at Yun Qimu, "It's delicious, this soup is delicious, Nannan and Xiaoyu should have some too."
"Yeah, we drink too. We drink too."
The brother and sister cooperated well. Yun Xiaoyu served a bowl first, and then Yun Qimu followed suit.
Without hesitation, she scooped a spoonful of soup with fish balls, opened her mouth, and put the whole spoonful in.
The soup is fresh and delicious, the fish is round, tender and delicious, and after a few bites you can fully feel the tenderness and saltiness of the fish.
This taste is amazing.
I thought their homemade fish soup was delicious enough, but compared to this, I’m so disrespectful!
No wonder Wu Xingyu insisted on hiring a professional chef to cook. The food cooked by professionals is indeed different.
The family of three ate so much that they couldn’t even lift their heads.
After finishing a small bowl of fish ball soup, the three of them turned their attention to the other six dishes eagerly.
The chopped fish balls look very similar to the clear soup fish balls, but the taste is different.
The texture of the chopped fish balls is softer, and the fish meat is more tender and tender. A light bite will cause the whole ball to fall apart, and the delicious taste of the fish meat will also spread out. There is no fishy smell at all, but an extremely fragrant and fresh taste.
Song Wusao's Fish Soup is even more amazing. This dish is Song Wusao's famous dish. After the fish is steamed, the skin and bones are removed, and it is cooked with shredded ham, mushrooms, chopped bamboo shoots, chicken soup and other seasonings.
It is shiny, tender and smooth, and has a hint of crab meat flavor.
Just one word - beautiful.
Beggar's chicken, because there were no lotus leaves, Song Wusao used the big leaves of the danmu tree instead.
As we all know, the taste of Danmu fruit is extremely sweet, but its leaves are sweet with a refreshing taste, and smell extremely pleasant. Carrying it with you can refresh yourself and satisfy your cravings by looking at the leaves.
After Song Wusao used it instead of lotus leaves, the lotus fragrance turned into a light sweet taste, which is also a very different taste, but without exception, it is delicious.
Of course, Yunqimu has never eaten authentic beggar's chicken. He has only seen the method and taste of this dish in gourmet recipes. He is not willing to comment on whether it tastes better when made with lotus leaves or the one made with danmu fruit leaves.
There are also West Lake vinegar fish and smoked fish, which are both fish dishes that Song Wusao is best at. The taste is impeccable. Except that the smoked fish does not look very good, there is absolutely nothing wrong with it. Wu Xingyu said it was delicious after eating it.
In addition, there is the sweet and sour pork tenderloin.
This dish is not Song Wusao’s specialty, but the sweet and sour taste still conquers everyone who tastes it.
Especially the little kids at that table, they ordered another plate before they finished the one they had on the table, and their little stomachs were so full.
Fortunately, there is no staple food like white rice yet, otherwise the little kids’ small stomachs would not be able to finish these seven dishes. After all, although Mrs. Song Wu’s prices for the dishes were a bit high, the portions were still very generous.
They ate everything until their skin was plump and their stomachs were round.
(End of this chapter)
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