I have become popular in modern times with food

Chapter 281

The City of Flowers lives up to its name, with vines fluttering in every eye, and the fragrance of flowers is overflowing when you smell it carefully.Walking on this street is like savoring the unique atmosphere of this nation, which is lazy and long.

"There are many old shops with a long history on this street. That one, the one with a coffee-colored awning hanging at the door, even celebrities would come here to drink their coffee." Fang Zilu pointed to the not far away, and Yu Jian Introduced, "There is also that one, it is said that it has been open for more than [-] years, and the country roast chicken is very delicious..."

Yu Jian smiled and looked closely along his hand, and was aroused: "You know these things very well."

"That's not true! My wife married me because my family runs a restaurant. I secretly told you that she is a foodie!" Fang Zilu thought of the scene when he fell in love with his wife back then. For a long time, it seriously hurt his self-esteem.

Yu Jian smiled and listened to him muttering to himself, and her eyes were attracted by an inconspicuous shop in the corner.

Among the shops surrounded by canals and flowers, this small shop looks so quaint.The whole is gray and black in color, and the vines on the wall spread over, adding a touch of color to it.What attracted Yu Jian was not only its ordinaryness, but also because——

Its signboard is written in Chinese characters - Malatang.

Fang Zilu talked for a long time, but found that no one responded to him, shut his mouth and looked back, and found that Yu Jian was looking at a certain place.When he saw the signboard, he squinted his eyes instantly: "Huh? When did you open a Mala Tang?"

He didn't seem to have it when he came last time, did he?No no no, definitely not!Although he is sometimes irrelevant, he is very keen when it comes to professional knowledge.

He sure!This must be a new store!
"Go, go and have a look!" Yu Jian called to stop him, and the two walked into the shop together.

When they walked in, the two couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

Originally, I thought that the interior would have the same decoration style as the exterior, but I didn't expect it to be quite different.The whole body is the festive red that Chinese people like, and the walls are painted with colorful paintings to depict the scenes of the city and rivers and lakes, which is eye-catching.

There are also quite a few guests inside, most of them are yellow-skinned and black-haired Asians, who are eating mouthfuls.

"Welcome! We choose dishes by ourselves, and pay at the cashier after you choose!" A familiar Huaxia voice came from inside, which made Yu Jian feel very cordial.Even the process of eating Malatang is exactly the same as in China, Yu Jian raised her eyebrows, picked up the shelf from the side cabinet, and started picking up the dishes in the freezer.

Fang Zilu tugged at her, showing embarrassment: "I've come to Huacheng, do you want to eat some local specialties?"

Yu Jian shook her head: "Try it and see if it's different from domestic ones."

One sentence vetoed his mind.

Soon, the hot Malatang with red oil and sesame sauce floating on the soup was delivered to the two of them.A strong fragrance of onion and garlic, accompanied by the wonderful aroma of sesame and peanuts, shocked Yu Jian and instantly melted into it.

In a large porcelain white bowl, clear bean skin, pleated bean curd sticks, bright red meat slices, oily green vegetable stalks are rippling in the rippling soup water,

She picked up the chopsticks, picked up a bean curd dipped in spicy oil, and put it into her mouth.In just a split second, the dense taste mixed with green onion and garlic exploded in the mouth, hot and hot, burning the tip of her tongue and numb her lips.

However, after the initial overbearing, this spicy taste quickly turned into a layered taste.The bean skin is thin and slightly chewy, soft and not rotten, slightly hot, but not sticky at all.

There is still a rich soup hanging on the bean skin, chewing it, the mouth is fragrant.

Take another bite of the marinated and tender beef slices. As soon as the teeth bite down, the juice in the meat cracks bursts out. The aroma of sesame oil and meat fat blend together, making people want to swallow their tongues.

The essence of malatang is in this thick soup. Yu Jian tasted it carefully. It is pork bone. It is boiled with only onion and ginger cooking wine and water of life. It has been boiled for at least five hours until the bones and flesh are separated. The bone marrow is overflowing. In this bowl of soup, there are three flavors of bone, meat and bone marrow, which are rich and rich.

The chili oil should also be hand-cooked, with red chili peppers from Sichuan Province as the base, mixed with Xiangxi chili peppers that are less spicy, fried in hot oil, then cooled and layered, wrapped with fried white sesame seeds, sprinkled with Some crushed peanuts are fragrant.

She couldn't help taking one mouthful after another, until she finished all the ingredients in the bowl, and finally finished the red oil and spicy soup together. Only then did she feel so relieved, and even the forehead was slightly sweaty.

Fang Zilu fanned the wind with one hand, and tightly held the chopsticks with the other. He quickly stuffed slices of meat and vegetables into his mouth, and muttered a few words in his spare time: "It's so spicy, so spicy..."

It was indeed spicy. He, a Jiangnan native who likes sweets, was so stimulated by this spiciness that he couldn't stop.Every mouthful makes him feel as if he is in this mural, holding a long sword, drinking heavily and eating meat, chivalrous all over the world...

In China, this may be the most common food on the street, but at this moment, it seems to make him realize a different true meaning of life.

"Are you from Huaxia?" The meal time was almost over, and the guests were leaving in a hurry. The little girl who had served them spicy hot pot just now walked up to them curiously and asked.

Fang Zilu nodded desperately: "Yes, yes, yes!"

The little girl's eyes lit up, and she waved to the kitchen: "Hey, you're really from China!"

The door of the back kitchen was opened, and a tall young man came out. He seemed to be in his twenties, with an apron around his body, and he looked surprisingly delicate.

Fang Zilu looked straight, this... If it wasn't for the huge difference in height, he would have thought it must be a girl just by looking at her looks, right?

As soon as the man opened his mouth, he completely gave up, and said in a hoarse voice: "Hello, I am also from Huaxia."

Through talking, Yu Jian knew that the two were a young couple. The boy was Li Bai, from Sichuan Province. His girlfriend was studying fashion design in Huacheng. In order to accompany her, Li Bai opened a small shop here.

"Your name... is tall..." Fang Zilu was in awe. If he was talking about the ancients, Li Bai was the one he admired the most in his life. Poet of ambition in general.

Li Bai smiled shyly, and the subwoofer said, "My mother is a lover of ancient poetry, and my father's surname is Li, so he simply named me that."

Yu Jian observed this seemingly ordinary but unusual small shop, and a sentence suddenly popped up in her mind.

Master, in the folk.

(End of this chapter)