"It's fate, it's all fate!"
Zhang Jianjun's eyes lit up as he looked at the dishes of fermented fish on the table in the courtyard.
He carried the Moutai liquor and walked briskly.
The driver following behind quietly drove to the garage to park.
Lin Zhou almost died laughing. Grandpa Zhang is over sixty years old, but he actually knows how to use internet slang quite well.
"I just happened to bring some good wine, let's have a taste. What kind of fish is this? It smells delicious!"
I must say, this fermented fish looks really good.
Fried until crispy and fragrant, the color is no longer golden but a bright reddish-brown. The fish, which was originally a bit dry, is bright and appetizing after being fried again with red oil sauce. It's simply delicious.
"Fish in fermented rice wine, let me tell you, it's a great dish to go with drinks."
Lin Zhou took the wine from Uncle Zhang, and when he looked at it, he was shocked to see it was Moutai. He had to go set up his stall later, so he couldn't drink this.
"I have to go to my stall at 6 o'clock. I've made a lot and sold some. I'm afraid I can't drink this wine. I'm afraid I'll get drunk."
"Then let's drink something else. Do you have any other wines here?"
"There is rice wine. The lees were used to make fish with fermented rice wine, so the rice wine is still there."
"Then let's drink rice wine."
Lin Zhou responded and called for the aunt to bring over the rice wine.
A group of people gathered in the courtyard to eat fermented fish.
Lin Zhou also handed the housekeepers' fermented fish to them.
After a busy day, Mr. Lin began to savor his own creation.
A cup of rice wine, a plate of fish marinated in fermented rice wine.
Zhang Jianjun and Lin Zhou didn't even switch seats; they sat in the pavilion in the courtyard and started eating.
The others stood in front of the iron pot in the yard, eating with chopsticks without even looking up.
The freshly cooked fish in fermented rice wine was still steaming.
Small pieces of fish are marinated, air-dried, and then deep-fried, making them even smaller.
With a sip of wine, one piece at a time, it was incredibly delicious.
The fish meat is completely different from the tender texture of ordinary fish meat. It has a firm texture and is a little difficult to bite into, but if you chew carefully, you can taste the aroma of wine that is integrated with the fish meat. The rice wine lees also have a bit of sweetness, which quickly suppresses the spiciness of the chili peppers, forming a distinct salty and spicy flavor.
The spiciness is just mild; the sweetness in the rice wine naturally enhances the flavor, making the fish taste delicious for a long time.
The more you chew the fish, the more flavorful it becomes, and it's incredibly delicious.
It's perfect for leisurely sipping a little wine, occasionally having a piece of something.
The perfect seasoning brings out the best in the ingredients, creating an unparalleled and amazing dish.
After tasting the fermented fish, the Zhang family's driver looked at the housekeepers and nannies who were standing with him eating fish with a different expression.
What an amazing employer!
The food you made was so delicious.
Judging from the way Butler Sun and the others seemed to take it for granted, they must eat such delicious food often, right?
The driver's envious gaze was impossible to hide.
He now finally understood why the Zhang family father and son would send gifts to Mr. Lin all the time.
Even for a meal, we have to build good relationships.
As the saying goes, a close neighbor is worse than a distant relative, so it's probably convenient to freeload a meal here!
The driver still had to drive, so he didn't drink. He ate small pieces of fish one after another with great gusto, as if he wanted to immediately pull out a bowl of rice and eat it with that. It would definitely be a great accompaniment to rice.
Wow, it smells so good!
Does Mr. Lin need a driver? Could he work two jobs?
The driver felt increasingly heartbroken as he ate.
If you can't eat such delicious food often, it's better not to have tasted it at all.
If you haven't tried it, you won't know how delicious it is, and you won't crave it.
What a miscalculation!
"Would you like some white rice? It feels a bit salty if I eat too much."
In the pavilion, Lin Zhou drank a cup of rice wine and ate a lot of fish pieces, but he felt hungrier and hungrier as he ate.
This stuff would be great to have in a bowl in the room at night as a snack; you could take a piece every now and then, it smells wonderful.
"Give me a bowl. How did you manage to make the fish so fragrant and fresh? Although it's dry, it's fried to perfection. The taste is amazing."
Zhang Jianjun ate with great satisfaction, and he really wondered how some people's hands could grow so magically.
"Absolutely! Who am I? It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call myself a contemporary culinary master, would it?"
As Lin Zhou listened to Zhang Jianjun's praise, a wanton smile involuntarily spread across his face.
Although he is no longer a teenager, his confident and flamboyant smile exudes the youthful vigor unique to young people.
This is precisely what Zhang Jianjun, now over fifty, has long since lost.
Looking at Lin Zhou like this, Zhang Jianjun saw nothing but the unique tolerance and love of an elder.
"No problem, no problem. Tomorrow I'll send you a banner to hang on your tricycle, with the words 'Contemporary Culinary Master' written on it."
Lin Zhou's mind uncontrollably conjured up that scene, and his expression immediately became humble.
"No need for that. One should be humble. I'm still young and have room for improvement."
Zhang Jianjun never missed a smile when he was with Lin Zhou.
The two of them ate breakfast and dinner like that.
After finishing around 5 p.m., Lin Zhou quickly moved two large buckets of fermented fish onto the brand-new fish stall tricycle, ready to set up his stall.
The system provided a complete set of fish stall facilities, including pots, grills, and a whole host of other things, which Lin Zhou dismantled. Today, he's selling fermented fish, so all he needs are two buckets.
I'll use it when I sell fried small fish or grilled fish tomorrow.
After Lin Zhou left, Butler Sun and the others cleaned up the villa and then went home together.
They were also carrying packaged fermented fish.
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