Dali Temple Small Dining Room

  Chapter 8 Green Plum Pork Ribs (2)

  The plate of "Green Plum Pork Ribs", a new dish that Ding Cai had never seen before, was placed on the table.

Braised pork meat and marinated greengage are covered with thick amber sauce, and scattered white sesame seeds are sprinkled on it. The three words "smell" and "smell" alone are enough to whet one's appetite.

  After the plate of "Green Plum Pork Ribs" was put down, a smell that was different from ordinary braised pork immediately rushed to the face, and the aroma went straight to the nose.

  It seems that this dish is not only outstanding in the word "color", but even the fragrance is overbearing. The table where the two were sitting was close to the entrance of the restaurant, and passers-by could easily smell the aroma of the dishes on their table. As soon as the box of vegetables was put down, two passers-by stopped and looked in.

   "How does this pork taste so fragrant? What kind of dish is this?"

   Without waiting for Ding Caimai to open his mouth, Zhang Caimai said: "I eat it myself, I don't sell it."

  When they heard "not for sale", the passers-by were immediately disappointed, muttered a few words, "Why is such a delicious dish not for sale", shook their heads and left in disappointment.

  Ding Caimai, who had just had time to take the chopsticks out of the chopstick holder, glanced at Zhang Caimai: "Old Zhang, why are you so narrow-minded? You are taking revenge on me for what happened just now!"

   Open the door to do business, what is the difference between Zhang Caimai and chasing customers?

  Zhang Caimai gave him a sideways glance, and said: "Miss Wen is going to be arranged to be a public cook, but she won't stay in your small restaurant to be your chef."

   Entered this small roadside restaurant as a master spoon master. If you do well, it is the owner behind it, that is, Ding Caimai makes money. How many people will fall into the hands of the master spoon master? It's not Miss Wen's own restaurant!

Besides, for a girl like Mrs. Wen who has not yet reached the age of Ji, it is safer to have Da Zhou's legal endorsement, so that no one will be caught in the dark, and there will be no public kitchen that pays too much for the monthly payment. Some, but also save dealing with those three teachings and nine streams in the market.

   Because Zhang Caimai loves Zhao Sishan, Zhang Caimai loves Wujiu, and treats Wen Mingtang as a niece, so she won't make her suffer from Ding Caimai.

  Looking at Zhang Caimai's defense, Ding Caimai shook his head, but he was not angry: his small restaurant is just a side business, and he would not offend Zhang Caimai, a colleague, with one or two dishes.

   Dispelling the idea of ​​borrowing Wen Mingtang's dish to attract customers, Ding Caimai took the pork meat with his chopsticks.

As soon as he took a bite, Ding Caimai regretted it a bit: "Oh, it's delicious! The pork meat is stewed very well! As soon as I bite into it, the meat is separated from the bone. It's so easy to separate. The firewood is stewed well, it’s really just right! The taste is mainly sweet, supplemented by sour. The taste of the mouth has been reduced to only three points, and the most amazing thing is that there is a fruity aroma of green plums when chewed carefully... In this way, the remaining three points of the greasy taste will be completely eliminated... Wow! Delicious! If you can keep it Just come down and be my spoon master..."

   There are many kinds of diners. Some people just set an example with their actions, while some like Ding Caimai like to talk while eating.

   Hearing that Ding Caimai bought a tongue "doing two jobs" while eating and appreciating it, Zhang Caimai, who added a piece of pork meat to the entrance, was a little puzzled: I really don't know how Ding Caimai's tongue did this.

After appreciating it, Ding Caimai "Teng" got up and ran out of the kitchen behind him. After a while, he trotted out with two big bowls of rice. With Zhang Caimai, each of them had a bowl, and he started to eat the green plum pork ribs in front of him. The meal is coming.

   It is really a rare sweet and sour meat dish that will not get tired of eating in summer. It is really a must for dinner.

   Two people, you take a bite and I take a bite. In the end, they simply pour the soup into the rice, mix it together and eat it all.

Looking at the big white porcelain bowl with not a single grain of rice left in front of him, Ding Caimai licked his lips, hiccupped, and subconsciously looked at the sun outside: It's actually still early, and he came to I was not hungry when I was here, I was planning to evaluate it with two bites of food, but I don't know...

  It's not time for lunch yet, but he's already belching so much.

Zhang Caimai on the opposite side is not much better than him. Compared with his open mouth, Zhang Caimai is obviously lacking in speech, so he just raised his chin, pointed to the clean plate and rice bowl, and asked him: "How do you know?" ?” The complacency in the tone was beyond words.

"I said that Yuerou is not the kind of person who brags! She is humble by nature, and if she can be praised by five points, at least she has 80% of her skills. If Miss Wen can be praised by her, she must be very skilled." A plate of pork ribs with green plums completely reassured Zhang Caimai.

   With this skill, who can pick out the thorns?

  Zhang Caimai thinks that the position of the chef of the Guozijian public kitchen is probably stable.

Not only Zhang Caimai felt this way, but Ding Caimai also felt the same way. He nodded and said, "I'll tell Lao Jiang when I go back. I'm afraid even Yu Jijiu, who has thorns all over his body, can't find fault with this kind of craftsmanship. Come!"

  Wen Mingtang couldn't help but smile as he spoke.

  Seeing that the girl is quick to do things and doesn't talk too much nonsense, Ding Caimai is even more satisfied. Before leaving, he couldn't help but ask her again: "The chef in charge of my small restaurant has a good monthly salary..."

Zhang Caimai interrupted him before he finished speaking: "Come on! Old Ding! There are drunk diners waiting to make trouble in this small restaurant every day and night. Miss Wen is so pretty and lively, lingering there Among the drunk diners, do you think it is feasible?"

   One sentence made Ding Caimai speechless, and he couldn't help but said angrily: "That's... eh! Forget it, Zhang Caimai, you go to see Old Jiang with me!"

  Zhang Caimai nodded, followed Ding Caimai and took two steps, then turned around and asked Wen Mingtang, "Where is Miss Wen staying now? I will look for you after I finish my work here! If you hurry, I can settle it today!"

  Wen Mingtang said: "I'm currently living in Brother Zhao Sishan's restaurant."

   Zhang Caimai sneered immediately after hearing a word: "Which restaurant belongs to Zhao Dalang? It's obviously Yuerou's!"

   After finishing speaking, before Wen Mingtang could open his mouth, he only told her "be careful on the road" and followed Ding Cai to buy it.

  …

  Most of the future "future" has been set, Wen Mingtang also heaved a sigh of relief, went out and found a restaurant at random, ate a few bites of lunch, and then returned to Zhaoji Restaurant.

When I returned to Zhaoji Restaurant, it was lunch time. Compared with the scattered customers last night, the business of Zhaoji Restaurant was a little better today. There were about half of the tables in the lobby. There are diners.

Before Wen Mingtang had time to take a closer look, he saw Mrs. Liu running out from behind the curtain, and then howled in front of all the diners: "I kindly took in this fatherless and motherless person, but I didn't want to take in a The thief bone is here, what evil have I done!"

  (end of this chapter)