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Chapter 370 Father and Daughter Battle ([-])
For jar meat, use non-smelly mutton.The one in Yu Jian's hand is a freshly slaughtered Rob sheep fed by grain, fat and thin.According to the proportion, according to the proportion of each jar, a piece of lamb is served with a handful of chickpeas, two pieces of yellow radish, and half of an onion.

Inspired by Yu Jianguo, Yu Jian made a simple shelf, and cooked the meat on the naan pit, and baked sesame naan cakes in the pit. The aroma of grains was accompanied by the aroma of meat, and each layer was better than the other. .

At eleven o'clock, it's time for dinner.Old faces flooded into the gate of the restaurant again.

Entering the door is the strong smell of sheep, which stimulated the appetite of the diners. From time to time, they glanced at the curtain of the back kitchen and licked the corners of their lips.

"Miss Boss, today's taste... is not ordinary!" Xiaobao went to the door to play in the snow after eating, and the young mother kept a high degree of attention while chatting with the proprietress.

The proprietress spat out a melon seed shell, and said mysteriously: "Don't tell me, you really have a good fortune!"

So, under the eager anticipation of everyone, two figures, one big and one small, appeared in the back kitchen.The small one is of course the familiar creek, but the big one... Wearing a mask to reveal a pair of eyes, it is indescribably similar to the little girl in front.

Xiao Bao tilted his head and bit his fingers and asked cutely: "Sister Xiaoxi, who is that uncle?"

Xiaoxi squatted down, scratched his little nose, and blinked: "That's my father!"

The word "father" is a bit unfamiliar to Xiaobao. His father has been away from home for many years, and he only comes back during the holidays.Xiaobao's impression of him is just a glimpse of him in the video, and the voice that always calls his name.

He turned around, threw himself into his mother's arms, rubbed his mother's waist, and said weakly, "Xiaobao...Xiaobao also has a father!"

The young mother's eyes were red, she touched his head, and comforted him in a low voice: "Of course, Xiaobao's father likes Xiaobao the most."

But in my heart, I once again firmed up my thoughts: it's time to meet up with the child's father.

Today's menu is surprisingly rich.Sharp-eyed diners find that two of the dishes here are made in the south. Look at the hot and sour chicken offal. Silky sweetness.Look at the emerald green spinach tip. After blanching, it is served with mashed garlic.

There are two pieces of jar meat...

Ok?two copies? ? ?

The diners looked at the two identical tea mugs in front of them, and were a little confused.

"This is?" Someone pointed to the tea mug and dared not open it, but his throat moved desperately, showing a greedy look.No way, that smell is too fragrant...

The proprietress is here, and she looks like you have got a bargain, and said: "You all have a taste, and vote later——"

Yu Jianguo cheerfully prepared the dishes. It was his first time doing this kind of work, and he thought it would be quite fun.Especially when the students pretended to be pitiful and said good things to let him get two more pieces of meat, the kind of sincere pride made him so happy.

The young mother pointed to two identical tea mugs and asked her son, "Which one do you want to eat?"

Xiao Bao walked back and forth between the two tea mugs with a little mouse, and it took him a long time to make a difficult choice: "That's it!"

The young mother pushed his choice in front of him: "If you choose, you can only eat your own!" The two of them only took two portions, Xiaobao couldn't eat too much, and the rest would definitely fall into her stomach.

Xiao Bao glanced at the tea mug in front of his mother with some hesitation, and gritted his teeth: "Okay!"

The lid was carefully lifted, and the water vapor condensed into soup, rolled around on the lid, and then fell back into the main force. The sound of "ding dong ding dong", accompanied by bursts of fragrance, captured Xiaobao's heart all at once. Heart.

"Wow! It's milk!" Xiaobao was very surprised. The soup in the teapot was milky and white, just like the milk he drank.No—milk doesn't have such an aroma!
He grabbed the spoon, scooped it up himself, took two breaths, and put it in his mouth.The broth is clear and sweet, with a warm and mellow aroma, spreading into the mouth bit by bit.

Xiaobao didn't know any fancy rhetoric, he just thought it was a fresh taste that he had never tasted since he grew up.But other people are different, they only took a sip, and tasted the extraordinary taste of this tea mug.

The elegance of the mutton is repeatedly compressed with the high temperature and fire, and condensed into drops of rich soup. The grandeur of the grassland and the enthusiasm of the sheep seem to be integrated into this broth.

Fragrant.

This is their most intuitive feeling about soup.

Complex depression.

This is the fragrance left behind when the soup slides into the throat.

If you don't taste the medicinal materials carefully, you won't be able to taste it, but you can find clues in the traces, which makes people have a long aftertaste...

Another bite of mutton, this is a different taste.The leg meat is full of tendons, but it is soft and rotten by stewing, but it is surprisingly delicate.The meat has absorbed the essence of the soup, rolled on the tip of the tongue, and overflowed with different flavors of soup.It's just such a mouthful of soup and meat, I can't wait for people to swallow their tongues together.

There was no sound of talking in the restaurant for a long time, and everyone was immersed in the happiness brought to them by the meat, unable to extricate themselves for a long time.

Yu Jianguo watched with satisfaction as everyone drank his clear stewed mutton soup, and showed a provocative smile to his daughter.The proud face seemed to feel that he had won.

"The good show is yet to come." Yu Jian silently mouthed to him, signaling him to continue reading.The clear stewed mutton soup in the south is rare, so it is naturally a bit of a head start, but people, after all, are more emotional about the things they are used to eating.

As she expected, after a brief shock, everyone's eyes shifted to another tea mug.As soon as a corner of the lid was opened, a strange and familiar smell came to the nostrils, and the expression on his face softened unconsciously.

Inside is the shiny mutton bone, mixed with radish and tooth skin, with a unique strong aroma.The hands of the students have reached out to the pepper powder on the table, sprinkled a thick layer, stirred it, and took a big sip from the tea mug...

The thick soup stained with mutton oil stars, moistened with pepper, brings a little spicy, but perfectly neutralizes the slight smell of mutton soup. It is delicious but not greasy.The hot soup flowed down the throat to the stomach and abdomen, and the warm current swept through the whole body in an instant.

The yellow radish is stewed so soft and glutinous, it melts between the lips after a sip, with a slight sweetness.Yapizi is also stewed until the original spicy taste is removed, leaving only the unique sweetness of vegetables, but without losing the crispness. When you bite down, you can still feel the slightly hard touch of the teeth in contact with it.

This delicious and spicy fragrance...is the favorite taste of Xinjiang people...

(End of this chapter)