Wu Qian tried to scoop a spoonful of Wensi tofu, and after entering her mouth, her eyes narrowed.

"Is this tofu?" Wu Qian stood up halfway and carefully observed the thin silk in the soup bowl.

"There are also ham and chicken inside, but not much, you can tell the color of the soup. Good Wensi tofu should be milky white, that is, the color of the tofu. If the level is not enough, you can only make blue or red." Yang Rui was satisfied when he spoke. After returning home, he ate a lot of big fish and meat, but he didn't have the chance to taste the exquisite and meticulous delicacies.

Wu Qian asked in confusion: "Why is the level not enough? What we do is cyan and red."

"If the level is not enough, and if you can't cut enough tofu, you can only put shredded vegetables or ham. If there are too many vegetables, it will be green, and if there are too many ham, it will be red."

Wu Qian stuck out her tongue: "I think the red ones may be more delicious."

"If you are cooking other dishes, the chef may rather put tofu than ham. Wensi tofu is too crafty for knife skills. If a chef with insufficient skills, if you ask him to cut tofu, he can't cut half a piece of tofu. Even a top chef cannot guarantee that he can cut a piece of tofu at one time. This is the most labor-intensive place. You have to make several portions at a time in a big hotel. The chef with good knife skills cannot cut out the tofu even if he is too busy. Naturally, he is reluctant to put it in a smaller hotel. If the chef is exhausted, it is good to be able to make a bowl."

Yang Rui said as he scooped Wensi tofu, watching the thin tofu shreds slowly slide down.

Wu Qian nodded inexplicably and asked: "Is Chunhelou a big hotel or a small hotel?"

Yang Rui was stunned for a moment and thought, "Of course it's big in Nanhu City, but it's not necessarily true in a hotel where you can make Wensi tofu."

"Pretending garlic!" Xiaocheng couldn't listen and said, "Qian'er, don't you see him going to school in Beijing. He is a student, so he doesn't have much money to go to a big hotel. He also said it was pretty, as if he was going to a restaurant every day. He put on a pig's nose and pretended to be an elephant!"

Before he could finish his words, Wu Qian stood up and asked shamefully and annoyedly: "Who are you calling Qian'er? You...you are the pig's nose and the green onion is inserted!"

"No... I just said it casually." Although Xiaocheng's father was the mayor, he was still young after all and had not yet developed a thick-skinned face. After being trained by Wu Qian, he could no longer bear the face.

"It's not okay to just say it." Wu Qian widened her eyes and said, "I don't know you, and you don't know me either. How can you..."

"I'm...oh, didn't I even want a fish head? Why didn't I come back?" Xiaocheng held his strength and shouted to the kitchen: "If you don't go back, don't want it."

As soon as this was said, the middle-aged aunt in the kitchen rushed out in a daze: "If you want to quarrel, don't affect the guests! You have to pay for the fish head if you don't want it."

The middle-aged aunt had a very loud voice, and the whole hall was filled with echoes.

Yang Rui looked around and thought to himself: There are two tables of guests in total, and the other table is scolded by you so much that you dare not say anything. You are the one who affects the guests the most.

Xiaocheng didn't dare to roar with the middle-aged aunt, so he shrank his neck and sat down.

The middle-aged aunt drove the flag to win, snorted contempt, returned to the kitchen, and after a while, she came out and asked, "Your dismantled silver carp heads are ready, do you want them?"

"Why don't you want it?" Yang Rui touched the two chopsticks and made a sharpening move.

Wu Qian burst out laughing, only to find Yang Rui's actions quite interesting.

Of course, as a man who is more handsome than a movie star, it is natural to make handsome moves.

Xiaocheng looked unhappy and had no choice but to see it.

Seeing Yang Rui's comfort, the middle-aged aunt did not roar the lion, but turned around to serve the food and complained: "You have to pay for it if you want it or not, just a fool."

Wu Qian smiled and said, "Fortunately, we want it, otherwise we will become fools."

Xiaocheng muttered to himself: What's so funny about this? He was so fierce just now, but now he is gentler. Why?

In a moment, a huge white porcelain basin was brought to the table, and the heat was steaming and the fragrance was everywhere.

Not only Xiaocheng stopped talking, but the people at the table next to him also shouted: "What kind of dish is this? Give so much?"

"Spread the stewed silver carp heads, famous dishes in Huaiyang." The middle-aged aunt looked back and said, "Don't order it. This is specially made by Master Yuan. Don't expect another plate of fish heads that can have five kilograms."

"Why?" The back table was dissatisfied: "They are here to have dinner, and we are here to have dinner."

A middle-aged aunt said, "If you like to eat, don't eat" and instantly killed the audience.

Yang Rui's eyes were completely locked on the fish head. The thirty-cm fish head was longer than a person's forearm. It split in half in the middle, revealing the tender white fish meat.

The soup is thick and milky white, a bit like the Wensi tofu just now, but it is bubbling with bubbles, instantly arousing people's appetite.

The waiter kindly reminded: "Drink soup first, then eat meat. This is the foundation made by Master Yuan with chicken soup, which is not allowed to drink by ordinary people."

Yang Rui didn't say anything. He first filled the soup with respect and didn't use a spoon. He stood and took a sip in a bowl, then sipped again and again before whisking out a sip of heat and said with a smile: "It's delicious."

The waiter curled his lips and said, "Just be delicious."

After drinking a bowl of soup, my whole body felt warm.

Yang Rui took off his coat, picked up the spoon, and dug it into the eye socket of the fish head.

He first dug one for Wu Qian, then another for himself, and then said: "This part is called fish paste, which is the essence of the fish head. If you try it, it will definitely be delicious."

Girls in the 1980s were far less pampered than later generations, and they would not stop eating rabbits just because they were cute.

Wu Qian boldly picked up half of the fish paste with chopsticks and put it in her mouth.

A rich fragrance burst out in the mouth immediately.

The pure gelatin and the taste of broth have a style that abalone never has.

Yang Rui grabbed a big piece and closed his eyes slightly to taste it.

In one semester in Beijing, in addition to doing experiments, half of the entertainment activities were conducted in major hotels, and naturally there were no less Huaiyang cuisine among the four major cuisines. Beijing in the 1980s had a considerable talent agglomeration effect, and super first-class chefs emerged in various hotels. Although eating in these places requires valuable foreign exchange coupons, people are still willing to try it out from time to time.

Of course, there are also rich people like Yang Rui who are lingering.

Chunhelou moved from Yangzhou in his early years and was an authentic Huaiyang cuisine route. However, Master Yuan from Zhentang is now a local chef. The dishes he cooks naturally absorb the local characteristics of Hedong, which is very in line with Yang Rui's appetite.

The two of them looked satisfied, leaving Xiaocheng at a loss with the spoon.

The fish paste comes from the colloid in the fish eye area. Yang Rui swished two spoons and almost nothing left.

Xiaocheng was interested in scooping some leftovers to taste, but he couldn't stand it. Seeing Yang Rui's orderly movements of drinking the soup first and then eating fish paste, Xiaocheng was even more worried about getting the wrong steps, which made people laugh.

After such delay, Yang Rui moved his chopsticks again, swept away all the remaining fish paste, ate them dryly, and said casually: "I don't dare to eat fish eyes, so you probably don't dare to eat fish lips."

As he said that, Yang Rui clamped all the two fish lips away, giving half of them to himself and half to Wu Qian, and said, "Fish lip is different from fish paste. This is the more you chew, the more you chew it, the more you taste it. The reason why this dish was made with big fish head was to eat fish paste and fish lip. In ancient times, wealthy families were invited to guests, and each fish paste was given to the guests of the host. Then, they shared a portion of fish paste and a portion of fish lip. The other accompanying guests could only eat fish meat..."

Xiaocheng, who was about to give up the steps and had already put the chopsticks on the fish meat, was so angry that he smoked in his nose...

"When my people come, when my people come..." Xiao Cheng recited the spell three times silently, lowered his head, and focused on eating vegetables, no longer caring about what was happening around him.

When the fish head was about to finish eating, the two friends Xiaocheng called finally arrived.

Xiaocheng casually introduced to Yang Rui: "This is Lao Ba, this is Xiao Wu, I have been playing with me since I was a child."

Hearing the two of them, Xiaocheng said again: "This is Yang Rui, the top scorer in the college entrance examination last year. It's amazing. My father asked him to follow me. This is Wu Qian, my friend."

Xiao Wu is a handsome young man, not as good as Yang Rui, but he is also quite pleasing to the eye. Lao Ba grew up a little horizontally and looked at people with small eyes, which was quite a bit eccentric.

Lao Ba glanced at Yang Rui for a while and asked, "What's the use of the top scorer in the college entrance examination? I'm studying blindly every day. Do you don't need to read books?"

“Let’s see more.”

"Hey, that's not a waste of effort."

"This thing depends on talent. Some people are tired and cannot get into high school. I didn't have much trouble, so I got the top scorer." Yang Rui tapped his finger on his head and smiled: "You are smart, and there is no way."

Lao Ba suddenly didn't turn around and it was a mess.

Xiaocheng touched his stomach and said, "There is a menu at the door, you can order your own dishes."

"I'll do it." Xiao Wu smiled, took the menu and asked again: "Are you full? Do you want to come again?"

"No, I can't eat it."

"Okay, we two have two dishes and one soup." Xiao Wu ordered the order, called the waiter, and handed him the new order.

This time, the waiter sent the order back to the kitchen, walked out again, and started chatting with the young waiter who had packed the dishes.

The young waiter had thin eyebrows and eyes, looking like a student. He packed up his things and sat on the table next to him to drink water.

The middle-aged aunt said pity: "Look at you, you can just wait until they finish eating and clean up. They insist on cleaning up now, are you tired? You should really call my daughter here to check it out, and it will be a complaint when washing clothes at home."

"Sister Han, I'm just sitting next to me." The young waiter felt embarrassed.

"We should let them know that you have done more work." She glanced at Yang Rui's table, and when no one resisted, she turned her head with peace of mind and continued: "Xiao Ren, Sister Han, I'll sell you an old man. I tell you that if you do something, you have to let people know that you can't hide it. The leader is not staring at you every day and doing nothing. If you don't let the leader know that you have done so many things, how can you become a regular person?"

"oh."

"Oh what, you have to be braver and girls are more arrogant and not bullied."

"oh."

"It's like this again." Sister Han said helplessly: "If you continue like this, when will you become a regular? Don't you want to become a regular?"

"I..." Xiao Ren lowered his head, and after a while he mustered up his courage, and said, "I want to take the exam again."

"What?"

"I want to take the college entrance exam again." Xiao Ren clenched his fists and said in one breath: "I want to go to Xibao Middle School to repeat the study. I saw that they recruit students from the city this year, and those with high scores will also be exempted from tuition fees. The top scorer in our Hedong Province is from Xibao Middle School, and I want to try again."

Seeing her crying, Sister Han couldn't help but feel pity: "Silly girl, the top scorer in the college entrance examination is Wenquxing, not from Xibao Middle School... As soon as you left, someone immediately filled in your position. It would be difficult to find a job in the future. Now, it is not easy to find a formal job, let alone, you can still transfer your household registration after you have become a regular employee. You are lucky, and you just happened to be recruiting and only accepted students who failed the exam. Otherwise, you would not have encountered such a good thing if you ran away and you would not be able to encounter such a good thing. Do you still remember how happy your father sent you over? You just left like this, but you became a farmer."

"College graduates are assigned to transfer their household registration." Xiao Ren's voice was small.

Sister Han laughed: "Stop talking about college students, all secondary school students are assigned to transfer household registration, but it is not easy to take the entrance exam for technical secondary school students. When my daughter registered, I said, "We are not very tall in small places... Being too ambitious is this word. We have to do things down-to-earth. Nanhu City can only produce several college students in a year, and they are all from No. 1 Middle School and No. 2 Middle School. We can get a college and technical secondary school exam with peace of mind. As long as we pass the exam, we will have a job and we will not have to worry about it for the rest of our lives. Guess what, isn't this the exam? Isn't it like being admitted to the school and perform well in the school, and when it is allocated, we can also be divided into good units, don't you think?"

When talking about her daughter, Sister Han was still quite proud.

Xiao Ren said "happy".

Sister Han woke up and smiled and said, "How many points did you get in the exam last year?"

“310.”

"310? Then what did you report?"
To be continued...