Chapter 150 Watching the fun still requires a side dish of drinks.
There were no ghost crabs, no large prawns, and none of the finest seafood.
It was all eaten up by Jiang's private kitchen!
Ask if there's anything to discuss? Yes! Go have a cup of tea with the owner of Jiang's Private Kitchen, chat for a bit, and maybe that'll work.
Unfortunately, this policy is not suitable for Mr. Tong.
Jiang's Private Kitchen can't beat them openly, so they'll have to secretly compete with them here!
Hmph, they're courting death!
He wanted to see if the Jiang family could sell all that seafood they had stockpiled! If they couldn't sell it within three days, all of that seafood would die!
He's waiting to see what happens!
Boss Tong didn't know the word "monopoly".
As the major shareholder of Chengbang Logistics, Jiang Shan stated that she felt no pressure whatsoever regarding "monopolizing the Chongqing seafood market." She could do whatever she wanted, eat what she could, and sell what she couldn't. She could sell to whomever she pleased.
Before launching a desperate counterattack, she needed to prepare a "side dish" for those watching the spectacle.
Three days before the countdown to "Jiang's Private Kitchen Live Stream," guests at Tong's Private Kitchen sensed an unusual tension.
The quality of Tong's Private Kitchen has dropped several levels. Although the prices are cheaper, it's not the same as it used to be!
Even more damning is that the promotional leaflet for Jiang's Private Kitchen states that the ingredients used in the live broadcast include ghost crab, blue crab, large blue lobster, and various high-end ingredients from land, sea, and air!
Without comparison, there is no harm. Anyone with eyes doesn't need a nose to know who the real winner is after this contest.
As the number of onlookers grew, so did the number of those who raised the banner and booed. Whether they were die-hard Jiang Zemin supporters, wavering supporters of China, or haters with conflicting interests, they all craned their necks to comment.
The number of viewers at the live stream of Jiang's Private Kitchen was even greater than when the restaurant opened.
Even the girls from Hongxiufang, the largest brothel in Chongqing, came to watch the excitement, bringing with them fragrant breezes and attracting "butterflies" and "bees" drawn by the scent.
Before the live broadcast officially began, Shen Shusheng passionately expounded on Jiang's Private Kitchen's corporate culture and development philosophy, emphasizing "innovation," "service," "safety," and "satisfaction," and finally opened the show with a divine song that would make even Buddha want to kneel in worship.
"Holding the earth in his left hand and the sky in his right, lightning cracked out from the palm lines in all directions..."
The moment Jiang Shan heard Shen Shusheng speak, he turned to look at Sanlang in shock.
The six brothers rehearsed this song for a long time, but none of them could sing it with the right feel and tune. Jiang Shan, being a half-baked singer, was really out of luck, so they decided to have San Lang and Xiao Si perform, with Xiao Si singing the low notes and San Lang singing the high notes.
Sanlang leaned close to Jiangshan's ear and said with a grin, "When we were rehearsing, Mr. Shen heard it too. This morning, Fourth Brother's voice wasn't very good, so Mr. Shen said he should sing this song. I think Mr. Shen sings better than Fourth Brother!"
It's more than just pleasant to listen to!
In modern times, Mr. Shen's voice would definitely make him a household name!
"When troubles can bloom into a red lotus, don't stop, give me all distractions...!"
"Great! Well sung! So beautifully!" A girl in a purple dress from Hongxiufang clutched her handkerchief tightly, her eyes brimming with tears of excitement.
Some who understood the music closed their eyes in rapture, as if they were the only ones left in the world, along with the enchanting sound on stage.
"Mother, let's ask around about this gentleman and invite him to Hongxiufang to write lyrics and compose music for the ladies!" the girl in purple said, pulling at the flamboyantly dressed woman beside her.
The woman pursed her lips. "I'd like to, but our new master hasn't even shown his face yet. Who knows if he likes listening to folk songs or playing with firearms?"
"Mom! Why don't you go and ask her? Don't you want your daughter to steal the show at the Flower Festival in three months?" the girl in purple asked sweetly.
The woman flicked the handkerchief in her hand and said impatiently, "Alright, Mom knows. I'll go ask the head!"
Shen Shusheng's rendition of "Left Finger Pointing to the Moon" was incredibly smooth, with a seamless transition from low to high notes. He effortlessly traversed three octaves without even breaking a sweat, earning him the title of a god among sages!
When the music ended, thunderous applause continued for a long time, and the scholar took three bows before the crowd quieted down.
Next up was the real food livestream. Kitchen utensils for steaming, boiling, baking, and roasting were neatly arranged, and all sorts of prepared ingredients were brought out one by one. Everyone couldn't help but exclaim: What huge bowls!
A large iron pot was pushed out, the charcoal at the bottom was lit, and a bucket of water was poured in. After the water boiled, Chef Ding raised a large bowl in his hand and announced loudly, "This is the hot pot base mentioned in the brochure. It's something our boss just developed. It comes in two flavors: fresh spicy and numbing spicy. The spiciness is incredibly satisfying!"
After saying that, he poured all the base ingredients from a large bowl into the pot, and then added half a bottle of chicken bouillon. A rich, spicy aroma slowly wafted out.
Once the pot boiled again, Saburo, Ishi, and the others came forward one by one, carrying the ingredients.
"Lamb rolls, lamb brains, sliced pork belly, prawns... The pot contains broth for five people. If you prefer a stronger flavor, add some salt; if you prefer a milder flavor, add more water. Our restaurant usually adjusts the amount of hot pot base according to the number of customers... Oh, the pot is spicy. If you want a numbing and spicy flavor, you can dip it in our specially prepared numbing and spicy sauce. The taste is the same."
"Let's talk about our dipping sauce. This is our boss's homemade soy sauce. It's salty, savory, and refreshing, with a bright color. With it, even the cabbage stalks can taste like meat!"
As they were talking, Chef Ding had already scooped out a few slices of meat from the pot for Sanlang, a few shrimp for Shitou, and the pig brains for Xiaoqi.
Saburo scooped a spoonful of broth from the pot into a bowl, carried the bowl around the crowd, and ate and commented as he walked: "This is fresh mutton that hasn't been processed at all. It's perfect for hot pot when sliced thinly. The meat is very tender, and the mutton has absorbed all the broth. The gamey smell is completely covered by the spiciness of the broth. Uncles, aunts, brothers, sisters, grandpas, and grandmas who love meat definitely can't miss this!"
Shi Tou picked up a large shrimp, took a bite, then dipped it in the soy sauce dish, took another bite, squinted his eyes, and said, "So fresh and tender! So bouncy and smooth! The freshness of the shrimp meat combined with the salty aroma of the soy sauce makes the shrimp meat's natural sweetness even more layered, making it especially refreshing!"
When it was Xiao Qi's turn, he swallowed hard, dipped the sheep brain directly into the soy sauce, skewered it with chopsticks, stuck out his tongue and licked the soy sauce off the brain, then squinted in blissful delight.
I watched as he licked the soy sauce off the top of his food, cleaning it thoroughly before rolling it back in the soy sauce. Then he ate it in small bites, licking the soy sauce off his lips after each bite, then another bite, then another lick, his happiness overflowing.
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