"Carp with scallion oil! Whose is it?"
Lin Guoqing turned around abruptly and raised his hands quickly, "Ours! Ours!"
The waiter looked over here and said, "Oh, yes, it's the one who ordered it, the one carrying the cotton."
She came over and put the fish on the table with a clang. "Two catties and one ounce, remember that!"
"Okay, okay, thank you, big sister!"
After Lin Guoqing expressed his gratitude, he quickly called Ye Juncai to pick up his chopsticks, "Juncai, eat quickly, the fish won't taste good if it's cold. This fish is a little small, not even as big as the one my mom caught in the river!"
Ye Juncai had heard of Mrs. Liang's prowess, so he smiled and said, "The fish in state-owned restaurants aren't usually too big. Otherwise, if they ordered a 10-jin (10-pound) fish, and it cost seven or eight yuan just for the fish, who would dare to order it?"
Lin Guoqing nodded. That made sense. The fish tasted really good, worthy of a restaurant chef. Rural people generally didn't eat carp because it had a strong earthy smell and didn't taste as good as crucian carp, grass carp, or mandarin fish. That's why it was cheaper than all of them.
However, the carp cooked by this master chef really has no fishy smell at all, and tastes even better than the scallion oil mandarin fish cooked by Chen Chunhua.
No, he wasn't saying his wife's cooking wasn't tasty. Of course, Chen Chunhua's cooking was his favorite...
Well, well, every profession has its own expertise, right?
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Lin Guoqing: I've made a lot of money. I bought a car and went to a restaurant in one day. But my wallet hurts.
Let's raise our hands together! Send three little electric balls of love! Give back to our comrades for National Day! Hehe˙?˙
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