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Chapter 116 Boiled Fish

Looking at the busy Shen Lie, the fat young man in Chinese clothes smiled again, and then asked: "Then how do you think the court's new policy has been implemented after so many years? Do the people really agree with it?

Shen Lie was cooking and said casually: "Of course I agree. The new policy of the imperial court... sharing one's own land has brought benefits to the people."

The young man looked at Shen Lie and asked curiously: "Looking at your speech and behavior, you are well-spoken. You don't look like an ordinary business person. Have you ever read a book?"

Shen Lie responded without saying a word: "My ancestor was an official, and before the family fell into decline, the family hired a teacher."

The young man was slightly startled and looked at Shen Lie from head to toe again. A look of relief appeared on Wei Wei's face and he whispered softly: "Oh..."

The young man bowed to Shen Lie according to the etiquette of a scholar and said with a smile: "Disrespect, disrespect."

That look seemed to say that he was once a scholar.

That would be different from ordinary people.

"I see."

There is a huge difference between scholars in this era and ordinary people in the market!

Moreover, it is not ordinary people who can afford a teacher in their family. This is equivalent to hiring a tutor and running a small kitchen. Such a family must at least have a rich man.

The young man suddenly became interested and asked: "Has the shopkeeper ever obtained any honors? At the very least, he must be a scholar."

Shen Lie was dumbfounded, and he couldn't laugh or cry in his heart, and said hurriedly: "You... don't make fun of the villain. The villain is just a small shopkeeper who runs a restaurant, and has no fame."

What kind of talent should I take?

If I had a great reputation, would I still come here to sell braised pork and hamburgers?

The young man also knew that he had made a mistake. He touched his head in embarrassment and laughed naively: "Oh...hehehe, I made a mistake. I'm ashamed."

Shen Lie smiled slightly and continued busy cooking.

In the embarrassment, the young man didn't know what he thought of, and sighed faintly: "If you don't care about fame, you can just start a small business with peace of mind. Fame and wealth...are the most harmful to people."

Shen Lie responded casually: "Yes, for every person who slaughters dogs for justice, most of them are scholars who are unfaithful."

These words were said casually, but the young man was stunned and looked at Shen Lie in surprise, pondering the deep meaning of these words in his heart.

This seems to be a couplet. The more I think about it, the more I feel...

"Wonderful!"

As the young man stood up from the stove, he looked at Shen Lie with shining eyes, slapped his folding fan, and couldn't help but marvel.

"Wonderful, wonderful beyond words, absolutely forever!"

Amid the young man's admiration, Shen Lie's hand holding the big spoon froze slightly, and he felt confused in his heart. Didn't this couplet exist in this era?

He accidentally copied someone else's couplet, but Shen Lie didn't take it to heart and quickly took out a plate of boiled fish from the pot.

Smell the smell.

Fragrant, spicy, tender...

Shen Lie felt relieved and smiled, this is it!

After picking up the boiled fish, Shen Lie said softly to the young man who was still admiring himself: "Your Majesty, your dishes are ready."

Shall we go for dinner?

The young man looked at Shen Lie with shining eyes and nodded hurriedly: "Let's go... Shopkeeper, your couplet is really wonderful."

What else could Shen Lie say, so he could only mumble a few words and walked towards the front hall with Mr. Zhen, who was constantly breathing heavily.

A quarter of an hour later.

Front hall.

Several signature dishes were placed on the table, exuding tempting aromas.

Mr. Zhen finally calmed down. He casually lifted the hem of his luxurious brocade robe and sat down carelessly. He sighed in admiration after smelling the fragrance.

As he said this, the young man picked up the poplar chopsticks, smiled at Feng Bao, who was sitting opposite him, and said, "Come on, come on, eat."

Feng Bao had no choice but to pick up a pair of chopsticks and wink. Immediately, a boss from the East Factory walked over quickly and took out a silver needle from his arms to test the poison.

But he was kicked hard by Mr. Zhen: "Get away!"

The Dongchang stall staggered when he was kicked, and trembled as if he had been electrocuted. He quickly blushed and bent down to retreat.

Several people watched helplessly as Mr. Zhen stretched out his chopsticks and tasted the shredded green peppers and potatoes, and then the scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Then Mr. Zhen sighed again: "Good, good, it's really delicious."

After saying that, he extended his chopsticks to the plate of boiled fish.

Looking at the red pepper floating in the delicious white fish soup, Mr. Zhen curiously picked up a piece of white fish meat, carefully put it into his mouth, and tasted it carefully.

A few seconds later.

A strange look appeared on Mr. Zhen's fair and chubby face. Under the scorching gazes of everyone, he opened his mouth and gasped.

"Hiss, hiss!"

Mr. Zhen, who ate spicy millet and boiled fish for the first time, couldn't stand the spicy food. He stuck out his tongue like a dog and kept breathing.

This moment frightened Feng Bao and other senior officials of Qiandong Factory. The frightened stall owner slammed his hand on the knife handle and looked at Shen Lie with fierce eyes.

The word "escort" is on my lips...

But before the knife could be pulled out, Mr. Zhen slapped the table with his hand and shouted: "Okay, it really is delicious!"

Although it was delicious, it was too spicy, so Mr. Zhen quickly picked up a golden and crispy roasted one, swallowed it in a few gulps, and then picked up the herbal tea next to it and took a sip.

Only then did he feel that the numbing taste lingering on the tip of his tongue gradually subsided, but he felt very refreshed and satisfied, so he couldn't wait to pick up another piece of fish and stuff it into his mouth.

He started to show his teeth, gasp, and eat fire again...

One bite of roasted fish, one bite of boiled fish, and soon Mr. Zhen was sweating profusely, gasping for air, and couldn't help but devour the fish.

Shen Lie watched with a smile and wiped his hands with his apron. Judging from the young man's reaction, his signature dish of boiled fish was very successful.

Red pepper, a common condiment in later generations, showed magical power for the first time during the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty. Looking around.

Everyone was dumbfounded...

Not to mention those people from Dongchang, even Feng Bao was dumbfounded. Seeing Mr. Zhen's funny look of being afraid of spicy food and wanting to eat it at the same time, everyone was dumbfounded for a moment.

While Mr. Zhen was eating, he was full of praise: "Eat, eat."

Feng Bao was speechless, but he was attracted by this delicious food he had never seen before. He also picked up a pair of chopsticks, tried to taste a piece of tender fish, and chewed it slowly.

This spicy taste that he had never tasted made Feng Bao hesitate for a moment. He instinctively wanted to stick out his tongue to breathe out, but he finally held back and silently picked up a fire.

For a while, there was only the sound of eating in the lobby.

After a cup of tea, Mr. Zhen put down his chopsticks and took another sip of herbal tea. The bottom of the large pot of boiled fish had been reached, and three or four sesame cakes had been eaten.

At this time, the young man was sweating profusely from eating, his lips were red, and there was a small piece of fish hanging from the corner of his mouth, but his expression was extremely happy.

Feng Bao quickly put down his chopsticks, took out a handkerchief and handed it to him, winking at him and asking him to wipe the greasy corners of his mouth.

This eating phase...

Feng Bao felt helpless, this was so delicious!

Mr. Zhen took the handkerchief and wiped his mouth, then grinned at Feng Baozhi: "I... what Mr. Zhen said, the original folk delicacies are better."

Feng Bao had no choice but to nod his head and looked at Shen Lie again. Where should I start? Who would have thought that such a delicacy was hidden in this cheap shop?


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