"What is there that we dare not eat? Let's first observe whether the residents in this town dare to eat it. If they dare to eat it, what is there that we dare not eat? You must know that we are not from the Sixth District.
People, it’s okay if they eat it, wouldn’t it be safer for us to eat it?”
"Moreover, has everyone forgotten why we people got together? We have even forgotten the original intention of getting together, so why do we get together?"
After this group of people who were afraid of chaos in the world discussed this, they really remembered that their original intention of joining the expedition was just to get a little taste in their mouths? A group of old gourmets gathered together, and they didn't dare to put anything in their mouths.
Woolen cloth?
Thinking of their original intention, their courage instantly increased, and several people returned to the stall with high spirits, waiting to see if any of the town residents here would come to buy the pickled pork.
Don't tell me, these three meat strips were cut into small pieces, and the clear water soup in the big pot was almost boiling. The mother-in-law picked up the three small meat strips and threw them into the soup... The raw meat had just been touched.
The boiling water and a strange aroma filled the whole town.
"It smells so good. I have never smelled this kind of fragrance before. I really can't stand it anymore. Someone will come over and try the poison on us first."
The least patient among them had already begun to drool, and even Mai Fan felt that the saliva under his tongue began to secrete crazily.
The aroma of my mother-in-law's pot of broth was like pressing a wake-up button. The aroma continued to float out for a while, and then two or three residents of the small town came from the alley and sat down directly.
Mai Fan, who was on the opposite side of the table, handed his empty bowl to his mother-in-law.
The mother-in-law picked up the three meatballs from the boiling soup with a smile on her face. Strangely enough, the three red meatballs were only rolled three times in the boiling water. When they were taken out,
It's already cooked throughout. Isn't it cooked a little too quickly?
But just looking at the quality of the three meatballs in the white porcelain bowl, I looked at them as if they were delicious.
That's all. When the mother-in-law saw the meatballs entering the bowl, she picked up the spoon and scooped up a spoonful of soup from the soup in which the meatballs were cooked. She poured a spoonful of soup on top of the three meatballs, and then grabbed the one next to it.
I prepared a batch of small ingredients, asked the guests about their tastes, and poured the chopped green onions and fried chili oil on top... Bang, a bowl of delicious food that looked like that appeared in front of everyone.
The other people in the town ate hard. Looking at their looks and expressions, this bowl of meat ball soup was indeed delicious.
"How about we try a bowl too?"
"Just try it."
Several people gathered together, looked at each other, and sat in their seats. Everyone had been here all night.
It's strange to say that there are obviously six or seven people, and if each person has three meatballs, these three meat strips will almost be all in this pot of soup.
But this mother-in-law didn't like it. She only rolled one of the three meatballs into the same pot of soup, served it alone, and then added the other three.
It's like if they were taken down together, it would cause irreversible damage to the soup.
This also caused Mai Fan and others to come together on a first-come, first-served basis. When the bowl of meatball soup was placed among everyone, several people started to look at each other, thinking about how to open their mouths and let others taste it first.
Take one bite and decide whether you want to be the brave crab eater behind.
So a boss is still a boss, and when it comes to being bold in eating, only a cook like a private kitchen owner can understand the taste.
Everyone was still pushing and humbly giving way, but the owner of Private Kitchen had already picked up the bowl of broth without hesitation.
He took out a clean-looking spoon from the small drawer next to him that held bowls and chopsticks, and directly put the spoon into the soup. In full view of everyone, Xiao Qianqian scooped up a spoonful of soup and put it into his mouth.
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Suck...
"How does it taste? Are you feeling unwell? Do you feel particularly uncomfortable?"
The teammate who had the best relationship with the boss asked anxiously about his feelings.
But seeing what the boss did next, the group of people were left speechless.
Now the boss can't even think of replying to a word, he just keeps eating with his head buried.
Looking at it, it was as if he was afraid that if he drank too slowly, the bowl of soup would be snatched away.
A friend who knew the boss very well saw her behavior and immediately became anxious. He turned around and urged the grandma: "Where's the next bowl? Give me the next bowl, grandma!"
When this grandma saw that her soup was so popular, she smiled very brightly, and her voice became a little bit stiffer when she replied to the guests.
As for the other people, they immediately realized that this soup was definitely above average. The owner of the private kitchen had seen many rare ingredients from all over the world, and he was a cook himself, but he could actually treat ordinary people.
Tong's bowl of meatball soup is so popular, which shows how delicious this bowl of soup is.
Fortunately, this bowl of soup is not difficult to make and the process is simple. In a short time, the soup is ready in front of everyone.
It was fate that six people and six bowls of soup happened to use up all the three strips of meat. When the grandmother saw that the ingredients in front of her had been used up, she packed up the chopping board and cleared out the stall, sat down next to it, and waited.
After these diners finished drinking his soup, he could clear away the dishes.
Mai Fan followed the others and tasted a spoonful of soup first.
As soon as he put the soup in his mouth, he understood the reason for everyone's reaction.
This soup is like pork belly and chicken that has been stewed for a long time, with all the essence and flavor integrated into the soup.
It is said that it is like fish soup, but it does not have the fishy smell of fish. It is said that it is chicken soup, but it does not have the color of chicken. It is said that it is like a duck delicacy, but it is three points more delicious.
In short, the soup produced by each ingredient is slightly inferior to this meatball soup.
Thinking of this, Mai Fan's eyes unconsciously aimed at the three trees.
I wonder if the tavern has a method for collecting this ingredient?
If this thing could be brought into his real world, it would probably have unexpected effects.
After finishing the soup, Mai Fan told his thoughts to the mother-in-law in front of him.
"This mother-in-law doesn't know if the meat strips are for sale to the outside world."
"I want to order some raw meat strips with you and take them home to cook."
The mother-in-law was very happy after hearing this: "I have been running this small stall for a long time, and many people who come to see it have the same idea as you. But it is strange to say, if these meat sticks are sold,
Tree, in less than an hour, it will turn into that kind of wood that is both firewood and dry."
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