Six hundred and sixty-eighth chapter watching the sea (8)
Lao Shen laughed and waved his hands: "I didn't love this hobby that much at first, but I can't help but you always promote it like this. Now when someone invites me to dinner, I eat hot pot. But this is the first time for me to eat wagyu beef in pot. Everyone else roasts it.
Come and eat."
After finishing speaking, Lao Shen picked up a piece and put it in the pot. After a few seconds, he picked it up and took a look. It was white and translucent with even texture: "This thing is best for barbecue. It's not easy to burn... Well, it's really tender!"
Wang Ai also ate a few slices and pointed to another plate of meat: "You are trying this. Aunt Wang, you can also try the mutton. Sister, you can also eat it. After you finish eating, tell me how it tastes."
Old Shen's wife ate a piece and said in surprise: "Why does this mutton taste different?"
Wang Ai laughed twice: "Ningxia's Yanchitan sheep are the best mutton in China!"
"Hey, I've heard of this." Sister Shen suddenly said: "My college classmates are from Ningxia. One year, they brought some for us at the beginning of school. We ate it once and it really tasted like this."
"Hey, big girls know how to eat, this is it." Wang Ai clapped his hands: "You can try the plate next to it."
The older girl pointed with her chopsticks at a small piece of meat with bones and skin on the middle plate in front of her: "This is... chicken, right?"
"Try it, taste it." Wang Ai narrowed his eyes and nodded, while looking at Lao Shen: "Director Shen, you should try it too. I don't dare to say that you can't eat it outside, but it will definitely be difficult to eat it."
Including Wang Ai, several people picked up the chicken and put it in the hot pot at the same time. It took about ten seconds. Before they could eat it, a strong aroma came from the hot water, and even the person who was hugged in Huang Xin's arms
Little Wang Sheng turned his head, but it was a pity that he did not have such a good fortune, and it would take more than eight months anyway.
Lao Shen ate a piece in his mouth, and after a while spit out the chicken bones on the table. He looked down and said, "The bones are white, not silky chicken. The taste is amazing."
Wang Ai shook his head proudly and pointed at the plate: "Flower-tailed hazel pheasant, a miraculous thing spread in the Northeast, commonly known as... flying dragon!"
"Hey, is this a flying dragon?" Old wife Shen picked up another piece in surprise and put it in the hot pot. She suddenly realized, "Isn't this a protected animal?"
"It's a protected animal. It's famous. Naturally, there are many people who want to eat it. They eat it and become a protected animal. In fact, this thing is not easy to catch. In the deep mountains and forests of the Northeast, guns are not allowed to be kept anymore. This thing is still
It can fly, but it’s hard to catch.”
Seeing Lao Shen frowning in unison, Huang Xin smiled and glared at Wang Ai: "Director Shen, Aunt Wang, don't think too much, this is not wild, it is farmed. It's just that this thing is small and has low yield, so it's still
It has not been officially launched into the market.”
Old Shen breathed a sigh of relief: "That's okay. Xiao Wanger, you can just scare me, but as a rich and powerful person like you, you have to be cautious."
Wang Ai nodded: "You are right, this table is actually raised at home. So feel free to eat without any problems."
Old Shen laughed and stopped being polite, but Sister Shen over there became interested: "Captain Wang, why do you keep everything at home?"
"I have a company in my family that makes high-end food. It specializes in supplying food to those groups who are not short of money, such as some bosses and even some celebrities. Our country has many excellent local varieties because of the amount of meat they produce.
It’s low and expensive, so it’s very difficult, so we used some technical means to breed it, which just meets the needs of high-end people.”
Leonie went on to introduce: "Some of them are purely varieties that are difficult to exist in the existing market competition, such as reed chicken, and the two-headed blackhead used in authentic Jinhua ham. Others are protected animals, such as that plate
Red meat, which is venison, is also farmed.”
"Then how can we ensure that there won't be any wild ones?" the older girl asked.
Leonie looked at the older girl with approval: "This kind of breeding farm must obtain a certificate from the Forestry Bureau of the Ministry of Agriculture. How many animals are kept every month, how many are bred, how many are slaughtered, and where they go are all supervised. Every pound is sold in the market.
They all have to come from somewhere. Most people won't let you raise them, and most people won't let you sell them, for fear of wild ones getting in. In fact, we support cracking down on poaching, because if the poachers can't be controlled, we won't be able to sell them at a high price.
"
Lao Shen was eating and suddenly frowned: "I remember that one year, Manager Huang, you gave me some pork, which was called two-headed black pig."
Huang Xin glanced at Wang Ai: "Well, sometimes I give some at home."
Old Shen hummed and continued, and Wang Ai took over: "There are certain levels of cadres in the family business. Generally, the club boss is a fourth-level cadre, and there are some benefits. Anyway, the products of the family business are transferred horizontally, and it is nothing.
."
Lao Shen looked up at Wang Ai and smiled: "Come, try the Wuliangye I brought."
Snowflakes were flying outside the window, and it was as warm as spring inside. The two families were busy eating for more than half an hour before the excitement passed. Huang Xin hurriedly went to put the child to sleep, and Aunt Wang followed to make suggestions. Leonie also led the elder sister
Went to the backyard to play, and only Wang Ai and Lao Shen were left at the dining table, eating and chatting.
"Xiao Wanger, if you have anything to do, just tell me. I can see that you want to see me."
"There is a reason for everything, but if there is nothing to do, you and I may be distracted by other things to see other people, and we may not have this meal today." Wang Ai shook his head.
Head: "I don't invite you to dinner just to do errands."
"I know." Lao Shen took a sip of liquor and said, "Just tell me, lest I drink too much and you talk in vain."
Wang Ai thought for a while and suddenly got up and went to the living room next to him to get a trophy and put it on the table next to Lao Shen: "The best in fifty years."
"Oh, I really need to take a closer look." Lao Shen put down his wine glass, picked up the trophy, and looked at the light carefully: "The trophy is not big, but it is quite heavy."
Wang Ai nodded: "Don't look at the crystal pedestal below. The top is just an ordinary square pyramid with a big top and a small bottom. This square pyramid is made of pure gold."
"Pure gold?" Lao Shen glanced at Wang Ai in surprise, and shook it with his hand again: "What do I mean, the AFC is so cheerful?"
"Otherwise, I have to agree." Wang Ai said sternly: "They begged me, otherwise I won't agree, and I will keep winning the Asian Footballer."
"Given your age, you will be called Mr. Wang Ai from now on." Lao Shen put down the trophy and joked.
"No." Wang Ai smiled and shook his head: "I don't think it's appropriate either, but this is my right. If the AFC wants to cancel it, it has to give me an explanation."
"For example, the AFC Honorary Executive Committee?"
"Yes, in the future I will be an AFC official and I will not be able to issue it to myself. This makes sense in theory." Wang Ai nodded: "But it's more than that. I still feel that I am at a loss, so the time for negotiation is coming.
An AFC official quota is not honorary, but has real power."
