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Column article "The Imperial Chef's Restaurant":
Li Fengze once saw glowing golden fried rice in a cartoon. When he was a child, he naively asked his mother why the fried rice they ate at home did not glow. His mother told him that it was because some people who were good at cooking would make their dishes glow, but the fried rice she made was not good enough, so it did not glow.
Li Fengze believed it, and believed that he would meet a good enough chef in the future and eat delicious dishes. It was not until his precocious childhood friend told him the truth that he realized it was not possible.
But at this moment, in his eyes, this bowl of egg fried rice seemed to be shining, so delicious that it was not glowing but better than glowing.
Was it really egg fried rice that he was eating? Li Fengze was dizzy.
Compared with this bowl of egg fried rice, all the egg fried rice he had eaten before looked like crumbs.
When he came to his senses, he realized that because he ate too fast, the originally full bowl of rice was now only half a bowl. In order to enjoy a little more time, he had to suppress his desire to finish the rice immediately, picked up the pickled cowpea in front of him with chopsticks and put it into his mouth.
Who would have thought that this cowpea was different from the pickled cowpea he usually ate.
The cowpeas don't seem to have lost any of their crispness during the long pickling process. They are as crispy as bamboo shoots. When you take a bite, the original freshness and tenderness of the cowpeas go straight to your taste buds.
Not good!
He wanted to cry but had no tears, because the salty and fragrant taste of the cowpeas made him want to eat even more.
He had no choice but to eat several mouthfuls of the fried rice that he had been reluctant to eat before.
Oh, it smells so good!
Zhang Ke patted Li Fengze on the shoulder and asked, "Is it delicious?" Because Li Fengze's words really disgusted him, Zhang Ke didn't dare to pick up his chopsticks yet.
The beef in the beef fried rice is not minced beef or beef cubes, but square beef chunks that are almost the same in shape and size.
He thought, no matter whether the beef was real or fake, at least the portion was sufficient.
Li Fengze slowly turned his head and looked at Zhang Ke's untouched bowl, with a sincere expression: "I shouldn't have said those words to disgust you, it's my fault, why don't you give me this bowl of rice! I'll treat you to another meal later."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand and wanted to take the food in front of Zhang Ke.
Zhang Ke was acutely aware that something was wrong. Li Fengze had clearly said that he didn't like beef cooked outside, so there must be something fishy going on: "No, I won't give it to you."
He picked up the rice spoon and scooped a spoonful directly into his mouth, his eyes widened: "Delicious!"
The beef in the beef fried rice is tender braised beef with tendons, rich gelatin and a tough texture. It is stir-fried in a large pot with fried rice, but it is not dry at all, full of marinade, and the fragrant juice flows out when you bite it.
Zhang Ke couldn't help but take several mouthfuls of rice.
He realized why Li Fengze said that: "Okay, I treat you as a brother, but you treat me like this!" You actually want to steal his food!
"Let's not talk about this for now. Give me a bite of beef."
The color and texture of the beef showed that it was real beef. Li Fengze looked at Zhang Ke's satisfied expression and his saliva was already on the edge of his mouth.
Zhang Ke protected his job and refused directly: "No!"
"Dad! The kid wants beef!"
"It's your fault that you said you didn't want to eat. Even calling me daddy won't work." Zhang Ke had a triumphant look on his face and buried his head in eating again, not looking up like a pig eating.
If it was just a normal meal, he would agree if his friend called him dad. But in front of this beef fried rice, he didn't want to accept this son.
In the end, Li Fengze could only watch Zhang Ke open his mouth and eat bite by bite. Zhang Ke was already eating so much that he lost his mind, and the brotherhood between the two was in jeopardy.
The break between their evening self-study sessions was very short. Li Fengze just wanted to buy another serving of fried rice, but it was too late.
He could only pay the bill and leave with Zhang Ke with a resentful look on his face.
If he could go back in time, he would definitely order two meals: egg fried rice and beef fried rice!
After class, some students came to the store one after another.
After class, Chen Yu ran to Heijie to buy some snail noodles. However, the teacher stayed late today and the school was dismissed 20 minutes later than usual. When she arrived at Heijie, the snail noodles shop was already full.
Oops!
Not only the snail noodle shop, but other restaurants were also crowded. According to past experience, if she continued to wait like this, she would be late.
She ran around like a headless fly, and then a small shop without a sign came into her sight. There were relatively fewer customers in the shop, and the fried rice was not expensive.
But she couldn't help but grumble in her heart that with so few people, the taste would probably be average.
Alas, there is no other choice but to go to this restaurant, otherwise I will have to study on an empty stomach tonight.
She walked in and found that the shop had clean windows and doors, and the tables were spotless. It had a unique sense of warmth, and she couldn't help but like it. The kitchen was an open kitchen. She saw Bai Yinuo frying rice through the glass. She was a little shocked by her beauty and spoke in a lower voice subconsciously: "Excuse me, how many minutes will it take to prepare a serving of beef fried rice?"
Bai Yinuo thought for a moment and replied, "All the materials are ready. It will take about three minutes."
Chen Yu breathed a sigh of relief. She wouldn't be late. "Can I have a bowl of beef fried rice? Can I take it away? I want to eat it in class."
"Okay, 15 yuan."
The rice was cooked last night and refrigerated. The rice grains will be dehydrated, soft inside and hard outside, and can easily absorb the aroma of oil, and can be fried to produce a fragrant and beautiful feeling.
Her master once taught her that eating is eating, not eating condiments. It is delicious enough to bring out 50% or 60% of the original flavor of the ingredients.
Therefore, Bai Yinuo only uses some sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and fresh condiments when making some complicated dishes, and even summarizes a secret recipe that is not passed on to others. When making such simple home-cooked dishes, he always believes in simplicity and rarely adds other condiments, including modern novel and varied seasonings.
She heated the oil in a pan, turned the heat to high, and poured the beef and rice into the pan. Her slender and smooth wrists were not as delicate as they looked, and she moved the pan smoothly.
After three minutes of stir-frying over high heat, a plate of delicious fried rice is ready.
Bai Yino had previously thought that customers might need to take their food away, so he bought a batch of transparent lunch boxes, which he now came with.
When Chen Yu smelled the fragrant scent, she couldn't help swallowing and her stomach growled.
It seems...it seems pretty good.
Just when she was feeling dizzy, she suddenly realized the problem of time.
"Oh no, I'm going to be late." She picked up the lunch box, paid for the meal and left quickly, but she didn't forget to say hello: "Thank you, boss!"
She entered the classroom carrying her lunch box.
The management of Haishi No. 2 Middle School is relatively humane. There is no rigid requirement for all students to eat in the cafeteria, parents are not prohibited from delivering meals, and students are not prohibited from eating in the classroom during this period.
Therefore, many parents will bring meals to the classroom, and students will stay in their seats after class, waiting for their parents to bring meals to school.
Chen Yu came back late, and many people in the class had finished eating. They used their spare time to read, and only a few people were eating. The classroom was filled with the aroma of food.
Chen Yu sat down at his seat, took a deep breath, and opened the lunch box. The rice in the beef fried rice was crystal clear, and each grain was distinct. The moment he saw it, there was only one sentence in Chen Yu's mind - I want to eat it!
Because it was summer, the rice was not cold at all, and the lunch box was well sealed. The fragrance was almost the same as when it was just out of the pot, and it instantly filled the classroom.
Chen Yu took the disposable chopsticks and took a bite of the rice impatiently. The delicious taste of the braised beef went straight to his taste buds. He couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise: "Damn, this is too delicious."
Chen Yu's family is relatively well off. The catering industry in Hai City is well developed, and there are many shops with excellent food. Chen Yu has discovered many delicious shops.
She had once eaten the fried rice at the Haishi Hotel, which was the best fried rice she had ever eaten. From then on, she knew that even if it was a home-cooked dish, the taste would be really different if it was made by a good chef.
She felt that the food in this unknown little restaurant was more appetizing than that in a five-star hotel.
A five-star hotel sells fried rice for 298, this...
She couldn't help but sigh, is this really the meal she can eat with 15 yuan?
Just as her mind was full of thoughts like "I found a treasure" and "The boss is actually a folk master", her deskmate poked Chen Yu's arm and asked cautiously, "Your rice smells so good, can I have a bite?"
Chen Yu: “………………”
Only then did she realize that the scent was an indiscriminate attack and she was not the only one attracted to it.
Although she was reluctant to give it away, Chen Yu still selflessly shared some with her deskmate. After all, they copied homework together.
If Chen Yu knew that this action would attract the attention of other classmates, she would definitely be hard-hearted and act like a bad person!
People who are familiar with her directly complained:
The study committee member came over seriously and said, "Chen Yu, you know you are committing a crime. I just had a full meal, and when I smelled this fragrance, I became hungry again!"
The monitor stood beside her desk, looking at her eagerly: "Sister, it smells so good, it makes my head fall off. Give me a bite, not too much, just one bite will do."
People who were not familiar with him asked loudly with longing in their eyes: "Chen Yu, where did you buy the food?"
Chen Yu fed three or four female friends who were on good terms with her a mouthful of food. Her friends looked fascinated, but when they came to their senses, they gathered around her again, their faces full of "I want more".
Chen Yu looked at the little fried rice left and realized something was wrong: "No! If I give you more, I'll starve to death. You can buy some by yourselves. I bought it at the store with no sign in the middle of the black street. They only have two kinds of fried rice now, and this one is beef fried rice."
The classmates around her secretly remembered what Chen Yu said and finally let her go.
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When there were fewer diners in the restaurant, Bai Yinuo took advantage of his free time to calculate the time. From the three hours since the restaurant opened, forty or fifty students alone had come, and he had earned six or seven hundred yuan, which finally solved his urgent problem.
It seems that once the current trial operation is over, the variety of dishes will increase and the revenue will be higher.
At this time, a group of acquaintances came to the store. Uncle Lin and his family came, and brought some familiar neighbors, who had a good relationship with Bai's father and mother.
Aunt Lin said, "Yinuo, I'm bringing your grandma Zhou and the others along. We want three servings of beef fried rice."
Bai Yino knew that they were here to take care of his business.
"Okay! Please take a seat first. The food will be ready soon."
Grandma Zhou smiled kindly and said, "I heard from your uncle Lin that your cooking is delicious. So I'm going to have a treat today. I want two servings of beef fried rice."
Grandma Zhou's grandson Zhou Hang was cute, but in a very bad mood. He pulled Grandma Zhou's clothes and muttered, "Grandma, I don't want to eat, I want fried chicken."
Grandma Zhou said, "No, I just had fried chicken yesterday."
Zhou Hang couldn't help but pout and started to get angry: "Fried rice doesn't taste good, I don't want fried rice, I want fried chicken!"
Grandma Zhou knew she couldn't win over this little devil, so she sighed and said, "You can't skip the main meal. Eat a few bites of fried rice and I'll buy it for you."
Grandpa Zhou looked at the two kinds of fried rice on the blackboard and frowned: "Yinuo, why are there only two kinds of fried rice? It's a bit hard to digest dinner."
Bai Yinuo said: "Because today is the trial operation, there will be more varieties of dishes in the future." In fact, the main reason is that there is no money to buy ingredients, but Bai Yinuo doesn't want to tell them, because if she says that, they will definitely take the initiative to lend her money.
"Oh, by the way, I just looked outside the door, why hasn't your restaurant sign been changed yet?"
Bai Yinuo has already obtained the necessary documents to open a restaurant, but the custom signboard is not ready yet. Three days later is an auspicious day for opening the restaurant, and Bai Yinuo can actually wait until the signboard is installed before opening the restaurant. However, because she has no money and feels insecure, she can't rest at all, so she plans to try to open the restaurant for three days to save some money before preparing other ingredients.
"The sign is still being customized. It should be replaced when we officially open in three days."
Grandma Zhou pulled Grandpa Zhou, who was chattering nonstop, to sit down and said, "Why do you talk so much? Even if you have food to eat, you can't stop talking. Yinuo, get him a portion of egg fried rice. He has bad teeth and can't eat beef anymore."
Grandpa Zhou muttered: "I'm just concerned about Yinuo!"
"Okay, I got it." Bai Yinuo got up and went to the kitchen.
Uncle Lin asked curiously, "Uncle Zhou, you don't eat rice at night now?"
"Yes." Grandpa Zhou tapped his cane and said proudly, "Rice is hard to digest. I only drink porridge at night now. It keeps me healthy!"
Unexpectedly, Uncle Lin did not praise his lifestyle. Instead, he asked tentatively, "You don't want to eat the meal you ordered?"
Grandpa Zhou said righteously: "That's right, no matter what, I won't eat a single bite!"
"But we can't waste it. Otherwise... let me eat it."
"Okay, I'll give it all to you!"
In the open kitchen, Bai Yinuo heated up the oil in a wok and added chopped green onions. The green onions sizzled and he tapped the egg on the edge of the wok and then used some force to pry it open. The egg white and yolk flowed into the wok, but the egg fell silently. The kitchen was filled with the aroma of lard, eggs and green onions.
She fried the rice until it crackled, and the rice was no longer soft and mushy, but full of energy. When the finished product came out of the pot, the rice did not stick to the pot, the oil did not stick to the spatula, and the rice did not stick to the plate, which showed her control of the heat.
Outside the kitchen, Grandpa Zhou, who was originally chatting with Uncle Lin about family matters, gradually smelled the fragrance from the kitchen and was suddenly stunned.
He saw Bai Yinuo bringing out fried rice, and then a plate of golden egg fried rice was placed in front of him.
The rice grains are distinct and the eggs are scattered all over the rice like gold.
Looking at the egg fried rice in front of him, he said blankly: "When I was watching TV before, I heard that egg fried rice is also called broken gold rice. I thought it was an exaggeration before, but I didn't expect it to really achieve this effect!"
The hot air accompanied by the aroma blew towards him, and Grandpa Zhou couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and the greed in his stomach was aroused.
It seems...it seems to be delicious.
He subconsciously picked up the spoon beside the bowl and was about to scoop up a spoonful of food when a hand suddenly reached out from the side and took the bowl away from him.
Grandpa Zhou’s spoon stopped in mid-air: “…………”
He had such a big portion of fried rice! Who took his rice?
Uncle Lin took the meal and said to Grandpa Zhou: "Uncle Zhou, I will take you to drink porridge later. Let me help you finish this meal now!" Although one portion of rice is enough, he knows that his appetite cannot be satisfied by one portion of rice. Now that he has Uncle Zhou's meal, he doesn't need to order a second portion. Uncle Zhou is so nice!
Grandpa Zhou looked at Uncle Lin who was holding his meal and eating it with relish. The black air around him almost turned into substance, but Uncle Lin, who was too thick-skinned, didn't realize it at all.
Uncle Lin nodded while eating and gave Bai Yinuo a thumbs up: "Yinuo, your cooking skills are really good!"
Aunt Lin looked at Uncle Lin, who looked so different now, and said speechlessly, "You didn't even dare to eat it before."
"Hehe." Uncle Lin touched his head and smiled embarrassedly: "This meal is so delicious!"
Zhou Hang was sitting quietly, wondering whether to eat fried chicken with ketchup or fried chicken with spicy sauce. Suddenly, he smelled a fragrance, and when he looked up and saw the hot fried rice on the table, his attention was slowly drawn away.
He couldn't help thinking that this fried rice seemed a little different from the fried rice at home. It looked better and more fragrant than the fried rice at home.
He then took Grandma Zhou's hand and said, "Grandma, I want to eat this."
When Grandma Zhou heard what he said, she was surprised and asked, "Really?"
Zhou Hang nodded seriously: "It smells good, just like fried chicken."
Grandma Zhou quickly picked up the rice spoon, scooped up some fried rice and fed it to Zhou Hang.
He chewed slowly, his round eyes widened: "It's delicious!"
He was young and couldn't think of any fancy words to describe the meal he had, so he could only use the simplest "delicious" to describe his inner satisfaction.
Seeing Zhou Hang enjoying his meal, Grandma Zhou became even happier.
In the end, Zhou Hang even felt that his grandmother fed him too slowly: "Grandma, you eat your meal, I can eat by myself."
In the end, almost everyone's belly was full.
Even Zhou Hang, who had been thinking about fried chicken at first, ate up all his meal. Grandma Zhou was really worried that he would get too full.
She touched Zhou Hang's belly and said, "Can you still eat fried chicken?"
Zhou Hang shook his head and said seriously, "No, I'm full. Fried rice is better than fried chicken. Can we eat this tomorrow?"
"all right."
Grandma Zhou smiled and said to Aunt Lin, "This meal is much more delicious than what I cook. No wonder Zhou Hang, who is so picky about food, loves it. If I had the cooking skills of Yi Nuo, Zhou Hang wouldn't be clamoring for fried chicken every day."
Aunt Lin then tried to attract business to Bai Yinuo: "Then you can bring Zhou Hang to Yinuo's restaurant to eat. You two are not far away from each other."
Grandma Zhou thought about it and felt that Bai Yinuo's shop was visibly clean and hygienic, which made her feel at ease. The fried rice was delicious and the price was not expensive, so she nodded.
At eight o'clock in the evening, the number of people in the store gradually decreased. Bai Yinuo was about to pack up and close the store when he suddenly heard footsteps outside the door and a familiar person walked in.
Bai Yinuo asked: "Grandpa Zhou, why are you here?"
Grandpa Zhou coughed while leaning on his cane. "After I sent them home, I suddenly felt very hungry. I thought about it and it must be because I didn't eat enough porridge at night. But it's so late at night, and it's not easy to cook at home. Yinuo, can you make me some egg fried rice?"
Bai Yinuo nodded: "Okay, sit down first, the meal will be ready soon." Then he turned and went into the kitchen.
After Grandpa Zhou sat down, he looked around and found that Uncle Lin was not there, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Bai Yinuo fried the rice very quickly, and the rice was ready and served. Grandpa Zhou smelled the fragrant smell of the egg fried rice and nodded in his heart: "Yes, this is the taste."
It was the smell that he had been dreaming about all the way!
He picked up the rice spoon, scooped a spoonful of rice into his mouth, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "It smells so good!" He had never eaten such delicious fried rice in his life.
It was worth it that after he sent Grandma Zhou home, he made an excuse to go out for a walk, walked around the park twice, and then returned.
Just as he was enjoying his meal, a familiar voice suddenly came to his ears.
"Uncle Zhou, didn't you go home?" Grandpa Zhou's body stiffened, and the hand holding the spoon stopped in mid-air.
He turned around awkwardly and greeted, "It's you, Xiaolin."
"Why are you back again?"
Uncle Lin replied, "My wife left her bag here, so she asked me to come and help her get it. Uncle Zhou, didn't I just buy you some porridge from the porridge shop? What's wrong? Are you not full?"
Grandpa Zhou coughed twice: "Yeah, I'm not full."
"Oh, you should have said so earlier." Uncle Lin slapped his thigh, feeling very sorry: "I'm so sorry, my wife is in a hurry to get the package, I'll go back first, I'll treat you to dinner next time, Uncle Zhou."
"Okay, okay, go back now."
Just when Grandpa Zhou thought he had finally escaped and felt relieved, Uncle Lin, who had walked to the door, suddenly turned around and said, "By the way, Uncle Zhou, didn't you say before that you don't eat at night? Don't you want to take care of your health at night?"
Grandpa Zhou: “…”
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The next day, Bai Yinuo got up at five in the morning, washed up, and went to the largest vegetable market nearby. The early bird catches the worm - this is the consensus of many experienced cooking enthusiasts. The vegetables in the vegetable market are often the freshest in the early morning. Vegetable farmers go to the vegetable fields early to pick the vegetables and transport the fresh vegetables to the vegetable market for sale. If you go too late, the good vegetables will be picked up by the hardworking people, leaving only some defective products.
Bai Yinuo has high requirements and will never cook food of poor quality.
As soon as she entered the market, enthusiastic vendors began to greet her.
"Little sister, come and have a look at my place. The leeks, asparagus, and tomatoes here are all the freshest. Look, they are all so tender!"
Bai Yinuo walked over, took a look and concluded: "Your leeks are not fresh. They must have been washed. They will rot after being left for a while."
Washed green leafy vegetables look very fresh and tender. In order to sell stale green leafy vegetables, many vendors take them out of the refrigerator, wash them, and claim that they are freshly picked. However, they quickly rot and spoil after customers buy them home.
Auntie smiled awkwardly: "Isn't that for your convenience when you go home to cook? It would be bad if you get mud on your body and dirty your hands."
Bai Yinuo smiled and said nothing.
The two of them understood each other tacitly, and the aunt also knew that Bai Yinuo was not as easy to fool as he appeared.
She muttered to herself, she didn't expect that this fair and tender-faced girl was so good at picking vegetables.
The vegetable seller thought she would not be able to make the order today.
Bai Yinuo suddenly pointed to a basket of sour plums next to him and said, "How much are these sour plums?"
The aunt immediately perked up: "You have good taste. These sour plums are grown in my own home. They are really fresh. I picked them this morning. You can buy them as snacks. 20 yuan per pound. If they are not sweet, you don't have to pay."
As the saying goes, spring makes you sleepy, autumn makes you tired, and summer makes you nap. The weather is getting hotter day by day. Seeing the fresh sour plums in front of him, Bai Yinuo was a little happy. Sour plums can reduce internal heat and relieve summer heat, which is very suitable for the dog days.
She picked up the basket and lifted it, saying, "Your small basket of sour plums is about five pounds. I want them all."
The aunt asked curiously, "How do you know it's five pounds?" Then she took the basket and put it on the electronic scale to try to weigh it - five pounds and one ounce.
The basket weighed about one or two taels. Bai Yinuo said that the sour plums weighed five pounds, which was almost exactly the same.
The aunt was surprised and said, "How accurate!"
After Bai Yinuo left, the aunt was still talking to the vendor next to her happily: "Just now, a little girl came with a basket and said that your sour plums weighed five kilograms. I weighed them and they were exactly five kilograms. It's amazing!"
"Then you can't be shortchanged in front of her."
The aunt was stunned for a moment, then she realized it belatedly. She was glad that she had a relatively good bottom line in doing business and did not tamper with the scale like others did, otherwise she would have been exposed.
After Bai Yinuo bought some ingredients for making sour plum soup, she returned to the store. She added drinking water to the ice tray in the refrigerator and put it in the freezer to make some ice cubes.
In previous lives, eating ice has always been a luxury.
Although there is a saltpeter ice making method, saltpeter is controlled by the government and rarely circulates in the market. Moreover, a large amount of saltpeter is required to make ice from water. Overall, the cost-effectiveness is far inferior to the ice storage method.
In winter, people dug ice from the moat, laid some straw on the bottom, covered it with leaves, and finally put it into the ice cellar for storage until summer. However, these ice cubes contained a lot of grass, wood, sand, and dirt, so they could not be eaten directly and could only be used to cool things.
So Bai Yinuo thinks that the modern refrigerator is a really good invention.
Bai Yinuo soaked the ingredients in water until they were swollen, then poured them into the pot together, brought to a boil over high heat, and finally simmered over low heat.
Filter the first boiled soup, keep the ingredients, add water and simmer over low heat. Then add rock sugar until it melts. The reason for boiling twice is similar to boiling tea. The first boil removes the astringency, and the second boil allows the flavor and medicinal properties of the ingredients to fully develop.
Finally, cool the cooked sour plum soup and put it in the refrigerator to chill.
Because she didn't intend to sell it to the public, she only drank it herself, so Bai Yinuo didn't make much. She gave some of the sour plum soup to Aunt Lin next door.
Uncle Lin and Lin Yu were not at home. It was a hot day in Hai City. The sour plum soup with ice cubes was cold, sweet and sour, fragrant and strong, making people reluctant to swallow it.
Aunt Lin praised the drink highly and drank several bowls before stopping.
Seeing that her share was about to be finished, she kept Lin Yu's share and put it in the refrigerator, and put Uncle Lin's share in a disposable paper cup and brought it to the mahjong room.
"Sister Lin, why are you here so late?"
Aunt Lin sat down and sighed pretentiously: "Yinuo is so filial. Because the weather was too hot, he made me some sour plum soup. I drank several bowls before coming here."
It's old Versailles.
"Yinuo is so good to you." The sisters who usually play mahjong with her cooperated with her and said with envy: "The naughty boy in my family has never cooked. I guess I will never be able to eat the food he cooks in my life."
Aunt Zhang usually quarrels with Aunt Lin, so she didn't support her at all: "Oh, this sour plum soup must be delicious. I heard that Yinuo is not working now and has opened a restaurant!"
People who didn't know about this said in surprise: "Is this true? How come I've never heard that Yinuo is a good cook? This is too unreliable!"
"Why is this kid not doing his job properly? What future does being a chef have? Many people start learning cooking right after graduating from junior high school. If a college graduate becomes a chef, then his college education is a waste. Sister Zhang, your son works for a listed company and now earns 500,000 yuan a year, right?"
"Yinuo seemed quite smart when he was young, how could he do such a stupid thing?"
Aunt Lin snorted and handed the disposable paper cup to a friend who had a better relationship with Bai Yinuo and did not ridicule him: "You all have a try."
Aunt Zhang glanced at it and said, "This is the sour plum soup. Oh, I've had that kind of canned sour plum soup before, and it tasted terrible, so sour that I almost vomited it all."
Aunt Wang took the paper cup. Although she was a little nervous after hearing what Aunt Zhang said, she couldn't refuse and took a sip. Who knew she couldn't stop drinking it.
Aunt Zhang added, "I heard that the brand of that canned sour plum soup has a history of hundreds of years. Even this old brand is so unpalatable, let alone the one made by Yinuo. By the way, Xiao Wang, how does it taste? If you think it doesn't taste good, don't force yourself."
Aunt Wang didn't answer for a long time.
Aunt Zhang turned her head to look at Xiao Wang and the others and found that Aunt Wang and the others were holding paper cups and drinking one sip after another, as if they were afraid that someone would snatch the cup away from them.
After Aunt Wang finished the last sip, she licked the corner of her mouth with satisfaction and exclaimed, "It tastes good!"
The sour plum soup with ice cubes is cool and sweet. After taking a sip, the restlessness caused by the hot weather instantly disappears, and the whole body seems to be soothed, with peace and satisfaction in the heart.
Sour plum soup can increase gastric acid secretion, improve appetite, relieve heat and promote salivation.
Aunt Wang felt that her appetite, which had been sluggish due to the bitter summer, had been awakened. She swallowed and couldn't help but said, "Sister Lin, is there any more? Can I have another cup?"
Aunt Lin waved her hand: "It's just a few cups. These are my husband's. I'll give them all to you."
Aunt Zhang was a little stunned and asked, "Is it delicious?"
Aunt Wang nodded continuously: "Yes, Sister Zhang, this sour plum soup is very thick, sour and sweet, and very appetizing. I have had a poor appetite recently and haven't eaten much all day. After drinking this bowl of sour plum soup, I feel hungry."
Aunt Wang is not the only one who suffers from the summer heat. Many aunts are old and can't stand the high temperature, which makes their stomachs sour and makes them unable to eat. When they heard Aunt Wang say this, they were quite tempted and couldn't help asking, "Really? Is it really so appetizing?"
Aunt Wang said, "Really? How could I lie to you?"
Aunt Wang has always been a very honest person. Even Aunt Zhang, who has always been against Aunt Lin, would not doubt what Aunt Wang says.
Bai Yinuo thought that business would be as lukewarm as it was yesterday, but the result was unexpected. When it was time for students to get out of class, the number of students coming to the store almost doubled, and there were many familiar faces who had been there yesterday.
Zhang Ke and Li Fengze walked to the store door excitedly with their two friends.
Xu Wenzhe looked at the small shop in front of him, put his hands in his pockets, and said with disdain: "Is this the shop you mentioned that sells delicious fried rice?"
Although Bai Yinuo has cleaned every corner of the restaurant several times and pays attention to cleaning on weekdays, the store is clean and tidy.
But Heijie is not home to any high-end restaurants. There are many open-air fried rice stalls, and the whole street looks smoky.
Xu Wenzhe, who was obsessed with mysophobia, immediately felt uncomfortable.
"Yes, that's the one." Zhang Ke replied.
"I don't want to eat at this kind of small restaurant. It doesn't look delicious and it looks unhygienic." Xu Wenzhe said, "It's a rare trip with you guys. I'll take you to eat at the newly opened Internet-famous Western restaurant Mia. It's my treat."
Zhang Ke swallowed his saliva when he heard Xu Wenzhe wanted to treat them, but he shook his head when he thought of the amazing beef fried rice he had yesterday. "Brother Zhe, believe me, although this store may not look impressive, the food sold here is really delicious. Li Fengze and I didn't take it seriously at first yesterday, but then Li Fengze almost snatched my meal away."
Li Fengze nodded: "Yeah, I don't want to eat at a Western restaurant either, let's eat at this one, Brother Zhe."
After Zhang Ke finished speaking, he pulled Xu Wenzhe's arm and walked inside, and said loudly to Bai Yinuo: "We want three servings of beef fried rice."
Li Fengze said happily: "I want a serving of beef fried rice and a serving of egg fried rice." Today I can finally eat her beef!
Xu Wenzhe, who was forcibly dragged into the store, shook off Zhang Ke's hand and prepared to turn around and leave, but when he turned around, he suddenly saw the delicate-looking Bai Yinuo, and the steps he was about to take paused.
When Xu Wenzhe came to his senses, he had already been pushed onto a stool by Zhang Ke.
Bai Yinuo entered the kitchen, and Xu Wenzhe rolled his eyes at them: "You guys aren't coming here to eat because of the owner of this restaurant, are you?"
Zhang Ke kept nodding his head: "Yes, yes." The boss's cooking is delicious.
Xu Wenzhe snorted, "You two are the kind of guys who forget their friends for the sake of beauty."
Zhang Ke: “???”
"No, what I want to say is that the boss cooks delicious food. Although she is also very beautiful, this is definitely not the whole reason why we called you here!"
Although he was somewhat shocked by the appearance of the store owner, Xu Wenzhe still did not change his original intention.
He even felt a little uneasy, worried that there would be bugs in the food.
"Even if you pull me in, I don't want to eat. I won't eat a single bite of food today even if I starve to death!"
Zhang Ke knew that Xu Wenzhe was a bit of a germaphobe and never came to Heijie to eat, but the fried rice he had yesterday was so delicious that he wanted to share it with Xu Wenzhe.
Zhang Ke saw that he was so resistant and suddenly felt a little embarrassed, feeling that he had done something wrong: "Okay then, Brother Zhe, but the meal has already been requested, it would be a shame to waste it."
"Then you solve them all!"
"Okay!" Zhang Ke agreed without hesitation. He felt a little sorry that Xu Wenzhe didn't want to eat such delicious fried rice, so he patted Xu Wenzhe on the shoulder and said with regret: "Brother Zhe, you don't have a good meal today!"
Xu Wenzhe said speechlessly: "Is it that exaggerated?"
When the meal was served, the hot aroma hit his face and Xu Wenzhe couldn't help but be stunned.
Zhang Ke and Li Fengze next to them skillfully brought some side dishes, then picked up their rice bowls and devoured the meal.
Another friend was so shocked when he ate the fried rice that he wanted to swallow his tongue: "Holy crap! You two actually didn't lie to me, this fried rice is amazing!
"I feel like the fried rice I make at home is pig food compared to this."
Xu Wenzhe on the side wanted to take back his previous words, because this bowl of rice was actually a bit exaggerated.
He had eaten the fried rice at Dinglou before. It was very expensive, but the taste was really good. It was the best fried rice he had ever eaten.
However, in this small restaurant, he saw fried rice that was as good as Dinglou in appearance and aroma.
Even this beef fried rice, with each grain of rice distinct and the egg bright and tender, seems... seems to be even more fragrant than the one in Dinglou.
Zhang is not a gourmet and his taste buds are not that sensitive. He just knows that today's beef fried rice is as delicious as yesterday's, so he just keeps his head down and eats.
After he finished his portion and was about to bring Brother Zhe's portion over to continue feasting, he found that Xu Wenzhe had picked up the rice spoon at some point and was tasting it bite by bite.
"Brother Zhe, don't you want to eat?" Zhang Ke touched his head and asked in confusion.
"It's none of your business."
"Brother Zhe, didn't you just say that you would never eat a single bite?"
Xu Wenzhe glanced at him, embarrassed but still trying to threaten him: "Do you still want the latest version of the game?"
"I want!"
"If you want it, shut up!"
Zhang Ke quickly shut his mouth.
Xu Wenzhe's father runs a company and his family is well-off, so he is a real second-generation rich. He has developed a picky taste because he has been eating delicacies from land and sea since he was a child.
Laymen enjoy the food, but experts know the tricks. The fried rice is not oily, not greasy, and not dry. Everything is just right. The inexpensive rice is cooked by the chef, and the essence is extracted and the dregs are discarded. The rice is full of fragrance and soft in texture, and it tastes like rice that costs hundreds of dollars per pound.
At this time, there was a burst of hurried footsteps outside the door, and four or five students came into the store.
Zhao Siqi walked quickly into the store and looked around: "This is the store you mentioned."
Chen Yu said, "It's this store."
She looked at her classmates helplessly because she had eaten fried rice in the classroom yesterday, so she was stared at by her classmates. As soon as the get out of class was over, they gathered around her desk and asked her to take them to the restaurant where they had eaten yesterday.
Zhao Siqi sat down directly and said to Bai Yinuo: "Boss, you don't know how sad I was last night."
Bai Yinuo asked curiously: "What's wrong?"
"Chen Yu ate your beef fried rice in the classroom last night, and I only had one bite. As a result, after I went to bed last night, my mind was full of thoughts about your beef fried rice. As I was thinking, the daybreak came, and I realized that I hadn't slept the whole night." Zhao Siqi looked pitiful: "Boss, can the beef fried rice I ordered today be as delicious as the one Chen Yu ate yesterday? Only in this way can I make up for the pain in my heart."
Bai Yinuo was amused by Zhao Siqi's serious look and nodded, "Okay, no problem."
When the meal was served, Zhao Siqi immediately took out her cell phone from her pocket, took many photos, and then posted them on WeChat Moments.
[This is the culprit that kept me awake all night, come and help me condemn it!!! [Picture][Picture[Picture]]]
Her phone vibrated immediately, indicating that someone had liked and commented on her post.
[You're spreading poison late at night, okay you're gone (smile).]
[Is this the fried rice you made yourself? It looks delicious.]
Zhao Siqi originally wanted to respond to the comments from friends and family.
However, the fragrance of fried rice wafted over her face, instantly arousing her appetite and making her appetite grow.
The bite of beef fried rice she had yesterday haunted her all night long.
She swallowed, turned the phone over, and picked up the spoon to eat.
The rice in the beef fried rice is soft but chewy, and the beef is rich in gelatin and chewy. When you bite it, the fresh and fragrant juice flows out. The fragrance of the rice, the aroma of the braised beef, and the light fragrance of the scallions are mixed together. After taking a bite, you feel the whole person's inner peace and satisfaction.
"Damn, this is so delicious."
"Wow, what was that fried rice I ate before?"
After she finished eating, she touched her round belly and opened her phone with satisfaction and replied: [This bowl of rice was not made by me, but by the restaurant in the middle of the black street. If I could make it, I would be willing to burn incense and pray to the Buddha.]
[Wow, such a delicious fried rice is only 15 yuan. The boss is really kind and beautiful. I want to marry her.]
At this time, Aunt Lin and her friends came.
Aunt Lin asked, "Yinuo, do you still have some sour plum soup? They all want to buy some."
Aunt Wang nodded continuously: "Yes, Yinuo, this sour plum soup is so delicious. How much is it?"
Bai Yinuo shook his head: "I'm sorry, the sour plum soup is made for my own drinking. I don't make much, so it's not for sale."
Aunt Wang suddenly looked bitter: "Yinuo, don't you know that summer is here? I've been suffering a lot recently. I have no appetite and drinking Huoxiang Zhengqi water has no effect. But after drinking your sour plum soup, my appetite suddenly improved. If it weren't for your sour plum soup, I really don't know what I would do."
Several aunties who had drunk sour plum soup nodded quickly: "Yes, Yinuo, please sell us a few portions. The aunties have money."
When Zhao Siqi and Chen Yu heard about sour plum soup, it was like a radar finding a target: "What? Sour plum soup? Boss, I want some too!"
There is no reason to kick out a guest who comes to your door.
Seeing so many people wanting to drink sour plum soup, Bai Yinuo thought for a moment and said, "I still have some sour plums left. I'll make some more tomorrow. You can come buy some at this time tomorrow."
The aunts were all smiling happily.
At this time, Aunt Lin smiled and said, "Since you are here, why not have a meal before leaving and try Yinuo's cooking."
The aunts who came were all interested in sour plum soup. Because they felt that they were bothering Bai Yinuo, they did not refuse and sat down according to Aunt Lin's wishes.
Aunt Wang asked: "What delicious food do you have here?"
"We only have egg fried rice and beef fried rice now." Bai Yinuo made a suggestion after he finished speaking: "If you feel that you have lost your appetite, eating some pickles will also help. The pickles here are free, you can take them yourself."
Aunt Wang's heart skipped a beat when she heard Bai Yinuo's words. Because of the bitter summer, Aunt Wang had tried many methods, including pickles, but it didn't work. Moreover, the fried rice was greasy, and Aunt Wang felt that her appetite, which had been somewhat boosted by the sour plum soup, was now a little sour.
She felt a little bitter, but she had already sat down as Auntie Lin had said. It would be unreasonable not to order, so she thought for a while before saying, "Then I'll have beef fried rice."
At Aunt Lin's call, the other aunts ordered fried rice one after another.
After the food was served, Aunt Lin went to get some pickles.
Aunt Wang was stunned when she saw the pickled white radish in front of her. The radish was juicy and sliced so thin that it was transparent. You could even see the flower-like texture inside it, and it was crystal clear like white jade.
She couldn't help but pick up the chopsticks, picked up a thin slice, put it in her mouth and started chewing.
The sweet and sour taste of white radish instantly reaches your taste buds.
The pickled white radish slices are crispy and fresh, as if they were just dug out of the ground. They exude a unique fragrance, are crispy and delicious, with just the right amount of saltiness, making your mouth water.
Aunt Wang kept chewing the white radish slices in her mouth: "So crispy!"
Her originally lazy stomach was awakened, and she was embarrassed to find that her stomach was growing.
Just at this time, the fried rice was served.
She looked at the steaming fried rice in front of her and felt a little dizzy. It seemed... it seemed not so greasy.
The fried rice is not as greasy as the fried rice sold outside, but is visibly fresh.
She picked up the rice spoon, scooped a mouthful of beef fried rice into her mouth, chewed it twice and couldn't help but widen her eyes. The braised beef was full of juice, tender and chewy, and it was perfect with the soft and fragrant fried rice.
She had only intended to eat a few mouthfuls of rice, but she never stopped, spooning rice into her mouth one spoonful after another. It was not until the bowl was empty that she came to her senses and realized that she had eaten up all the beef fried rice and pickled white radish in front of her.
It feels so good! Aunt Wang touched her stomach.
After not being able to eat or drink for days, her empty stomach was satisfied by the delicious fried rice, and her weak body was revitalized by the carbohydrates. She felt like she was finally full of energy.
Aunt Wang was immersed in a state of isolation, savoring the taste of the fried rice. It took her a while to come back to reality, and then she realized that she was too absorbed in eating!
She awkwardly picked up the tissue, wiped her mouth gracefully, and looked around, hoping no one noticed her embarrassment.
Fortunately, after the meal was served, no one was chatting at the table anymore.
The aunts who were chatting smelled the fragrance of the food and their appetites grew. They gradually lost interest in conversation and ate without even raising their heads, including Aunt Lin who had eaten the beef fried rice.
“This white radish is so appetizing!”
"This snow vegetable is even better than the ones my mom pickles. Just a little bit of it can give me two mouthfuls of rice."
"The pickled cowpeas are so tender, they are all emerald green. I wonder how they can be pickled to be so delicious and beautiful."
After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, Aunt Wang wanted to ask Bai Yinuo how the pickled vegetables were so good, but then she thought about it and realized that Yinuo had opened a restaurant. This was someone else's secret recipe, and he made a living from it, so she didn't want to ask too much.
So he changed the topic and asked, "Yinuo, your pickles are so crispy and tender, they go really well with rice. It's rare that Auntie can eat so much today, all thanks to these pickles. Can you sell Auntie a portion of these pickles?"
Bai Yinuo shook his head and said, "No."
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