20 years of spring breeze

Chapter 82

Xiaohong nodded and said: "Okay, that one is anti-eat, full and warm, let's go, far away?"

Chen Xiao led a few people to the east, and said: "This way, we have to walk for a while, at the other end of the middle street, outside the Dadong Market."

A few people walked all the way, and turned right from the east entrance of Middle Street. On both sides of the road were dome sheds, huge sheds connected to each other, and below was the Dadong Market, which was completely accessible.

Turning around and walking several tens of meters, Chen Xiao pointed to the front and said, "That's the one, the earthen stove makes it out of one pot."

Everyone watched the passing vehicles cross the road and entered the restaurant. As expected, there were no tables in the room, but earthen stoves built one by one. At this moment, two groups of people were already eating, and the room was filled with the smell of stew. And liquor taste.

I ordered a bean bone pot, the boss brought hot water, and a few people sat down to drink the hot water and rest their legs, waiting for the meal.Xiaowei said to the boss: "Boss, put an eggplant in it, and then put two green peppers, fresh ribs."

The boss just laughed and said: "It's okay, it's not worth anything, so it's delicious? It's not a mess."

Xiaowei said: "Just stew it randomly, as long as it tastes good, you can put it down."

The boss nodded and said, "Okay, I'll put it on for you, it's none of my business if it doesn't taste good."

Xiaowei said: "Okay, it's none of your business, you can let it go." The boss went to the back kitchen to work. This store is only the boss, and he is busy in the front and back, without hiring anyone.

Soon the boss prepared the ingredients, came out with a big iron pot, walked up to Xiaowei and the others and said, "Do me a favor, take that pot down." After bringing it down, the boss sat on the pot full of things in his hand, clapped his hands, took the pot in Xiaowei's hand and said: "Light it on fire and stew, don't take off the lid, it won't taste good if it runs out of gas. Paste the pastry and then reveal it."

Xia Maosheng bent down and took a lighter to light the fire. Although it was said to be an earthen stove, it didn't really burn firewood, but used gas.

The boss looked down at the fire, adjusted the size, and said: "Just simmer like this, it will be ready in a while, hurry up. I'm going to make noodles, don't take off the lid, and pour the hot water by yourself when you're done drinking. It’s in the kettle over there.”

The table next to it shouted to settle accounts, and the boss walked over with an iron pot: "85, do you have zero? I don't have money to look for, and it hasn't opened yet." Several people at the table gathered together, 83, and the boss took it. Putting the money in his pocket without saying anything, he said, "Have you eaten well? Come again." The people at that table agreed and left. The boss put the empty pot in his hand on the ground, and brought down the pot after eating. Then put the empty pot on and went into the kitchen with the leftover pot.

Xiaohong whispered, "85? Why is it so expensive?"

Xia Maosheng pointed to a row of beer bottles beside the earthen stove and said, "Drinking those beers, it costs two yuan a bottle."

Chen Xiao said: "It's three yuan here, a bottle of beer around Zhongjie is three yuan, and it's also three yuan on Taiyuan Street. I guess you haven't been to a restaurant there."

Xiaowei said, "I've been there, it costs two yuan."

Chen Xiao shook his head and said, "I don't know, anyway, the few places I've been to are all three yuan."

Chen Hui said: "It doesn't matter how much he pays, we won't drink it. Will Lao Xia drink it? Xiaowei, will you drink it? What about Lao Yang? Don't you drink it? Forget it, I won't drink it either."

Chen Xiao stared at him and asked, "You don't care how much money he has, don't you drink?"

Chen Hui was stunned for a moment, and said, "Did I say that? Oh, don't drink it, don't drink it, I'm too tired to say it clearly, what's the truth?"

The kung fu stove was boiling, and it was steaming hot. Xiaohong leaned over and sniffed it, and said, "It's really fragrant, why can't I cook it at home?"

Xia Maosheng said: "Yes, it can be done after Xiaowei learns it. As for the seasoning and ingredients, the chef's cooking is different from that at home. Generally, the seasoning at home is less, and the oil is also less."

After stewing for about ten minutes, the boss came out with a pot and said, "Let me down, I'll make some pastries for you." Xiaowei and Xia Maosheng stood up, and the boss put the pot on the side of the stove, and uncovered it. When the lid of the pot was opened, a puff of white smoke and strong fragrance rose into the sky, and everyone couldn't help sniffing.The boss put the lid of the pot aside, stretched out his hand to make the dough and said with a smile, "Is it delicious? If you eat this stuff, you want to come back again. It's affordable. It's all real stuff. The pigs are all raised by us."

Yang Tiebin said: "Come on, how many bones do you have to sell in a day? How many pigs do you have to kill? You run a pig farm?"

The boss put the mixed dumplings of corn noodles and white noodles on the iron pot and pressed them tightly, and said: "Don't tell me, my family really runs a pig farm, just behind Laolongkou, and my pigs grow up on distiller's grains." Yes, they can drink more than you, believe it?"

Everyone laughed together, the boss said something interesting.

The boss got used to it, so he put the pastry on again and again, put the lid back on and adjusted the fire, saying: "Look at the watch, it will be ready in 5 minutes. Would you like some wine? I'll get it." "

Yang Tiebin rubbed his nose and said, "Forget it, I don't dare to drink at your house. The pigs in your house can drink better than ours. How embarrassing?" Hahaha, everyone laughed again.

The boss said: "If you don't believe me, you will know after a few bites. The meat taste of the pigs fed with distiller's grains is really different from that of ordinary feed. Half of the restaurants in this market use my pigs. The repeat customers are higher than the average family of others.”

Xia Maosheng said: "Boss, you earn so much money from raising pigs and still suffer from this tiredness?"

The boss rubbed his hands and said: "At the beginning, few pigs were used and few pigs were raised, so I set up such a shop, and then I got used to it. Anyway, I am the only one watching, and the pig farm is for my son to take care of. , The couple of them will do that, and my wife will help out with the cooking."

Xiaowei asked: "Where did you get those old distiller's grains? You still have a winery?"

Chen Hui pointed to the east and said, "That's the old Longkou factory. There were a lot of distiller's grains in that year. I guess it was contracted because of something."

The boss nodded and said, "Yes, I'm from the distillery. I've kept the distiller's grains for ten years, and I don't need to pay for them. Just feed them pigs. Then I'll send them to the cafeteria. They're old acquaintances, so I don't care much."

Xiaohong looked at her watch and said, "It's been 7 minutes, can you eat?"

The boss nodded and said: "You can eat it, eat it." He stretched out his hand to lift the lid of the pot, and another puff of white smoke rushed to the ceiling. The taste is different now, and there is indeed a little smell of wine in it. The aroma of pastry makes people move their index fingers.

Xiaowei reached in and uncovered a pastry, blew it and handed it to Xiaohong, took another one himself, elbowed Chen Hui and said, "Come on, let's do it, eat."

Chen Hui immediately realized that he didn't care about the heat, so he stretched out his hand and uncovered one, blew a few times between his two hands and handed it to Chen Xiao, saying, "Come, eat." Chen Xiao pouted, Still reached out to take it, and took a bite.

Everyone started eating in a daze, and the boss sat aside, lit a cigarette and stood there in a daze.

The boss really didn't lie. The meat tastes really good, and there is a clear difference in taste from ordinary pigs. While eating Xiaowei, he said, "It's really delicious, why don't we buy some of this pork and go back home."

Xiaohong looked up and asked, "Where should I put it? It's not cold yet, and it will be broken in a few days."

Xiaowei took a bite of the pastry, thought for a while and said, "Why don't you buy a refrigerator?"

Xiaohong raised her foot and kicked Xiaowei's leg vigorously and said, "Is it uncomfortable for you to not spend money for two days now? Isn't it?"

　Two days ago, I saw a set in the group, eat one pot, and thought of this one in Dadong Market.In other words, I haven't eaten in almost 20 years.Alone in a foreign land as a stranger.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)