Jingweizhai is not like Songshan Inn. Before the food is served, some peanuts and the like will be served to the guests to pass the time.
What the waiter brought in was only a pot of hot tea.
The tea is actually more fragrant than the one at Songshan Inn.
However, Song Qiu didn't like the taste of tea very much. He took a few sips to moisten his mouth, then put it aside and chatted with Lihua while they waited for the dishes to be served.
It's a rare occasion to get together. After dinner, we can also go to the night market.
Although Panshi Town is just a town, it is also a big town. The population and prosperity are much better than those of a lower county. Naturally, there is a night market.
The window of the private room they were sitting in was facing the street. The window was open, and the night was slowly falling. The clear lights illuminated the entire long street. There were stars in the distance and pedestrians walking in a hurry on the road.
When the night is completely dark, the brightly lit Jingweizhai becomes noisy.
When the waiter opened the door to serve the food, the commotion in the lobby below made the voices of people drinking and talking loud. It was only when the door closed that it was much more isolated, and my ears felt quiet.
Jingweizhai pays attention to serving dishes as soon as they are served. The dishes ordered by Song Qiu were served in one go, filling the round table with a fragrant aroma.
The fried quail is crispy when you eat it. The duck in the rich soy sauce is sweet and soft but not greasy. The small barbecued pork is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It falls apart when you bite it. The bean paste crucian carp soup is rich and delicious.
Let me put it bluntly, it is indeed the largest and best restaurant in Panshi Town, and the food tastes really good.
Let’s not talk about anything else, let’s just talk about the new dishes made by the chef of Jingweizhai using bean paste, such as this bean paste crucian carp dish.
As a qualified cook, you must be able to develop new dishes.
This bean paste has also played its role in Jingwei Zhai. No wonder Mr. Lu is so keen on doubanjiang.
Song Qiu became more confident that he would soon open a doubanjiang workshop.
The world is so big, Doubanjiang is not only available in every household, but even if it is only half of it, the amount of Doubanjiang cannot be underestimated.
The three of them were extremely satisfied with the meal. Aling and Lihua almost went out with their bellies in hand.
Song Qiu couldn't help but laugh, "You also said that you will go to the night market and eat various snacks later. Do you still have room to pretend?"
Thinking of the dazzling array of snacks at the night market, Lihua paused and raised her chin and said, "Yes, I can eat more!"
Before he finished speaking, there was a long belch.
"Puch!" Song Qiu burst out laughing.
Looking at Aling again, he couldn't help but hiccup, and said: "Okay, I'm afraid you might burst your stomach later, so let's go for a walk."
After paying the bill, the three of them left Jingweizhai and entered the night.
The night market is located between Jingyangfang and Qinghefang, where there is a long river and is full of bustling night market vendors.
At this point, most of the people who came out were still eating in restaurants. There were not many people at the night market, so it was not crowded.
The night market street is not long, and after a short stroll, it reaches the end, but after walking around, the stomach is still full, so Aling and Lihua can only watch Song Qiu eat a few snacks, and they are so delicious that they swallow their saliva.
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The greedy look in his eyes made Song Qiu unable to eat anymore. It didn't taste good to eat alone.
Thinking that it was rare to go out to the night market and it would be a pity not to eat, I simply walked around twice more. After we had digested a lot, we walked back and found the stall selling mutton.
There were only a few people there just now, but now the tables are almost full.
This mutton stall specializes in braised mutton.
The mutton with skin and skin is cooked in a big pot, cooked in a unique sauce, fragrant and soft, paired with his family's unique shochu, a mouthful of meat, a mouthful of wine, the taste is beyond mention.
Of course, for those who don’t drink alcohol, drinking the haggis soup will make your whole body feel comfortable.
The smell of this stall spread throughout the night market. It was so fragrant that few people who came to the night market could resist the temptation of the mutton and not eat it.
So Lihua and Aling, who would rather walk more to use up some space in their stomachs, immediately pulled Song Qiu over and found a seat to sit down.
The landlady greeted warmly, "Sir, how many pounds do you want?"
Song Qiu felt the stomachs of the three of them and just had a taste, "Just one pound, and three bowls of mutton soup!"
"Okay!" The boss took the order and used his iron claws to fork out a piece of mutton from the cauldron. He didn't need to weigh it carefully. He estimated it and it was exactly the same.
I have been selling braised mutton for more than 20 years, and my hands are the scales.
The forked lamb is chopped into small pieces on the cutting board, put on a plate, and topped with a unique sauce.
Ladle the clear soup from the haggis into a bowl and sprinkle with a handful of chopped green onions.
Serve together.
"Guests, please use it with caution!"
The mutton was stewed until it was tender, with the skin attached, and glutinous. The sauce was fragrant and had no smell at all.
I don’t know how the haggis soup was prepared. Not only did it not smell bad, it was also extremely fresh.
After Song Qiu tasted it, he couldn't help but nod secretly. It's no wonder that the boss has been doing so well in the mutton business for more than 20 years.
With this craftsmanship here, I don’t have to worry about getting a bad reputation.
The so-called master among the people is her, and her skill in making mutton cannot compare to this taste.
I’m not saying that it tastes really good and no one can compare it. In short, you can’t learn a unique taste.
Perhaps, this is the difference between food stalls and restaurants.
There were three strong men sitting at the next table. They were eating mutton, their faces were red, and they looked a little drunk. Looking at the small wine jars on the table, they couldn't count them with one hand. No wonder.
People who drank wine also talked loudly and made noisy noises, and the smell of alcohol that was constantly emitting was a bit unpleasant.
Song Qiu frowned slightly. In the restaurant at home in her previous life, she hated selling the evening meal the most, because some customers had to drink while eating, so they could drink as much as they wanted, but they couldn't stop drinking and would often eat several meals in one meal.
It lasts for an hour, and you can eat from dark until midnight, even if you want to close the door and take a rest.
Regardless of this, the key point is that there are many people who are not very good at drinking but still have to drink hard. In the end, they usually vomit all over the place and even drink like crazy.
So it is very tiring to meet such customers.
She drank the soup faster, thinking that she could pay and leave after finishing her meal so as not to smell the alcohol.
Those three strong men were talking about the mountains and boasting about the mountains. Somehow, they started talking about Huangkouzi.
One of them, a strong man with a pair of mung bean eyes, turned his head inadvertently and caught a glimpse of Song Qiu and the other two people here, his eyes showing an evil light.
"Hey, these sisters are so handsome!"
He staggered up and came over, putting his hand on the shoulder of Song Qiu who was close, "Come and play with brother!"
This happened in just a few breaths. Song Qiu was drinking soup. He didn't expect that this person would come over as soon as he said so. He was caught off guard and was put on his shoulder.
She felt a chill all over her body and quickly raised her shoulder and hid aside, "What are you doing!"
"Oh! You're quite spirited!" The strong man smiled mischievously and stretched out his hand to chase after him.
As soon as he stretched his hand halfway, the chopsticks in Aling's hand flew straight into his palm.