Chapter 279 How to provoke people in a province with a single sentence
Sure enough, the next day, just after dawn, the two masters came to the brick factory.
When the master came, he also brought three boxes of hot dumplings in a lunch box. He asked the two of them not to make any noise about the female corpse and to keep an eye on it for a few more days, and someone would take care of it. Then they would just cooperate fully.
The elder Brother Jun delivered a box of dumplings into the cave where Mr. Zhuan lived. Mr. Zhuan just nodded slightly and made no other movements.
"Chujiu, do you think this matter is easy to handle?"
The bus arrived at the terminal, Yongji Passenger Terminal. When I got off the bus, I asked Chujiu what he thought of this case.
"Guo Guo, I find that you seem to have become stupid recently. How complicated can it be to send only two of us children to handle the matter? I doubt that the department's definition of A level is a little watery. It is stated in the information and does not have any reference to the surrounding life.
pose any threat."
Chujiu rolled her eyes at me, looked up at the square of the passenger terminal, pointed to the distance, and said she was going to the toilet.
I walked out of the passenger terminal and was waiting for Chujiu at the door. From the corner of my eye, I saw a kind-faced old man with white hair standing not far away. The old man seemed to be waiting for someone.
"Old man, let me ask you something, where is the best beef dumpling in Yongji City?"
The old man saw that the crowd coming out of the station was getting smaller and smaller. He was disappointed that the person he was waiting for had not arrived yet. When he heard my question, he suddenly became energetic.
“Young man, you’ve asked the right person. If you want to say that the most delicious dumplings in Yongji City are from No. 1 Village. The dumplings from No. 1 Village are all handmade. They make the dumplings manually and chop the meat to make the fillings.
It’s all artificial. The skin is thin and the filling is large, so the filling is tight and firm. When you bite into it, your mouth will be filled with the delicious flavor of beef!”
The old man must have been too bored waiting for someone, so the conversation started immediately.
As early as the early days of reform and opening up, the Beiti Village Meat Factory in Yuxiang Town, Yongji began to produce beef.
In that era when delicacies were not plentiful, the locals took the lead in processing beef into dumpling fillings, and it became famous all over the country.
Decades ago, some Yongji people who went out to open restaurants took the delicious beef dumplings as their signature, and gradually Yongji dumplings began to become famous.
The old man was talking about how he worked at the Beiti Village Meat Factory in Yuxiang Town when he was young. I saw Chujiu walking out of the passenger station and hurriedly said goodbye to the old man.
The old man was a little disappointed and told me not to go to the wrong place.
"Guo Guo, what are you doing over there?"
"Can I ask for directions? Don't you want to eat beef dumplings? I asked if there is a direct bus there."
Chujiu screamed happily, just as her stomach started growling due to hunger.
We did not take the bus, but walked along the road in front of the bus terminal. The old man told me that we would be there in a short walk.
"Guo Guo, are these the most delicious dumplings you said?"
Chujiu pointed at a row of dilapidated houses across the road, completely disapproving that such a dilapidated place could produce delicious food.
"Of course, do you know what it means that the smell of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley?"
The reason why I am so sure is not only because of the dilapidated word "First Village" on the door, but also because the house is full of diners.
"Brother, you two? Is one pound enough? There are many people at the meal, so go to the innermost table and squeeze with them."
As soon as we walked into the dumpling restaurant, the chubby boss greeted us with a smile on his face.
"Come on two pounds. I didn't eat on purpose this morning. I'm hungry."
I made an excuse for my terrible appetite on the ninth day of the Lunar New Year, and sure enough, the people next to me gave weird looks when they heard that the two of us asked for two kilograms of dumplings.
"There are certain things to pay attention to when making dumplings. The pot should be deep, the water should be wide, and the heat should be high."
The chubby boss called to the kitchen, and a couple sitting next to him explained how to cook beef dumplings.
It was obvious that the couple were from out of town, and they must have come here specially to eat beef dumplings.
Sure enough, as the old man in front of the bus terminal said, every step of making beef dumplings is purely manual.
Our table is against a low wall, and on the other side of the low wall is the kitchen.
The noodle shop master is chopping meat. It can be seen that this is a technical job, which tests the master's knife skills.
The chef first cuts a piece of fat and lean beef into evenly sized pieces, then shreds the ginger and adds it to the beef and chops together to remove the fishy smell and retain the freshness.
Then chop the green onions into sections, add salt, monosodium glutamate, sesame oil and other condiments and continue chopping to add flavor to the beef.
Add soy sauce, beat in the eggs, mix the fillings thoroughly, and chop into a puree shape.
Chopping and adjusting the stuffing is completely done in one go. During the whole process, the chef only uses two kitchen knives and a cutting board, relying entirely on his two arms and two hands.
After more than ten minutes, the minced beef stuffing stuck together tightly, and the aroma could be felt through a low wall.
Chu Jiu was amazed when he saw it, and whispered that the master had chopped at least three thousand knives in the past ten minutes.
"Boy, take your two kilograms of dumplings next to you. There are plates."
The fragrant dumplings are brought to the table, and the elastic dumpling wrappers vibrate slightly as the plate touches the table.
Chujiu swallowed his saliva, narrowed his eyes, and said with a smile: "It looks like we don't have to pay the bill."
Just when I was wondering why Chujiu said that, there was an exclamation from behind me.
"My eyes are not blurry, right? Why are you here?"
"Zhang Feng?"
Zhang Feng stared at me in disbelief, laughed, moved a chair, and squeezed it onto our dining table.
"How will you be here?"
"This is my hometown and of course I am here. I would like to ask, why did you come here? Aren't you here to travel?"
Zhang Feng casually picked up a dumpling on the plate and stuffed it into his mouth, grinning because it was so hot.
It turned out that Zhang Feng came back to attend the funeral of that relative and bought a train ticket to go back to school today. He thought about eating beef dumplings before getting on the train, but he unexpectedly met Chujiu and me.
I could only explain to Zhang Feng that he had indeed traveled to other places. It happened that my cousin was coming to Yongji for business again, so we followed him and returned to school in a few days.
"On the ninth day of the Lunar New Year, isn't my brother's beef dumpling authentic? You can eat whatever you want today, it's enough!"
As soon as Zhang Feng finished speaking, Chujiu nodded and waved to the boss, "Two more pounds!"
“It’s really delicious! Your mouth is filled with the delicious flavor of beef!”
On the ninth day of the lunar month, I was burping and refused to drink the noodle soup highly recommended by Zhang Feng.
Three people ate four kilograms of beef dumplings, and one person ate more than two kilograms on the ninth day of the lunar month. It was strange that he could still drink a bowl of noodle soup.
Zhang Feng bought the train ticket in the evening and had plenty of time. He simply moved three chairs and placed them in front of the dumpling shop, preparing to chat with us for a while before taking the bus to Yuncheng.
"I always thought that Chongqing's noodles were already very delicious. Only when I came to Shanxi did I realize what it means to have the best noodles in the world."
As soon as Chujiu finished speaking, a beautifully dressed middle-aged woman walked out of the door and stopped.
"My dear, you don't like to listen to what you say. When will our Shaanxi noodles become second best?"
Zhang Feng suppressed his smile and said to me with his lips: How to offend people in a province with just one sentence.