Looking at the thin and tender mutton slices, red and bright, lying neatly on the clean blue and white porcelain plate.
Ning Weimin stared at it fiercely and held it between his hands, as if he had never seen or eaten boiled mutton in a century.
At the moment, all he knows is that the chopsticks in his hand are going back and forth between the meat plate and the hot pot a thousand times.
Then chew it hungrily, swallow it, and repeat the cycle.
He didn't even bother to pick up the cup filled with wine and take a sip.
Although the restaurant is filled with fog and airtight.
The smell of smoke, wine, meat, sweat, fire, steam...all mixed together.
It mixed into a very unpleasant sweet taste.
Although the surrounding environment is extremely noisy.
The children were crying, the adults were making noises, drinking and punching, and it was as chaotic as a vegetable market.
When people stay here, they can only share a table to eat, and they can't talk to acquaintances without shouting at the top of their lungs.
But the hot-boiled mutton in this restaurant still completely conquered Ning Weimin.
In the haze of steam and fire, the beauty his taste buds and stomach felt made all the flaws in the surrounding environment seem insignificant.
Yes, despite his snake-like virtues, he seems a bit hopeless, but you can't blame him.
First of all, his belly is too vegetarian and lacks meat.
It's true that he has been financially prosperous recently, but the problem is that he doesn't dare to do whatever he wants with the money he earns, and he just eats it up.
The old man won't let me go first.
Not only was he afraid of falling into the eyes of others around him and being jealous of him, but he was also afraid that he would not be able to hold his hand if his fortune went well.
And he himself was equally reluctant to part with it.
Because as long as monkey tickets are still sold in the post office, the money he earns will have to be used for this purpose.
Then every time he spends money, he can't help but compare the value based on the "exchange rate" in his mind.
A single eight-cent piece is equal to twelve thousand, a four-cent coin is equal to fifty-five thousand, and a full page of six-four is equal to 1.5 million to 1.8 million...
How can you spend money on this?
According to his feelings, eating breakfast would cost 20,000 yuan a meal. Of course, his flesh ached tightly and he felt too guilty.
So apart from that roast duck meal worth ten yuan, Ning Weimin really never went out to a restaurant with the old man again.
Although their daily eating and drinking habits have indeed improved.
But the level is just to change from coarse grain to fine grain, and catch up with the level of neighbors.
Had it not been for Mr. Kang's double happiness this time, the two of them had reached a consensus and felt that it was time to celebrate.
They won't be so extravagant.
Secondly, this "ethnic restaurant" currently located in Dong'an Market is no ordinary restaurant.
This name is the name of the "movement" in those years.
And its real name is the famous "Shunfenglai".
Although Ning Weimin had eaten "Shunfenglai" hotpot mutton many times in Wangfujing in his previous life, he never had a good impression of it.
He even thought that this kind of century-old store with the old Beijing brand name was purely a tourist attraction that deliberately imitated the antique look.
Not to mention the service was terrible, the food was also conventional, and there was nothing worthy of praise except for the high price.
But because of this, he felt different when he ate it.
First of all, this meat is different from the meat from the previous life.
The meat in front of you is so good, it is all the essence of the small-tailed sheep bred by nature.
To put it bluntly, these sheep do not eat feed, but grow up on pasture. They are absolutely natural, green and environmentally friendly.
"Shangnao", "Big Sancha", "Little Sancha", "Grind Crotch", "Cucumber Strips", cut by hand until you can see the background of the blue and white plate through the meat slices.
There is no such thing as machine-cut frozen meat or synthetic meat to fool people.
Secondly, the hot pot is really made of copper.
Not only is it hung in tin, but it is also made of silver charcoal to ignite the fire.
It’s not just a matter of using brass stoves, alcohol stoves, or electric stoves.
This traditional way of shabu-shabu mutton is very powerful and heats up quickly, so it will naturally become fragrant.
Just use your chopsticks and the meat slices will be cooked as soon as they are heated in the pot.
It doesn't have to be boiled to make it tender and fragrant.
Besides, there is nowhere to find soup stock these days.
The mutton-shabu pot is filled with scallions, dried shrimps and real Mongolian "mouth mushrooms".
Maybe no one would believe it, but the taste is not just fresh anymore.
Surprisingly, the soup in the pot becomes clearer the more you rinse it. There is no bloody foam and you can drink it directly.
This is called complementing each other.
The candied garlic is also made in-house, and it takes three months to prepare the altar before serving guests.
Although it is marinated with real sugar, it does not turn yellow in appearance.
White, tender and bright, crisp and sweet, it can remove tangy and relieve greasiness, promote body fluids and appetizer.
In short, the "National Restaurant" still retains the legacy of the old days.
The obvious features of "fine selection of ingredients, careful processing, fresh soup flavor, and strong firepower" have not been forgotten yet.
Finally, Kang Shude is a real eater and can mix his own special ingredients, including sesame paste, Shaoxing rice wine, soybean curd, chive flowers, chili oil, shrimp oil, and Donglaishun's special "Pulu soy sauce"
", euphemistically called "Seven Treasures".
An ordinary chopstick of mutton, with just a little of the old man's condiments, turns into another wonderful taste that contains endless happiness.
It is "spicy, spicy, braised, bad and fresh", which magically achieves the balance of the five tastes.
Think about it, if all these conditions are added together, can the taste of this mutton-boiled meal not be improved?
It's really better than any hot pot meal Ning Weimin has ever had.
To be honest, in Ning Weimin's heart.
"Four Seasons", "Laowu", "Yaotai", "Fumanlou", "Nengrenju", "Jubaoyuan", "Xiabuxiabu", "Haidilao"... all of them are waiting for you.
Well, there is no way to compare with the meal he had.
Even if he wants to stop talking, he can't control himself.
Just like the authentic "Judequan" roast duck served for apprenticeship and tonic in the previous meal.
This is the second time he laments from the bottom of his heart that the time-honored brand deserves its reputation.
It's a pity that the original flavor was not retained at all, and in the future it became a way to make money with the brand...
"Wei Min..."
Kang Shude didn't know what emotion Ning Weimin was feeling in his heart. Looking at his disciple, he just felt happy.
"The mutton-boiled meat today is delicious, isn't it? Only here is the most complete seasoning. No other place can do it."
"Without braised shrimp oil and fish sauce, does it still count as mutton-shabu-shabu? Let me tell you, if you don't eat mutton-shabu-shabu with such comprehensive ingredients once in your life, you won't be considered a Beijing native."
"Hahaha. Once you have eaten it once, you have to remember it. Next time, you will adjust it yourself. Otherwise, you will not be a eater, but a foodie."
He followed the old man and passed the plate with meat with a smile, which was even more satisfying than eating it himself.
"However, you should eat more when you are young. The more you eat at your age, the stronger your stomach will be. This is a blessing. Come on, I will give you this plate too. Pour everything in..."
But now Ning Weimin felt a little embarrassed.
He didn't know whether to accept it or not.
Because only then did he realize that almost all the four plates of meat that were served had gone into his stomach.
Since eating this meal, it seems that the old man has really not eaten enough meat with chopsticks.
Washed the cabbage, frozen tofu and vermicelli.
The old man doesn’t like meat?
That's a big joke!
Just like that, with a kind of warmth that I have never felt before.
Ning Weimin, who has been fighting for food from others like a wild dog since he was a child, deeply feels the wonderful feeling of being cared for by the elders.
Otherwise, people are just humans, the spirit of all things.
Although he had never experienced this kind of situation, he licked his lips and figured out what to do without a teacher.
He took the plate with thanks and poured all the mutton into the pot on the master's side.
Then he did an amazing move.
He stood up, picked up his stool, and ran into the restaurant.
At this time, there was only one word on his mind - eat!
No matter how much you love, just give it up!
Even if I earn 100 million yuan today, I can’t do anything wrong to Master...
Just because of this, his arrogant manner of gritting his teeth and glaring his eyebrows also startled the people at the same table.
Especially Old Man Kang, who kept asking in surprise.
"Why are you going? Weimin! Weimin! Who are you trying to attack?"
Unexpectedly, Ning Weimin turned around and gave an answer that made people laugh and cry.
"I...I'll add a few more plates of meat. You haven't eaten yet. Just sit still..."
"Hey...then...then why are you holding the stool? It looks like you are about to fight..."
"Aren't I afraid that I won't be able to find it when I come back later..."
Okay, this sentence made the whole table of diners happy.
At this time, a middle-aged worker sitting next to Kang Shude asked.
"Old man, is this your son or grandson? He looks stunned, he seems quite sensible and filial."
"No, not at all. You are mistaken. This is my apprentice."
"Apprentice? That's even more difficult. How many young people today still take their master seriously? Just the gang of boys in our factory are all thorny and disobedient. If you don't treat you as an enemy behind your back, you will be scolded by your ancestors for eight generations.
Even if it's good, you are still lucky. Which factory are you from..."
Good guy, the more I talk about it, the more screwed up I get, where and where.
But the old man is still a green carrot - he is beautiful in his heart.
(Note: Trichosanthes is a white mushroom that grows on the grasslands of Mongolia. It only grows in places with sheep bones or sheep dung. It tastes extremely delicious. Because Mongolian Trichosanthes native products were exported to ZJK City in HEB Province in the past
In the mainland, Zhangjiakou is the distribution center for Mongolian goods, so it is called "Mushroom". The output of this mushroom is not large, but the demand is large, so it is expensive. It has always been the most expensive mushroom in the domestic market. Nowadays, the real "Mushroom"
Already extinct, this word only refers to a species of white mushroom. It is no longer the same thing as it used to be.)