Brother Mazar was originally fascinated by Erxian. When he heard the words "Chun Nian Huadiao", he suddenly became energetic.
"Hua Hua Hua Diao? Is this elbow made of gold? It's stewed with Hua Diao??"
Brother Maza is really heartbroken, are you...
This is bright light!
This is an era of cataclysm that is almost equal to the end of the world!
Why the hell are you holding a drink with me?
Are you talking about old Huadiao?
Your conscience must have been chewed by a dog, right~
The price of wine in Mingguang has always been at a prohibitive level. Take Pythagorean Alley as an example. The only people in the entire alley who can afford to take a few sips of weed seeds every now and then to mix up the bad wine are Uncle Hu and Sister Hu.
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But that's just bad wine. A small pot is almost three to four times the price of rice, let alone the likes of Qingquanshan.
Besides, the rice wine and beer brewed by Ji Guang are not owned by the Wen family, but the factory is also firmly controlled by a few big families with surnames. It is said that they still have to use white gloves to get them.
There is a limited quota of grain every year.
Well, let’s call it a kind of monopoly, a monopoly created for the sake of food prices in Xiacheng District.
As for Huadiao...it's true that not just any rice wine can be called Huadiao...
Judging from the current market situation, only the archaeological inventory of flower carvings before the cataclysm is enough to pass through, and the rest are just nonsense.
The wine excavated by archaeologists also has another name, that thing is also called an antique.
The second freshest ingredients are the angoose mushroom that grows in the chestnut forest and geoduck clams that are more than a palm long. With a history and a story, the asking price for a bowl is only 5 circulation points according to Mingguang's market.
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And a pot of Huadiao wine that was handed down before the catastrophe... uh...
It doesn’t matter if we don’t mention it, is it really not good to just let people sit back and be quietly exhibited in the museum?
Brother Maza looked at the golden and translucent elbows in the large bowl with a particularly distorted expression, and muttered,
"What kind of sugar-skinned elbows? I think we should just call them gold-skinned elbows..."
The second shook his head and said,
"It's not something people like me should enjoy. Just thinking about it being stewed with Huadiao makes my heart hurt..."
Lin Chou spread his hands,
"I won't take your money!"
"Excessive luxury can corrupt people. Do you want to corrupt me with your extravagance?"
This girl seemed quite normal and shy before, but now... tsk tsk... she's so average... Girl, are you already on fire?
"Then why do you enjoy eating so much?"
"What you just said, you don't want to take my money..."
Lin Chou shrugged and opened all the remaining tureens.
"Abalone, old duck stewed with kelp, ham and wild vegetable porridge, oh, and this, I'm mainly selling it today, dried bamboo shoots and fish head soup."
Lin Chou pushed the big bowl of abalone and old duck towards the opposite side with a look of disgust on his face.
"Taste them all."
Brother Maza let go now, and his chopsticks danced into afterimages.
"Abalone, duck and kelp stewed. This is my mother's dish. No matter how you stew it, it's very fragrant."
"Wild vegetable porridge? Oh, it's made from dandelions..."
"Damn it, why is this dried bamboo shoot and fish head soup such a color? What's going on?"
Second, holding the soup bowl, there was a little golden sandy particle on the corner of his lips, and he licked it calmly.
"Crab roe?"
I rummaged through the large bowl with my chopsticks and found half a crab that had been boiled red.
Lin Chou was filling a bowl of green wild vegetable porridge and slowly sipping it when he suddenly slapped his forehead.
"Good guy, I forgot to bring the carrots and side dishes. It seems I have to ask Bao Er to bring them over later."
Then he said casually,
"As for miscellaneous crabs, there are hairy crabs, red crabs, and flower-covered crabs. Anyway, I can use whatever is available in the mountain stream behind me. It's convenient and affordable."
Inside the large tureen is a pot of golden soup. The fish head is very large and the flesh is plump and thick, giving people an explosive fullness. A fish head is connected to a body as long as half a palm. The fish meat is delicate, white and tender, and is covered with golden soup.
It looked especially gorgeous afterwards.
The dried bamboo shoots in the soup have returned to a tender yellow-green color, but are no more than the thickness of a little finger, like pen holders.
The crabs are cut in half, sealed with flour, and fried until they are half cooked before being added in. In addition to making the soup a golden color like quicksand, the deliciousness is simply off the charts.
Brother Maza raised his thumbs up,
"Absolutely awesome!"
Lin Chou smiled,
"If my father has a temper and insists on adding some white fungus and fungus, hey, but I won't. That thing is not to my liking."
Chefs are very confident creatures and usually believe in their own intuition about the combination of food ingredients. This intuition often leads them to not even listen to their own father's opinions.
Except when the biological father has objects such as spoons, pans, and rolling pins in his hands.
The second eye moved very smartly, "Pucai, why don't you try Pucai?"
"Smart!" Lin Chou said, "But that thing is too difficult to peel. A two-meter-long cattail leaf has a core the size of a finger. How much do I have to peel before I can use it?"
The second curled his lips and said,
"Hey, think of the good in everything. You haven't opened yet, maybe you can't even sell one copy?"
Lin Chou snorted.
Then I heard someone stepping onto the podium, and there was quite a commotion.
There is a family of three, the boy is handsome, the girl is pretty, and the remaining one is a fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old girl with big eyes and big eyes who makes money.
"Excuse me...can you sit down..." The male host looked at Su Yourong and the big-breasted sister who were enjoying their meal and asked uneasily, as if he was afraid of disturbing them.
The big-breasted sister held a big bowl and said in a muffled voice,
"sit!"
The man shivered at first, then sat down happily,
"We just sit here and wait...you eat first...you first..."
He turned around and whispered to his wife and daughter,
"Did you see it? It's really them. It's true. I saw it from so far away. I won't admit it. Hehehehe..."
The second person in the audience widened his eyes in surprise. Is this family here to eat or to be angry?
Lin Chou rushed up to the stage, turned around and faced the second person,
"It's too crowded down there, so come up. The air above is actually very good."
After saying this, he picked up his book and concentrated on ordering food for the family of three.
Brother Maza didn’t even eat any food.
"What are you doing standing around..."
"Second girl, let me tell you, you are extremely lucky..."
"Move things, move things. Brothers waiting behind you, don't be stunned. Help the second girl carry things to the podium!"
A group of people responded cheerily,
"Okay~"
Brother Maza took the lead, using the body of a low-level evolutionist to pick up one of the cast-iron cauldrons and jump onto the podium with a bright smile on his face,
"Second girl, do you think where is the best place to place this pot?"