As more and more people eat abalone, more and more businesses sell abalone. To survive in the competition, you have to be ruthless.
So you add water to it to make it full and heavy. The cost remains the same, and the water is worth a few cents, but the selling price is greatly increased. So you make a lot of money, squeeze out your peers who don't know how to do it, and become the king of abalone.
The same is true for childhood snacks. Everyone misses the good memories of childhood and chases those vendors. So some people also set their sights on these small stalls, wanting to stay and make money, and they also learn to be ruthless. When everyone recalls it again, it doesn't have the taste of childhood, but only a mouthful of oily noodles, and what bursts out when you bite it is full of chemical juice.
Not only does it taste bad, it is also not good for the body.
In a food-for-profit environment where "making money is everything" and "bad money drives out good money" without food safety, who is still chasing the taste of childhood?
And who has caught up with the taste of childhood?
Or forget about those street vendors' snacks that symbolize beautiful childhood memories, and recall the favorite dish of childhood. It may be the dish that mom or dad is best at. Because of their expertise and the support of their family, dad or mom makes more, practices more, and it appears more often on the table.
It is a delicacy that carries memories and emotions, and it is pure and unadulterated with love.
Everyone can rely on this dish to return to childhood, to the days of being pampered and crying or laughing as they please.
However, when it comes to this point, Jiajun is in trouble.
He doesn't even remember such a dish.
Big brother makes everything delicious, big sister loves innovation, every month there is a new trick, everything is delicious, everything is a good memory, everything is a feeling.
He also has to remember math, Chinese, and foreign languages. How can he remember any dish?
Poor Jiajun.
Tsk.
The boy stood at the door and put a sign that said [Countdown to the Last Emperor Enjoyment Season: 20 Days] at the door. This small blackboard not only has cooked drunken crab and crab roe noodles, but also the new crab feast that big sister created yesterday after staying up late: oil-boiled crab roe + duck roasted crab + spicy crab.
The emperor was tired of the light steamed crab and sweet and sour crab with Huadiao wine, so of course he also wanted to try the heavy-tasting, fattening crab roe rice, Sichuan-style duck and crab stew, and spicy crab.
Jiajun stood by the small blackboard with the countdown for the new product tasting, and at the request of the first sister Yi Jiaru, he clapped his hands for a long time to attract the attention of passers-by who were off work. After staring at the time for the full 5 minutes specified by sister Jiaru, he turned around and walked through the front hall and stood back to his old position: behind the counter.
He had just sat down when he saw the eldest sister and the brothers and uncles of group B rushing into the hall, including the poor T expert who had been coming but never got to eat the sour and sour crab.
He leaned over the counter and looked at the kitchen. The first thing he said was to the poor rich man T:
"Brother Tannen, we have cooked drunken crabs today."
"Two per person." Tannen immediately raised his eyebrows and ordered. Then he remembered that it was Wagner's treat today, so he turned around to ask for W Sir's opinion.
Wagner nodded to indicate that it was no problem, and Tannen gestured to Jiajun with an 'OK' gesture.
Jiajun's curious eyes followed the strange uncle. Jiayi introduced the two with a smile, and Jiajun immediately said to the kitchen:
"Brother, my new boss is here for dinner!"
After shouting, the young boy jumped off the high chair and trotted to the kitchen on his two short legs, still saying: "Older than Brother Yue..."
"..." Wagner was humbled to sit in the main seat, and heard this, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Who is he comparing with? Is there no other more advanced word to describe him except 'old'?
"He's still young, don't mind, Sir W." Jiayi helped Wagner arrange the chopsticks and said with a smile.
Jiaru had already left the people who were queuing to buy drinks and ran to the table to look at Wagner, the new leader. Jiayi
hurriedly pressed Jiaru's head to push her back to her original position. She couldn't let her brothers and sisters treat Wagner like a giant panda and watch.
"Hahaha, everyone is curious about Eleven's new leader." Uncle Jiu smiled and used hot tea to make cups and bowls for Wagner and Sanfu who were sitting on his left and right. By the way, he turned around and kindly explained Jiajun and Jiaru's reactions to Sir W.
"When we first came to Yi Ji, we were stared at." Sanfu stretched his back and scanned the names and photos of dishes posted on the wall.
In the past, Brother Yue was responsible for the troublesome task of ordering dishes, but who was ordering now?
His eyes turned to Wagner, who was also scanning the dishes posted on the wall, and seemed to be familiar with and choosing.
Jiayi stood by and scanned the people at the table, and seemed to be thinking about who should take charge of the task of "ordering dishes".
Every time, Brother Yue always ordered a combination of cold and hot dishes, a combination of seafood, land and air meat, and the vegetables were always selected according to the taste of the meat eaten that day...
I didn't think that as long as I handed that matter to Brother Yue, he could always arrange it clearly with just a casual order.
Now I realize that even such a small thing is not easy.
Brother Sanfu doesn't eat garlic, but he eats garlic-flavored spareribs; Uncle Jiu's teeth are not so good, so he has to choose beef and coarse fiber foods with discretion, and he has to be careful about whether they are raw or cold; although Jiaming still eats seafood, he is afraid of the fishy smell of seafood, so he has to consider the ingredients and cooking methods when ordering seafood; Gary doesn't eat seaweed...
What does Wagner like to eat and what does he not like to eat?
Brother Yue, who can handle everything... is actually a robot, right?
"How about we each order a dish?" Jiayi raised her eyebrows and suggested. Being a team leader is more complicated than you think. The handling of details even includes ordering for dinner parties... There is a long way to go.
"Okay." Jiaming has never tried this before, so he immediately stood up and carefully looked at the "menu" on the wall.
The others also responded with a smile. Wagner, who was brought to Yi Ji for the first time to attend the dinner party and was prepared to treat everyone, also breathed a sigh of relief. He was not familiar with everyone. It was okay for popular foods such as barbecued pork buns, with few choices, and he could just order a few layers. But he was more or less unsure about how to order a formal meal like this.
Everyone pointed at the menu together, and the atmosphere around them gradually became warm and lively, and everyone regained the temperature that their bodies should have.
Back to the world.
Just when Uncle Jiu had chosen the appetizers, Yi Jiadong finally finished his work in the kitchen and walked out while wiping his hands.
He greeted everyone warmly, and walked up to Wagner with a smile and shook hands with Wagner politely.
When Wagner was about to stand up to respond to Yi Jiadong, Yi Jiadong held his shoulders and pushed him back to his seat:
"Don't be polite, Sir W, just sit down."
He took his hand back and turned to others enthusiastically, saying happily:
"The two new dishes of the crab feast must be ordered."
"Of course." Liu Jiaming clapped his hands and agreed immediately. Although he was a little wary of the meat of duck, he thought that it was Yi Ji after all, so it must be okay.
Moreover, forensic officers deal with corpses every day, so they also have to eat and drink. Sir Xu sometimes even eats next to the autopsy room. When he looks up, he can see the autopsy table and corpses behind the door. He has a good appetite and eats vigorously.
Yi Jiadong smiled and said "OK", then put his hands together and said, "How about another golden fried barbecued pork bun? I'll put it in the pan and just--"
At this moment, the originally lively round table suddenly became silent, and everyone stared at Yi Jiadong and exclaimed in unison:
"Nooooooooo--"