Shanhai Hot Pot Restaurant

There was no sound in the shop with only three tables, and the heat from the remaining pot continued to rise with the air. The spicy and delicious smell of the hot pot filled everyone's nose. This smell was completely different from the hot pot they usually eat.

It's not just the taste of spices and peppers mixed together, but a stronger mellow aroma.

It wasn't until Yao took out the dishes from the back kitchen and put them on the shelf next to the table that everyone sitting at the table came back to their senses.

"Mingqian, did you pour your own soup just now?" Someone asked while swallowing.

Ming Qian lifted the soup pot to the small wooden table next to the counter, and said with a smile, "The soup started at nine o'clock in the morning. There were chicken ribs, beef, ribs, and chicken wings, all of which were specially used for making soup." It should have been boiled last night, but I forgot last night, otherwise the taste would be better."

"It's all boiled! Add some ingredients and drink it directly as soup."

"It's better to go to an acquaintance's shop. Last time I went to eat mutton pot. There was plain water in the pot and two slices of tomato were used as soup. It was full of people, and I wanted to get angry."

"The store you went to was too picky, right? Didn't you even buy the thick soup treasure? It's not expensive."

"Nowadays, the soups in hot pot restaurants are basically made from Nong Tang Bao Dui. Few of them have the skills to cook the soup. Nong Tang Bao is not poisonous, not expensive, and tastes good. Only a few people make their own soup."

"Is it ready to serve?! My stomach is croaking!"

"Beef slices, order beef slices!"

Pan Yang had a shelf at hand, and he picked up a plate of thinly sliced ​​beef. These plates were picked out by Mingqian himself in the wholesale market. Not only are they of good quality, they are also cheap, and the patterns are not out of the ordinary. Nor are the family bowls and chopsticks that are bright red and purple with flowers. The edges have corrugated arcs like shells, and the center is pure white, which gradually transitions to dark blue at the edges.

The presentation of the plate is also particular. This plate of beef is arranged into two flowers. The heart of the flower is an egg yolk, and the bottom of the beef is a thin layer of milk. With a slight movement of Yang's hand, the "petals" also moved tremblingly.

Pan Yang brought the plate of beef to the table, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I guess it can't be boiled, so let's boil it. It's probably done after a couple of burns."

The players leaned over and said dumbfounded: "Hey, a plate of raw beef looks like a state banquet."

"Can fresh beef be cut so thin?"

If you want to cut beef that has not been frozen into thin slices, you must have a master chef with more than ten years of knife skills.

Yao proudly brought them the teapot, and proudly said: "I'm good at knife skills. If the boss said it should be thinner and the customers would say we pick it up, I could have cut it even thinner than paper."

Some people couldn't wait any longer, pierced the egg yolk with chopsticks, stirred the milk and egg yolk together, and evenly stained each slice of beef.

The team members who had come after a bit of stomach hastily stood up, using their chopsticks vigorously, and a plate of thinly sliced ​​beef was quickly divided up.

Chopsticks hold the beef, and dip it up and down in the boiling dark red soup pot, just two times, and it will be hot in two seconds.

Some people like to eat sesame oil dishes, some people like to dip in sesame sauce, the hot beef is wrapped in their favorite dipping sauce, and stuffed into their mouths with heat——

Pan Yang couldn't help but widen his eyes. He likes to eat oil dishes, put some garlic and coriander onions, and then some oyster sauce and salt and monosodium glutamate. Just now, he wrapped the beef slices with garlic and coriander. In an instant, he almost bit his own tongue.

The beef is so tender that it shatters between the teeth with just a light touch.

The soup is rich and spicy, but it does not conceal the aroma of the beef itself and the freshness of the soup.

But a piece of beef slice is too little, and it is gone in one bite, and the aroma has been swallowed before it can be savored.

When Pan Yang came back to his senses, he found that the plate of thick-cut beef had also been robbed. It was said to be thick-cut, but it was actually the thickness of beef slices in ordinary hot pot restaurants, and it could be eaten after being blanched for about ten seconds.

"Xiao Ming! Serve three more servings of thinly sliced ​​beef."

"No, no, five copies!"

"Ten copies!"

Ming Qian looked blank: "You still have so many dishes to order."

This group of people was not polite at all when ordering. In addition to two beefs of different thicknesses, there were various meat dishes such as duck belly, duck intestines, ham, and a lot of vegetarian dishes. The dishes they ordered at one table were enough for people with ordinary appetites. There are two tables.

Seeing Ming Qian not moving, the players urged: "We can finish eating! We can really finish eating!"

"If you can't finish eating, you won't get your money back!"

Mingqian: "..."

He could only let Yao go to the back kitchen to bring out the beef ordered by the starving ghosts.

Not to mention, Ming Qian didn't prepare many meat dishes in the first place, the vegetarian dishes can be kept for two days, and the meat dishes will be stale after a day, so it's good for them to finish this meal.

No one spoke during the whole process, and as soon as the freshly cooked dishes were cooked, countless pairs of chopsticks fell down, and the same dish was picked up as soon as it was cooked.

Pan Yang yelled: "This is my brother's shop! Leave me a piece of beef!"

The person next to him laughed and said: "Who cares about you, whoever strikes first will be the one."

"You've eaten six slices! Are you still human?!"

"Eat your beef! Why are you still trying to grab my belly?"

"Where's the duck intestines! Who saw the duck intestines! It was still on the plate just now!"

More than half of this group of people are rich second-generation people who are not short of money. They usually have to pick and choose when they go to high-end restaurants. appearance.

Ming Qian can understand their appearance very well - he was exactly the same as them now when he was eating instant noodles.

"Xiao Ming! Another duck intestine! Another luncheon meat!"

"Xiao Ming! Do you have any more spicy beef? One more!"

"Xiao Ming! Here's a piece of county liver, and a piece of hairy belly. Do you have a thousand layers of belly?"

"Xiao Ming!! Xiao Ming!!"

"Xiao Ming" himself, Ming Qian wanted to cry for this nickname, but why did the protagonists in elementary school textbooks always be Xiao Ming and Xiao Hong?Can't it be Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai?

"Come right away." Ming Qian and Yao were so busy that their feet didn't touch the ground. It's such a big shop, but running a few times felt more tiring than sprinting.

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"Mom, I want to eat hot pot." The child grabbed the skirt of the woman, bit his fingers, and looked eagerly at the hot pot restaurant on the side of the road. The mouth-watering fragrance wafted from the hot pot restaurant, and the child tugged on his mother's skirt I'm going to drag my mother into the store for dinner.

The woman was also greedy, but she swallowed and said rationally, "Baby, we didn't come out until after dinner."

The child looked at his mother blankly, completely forgetting that he had already had dinner.

Instead, Dad smiled and said: "Go in and eat if you're hungry, order less, just taste it, anyway, there's no need to wait for a queue number, there are only three tables."

The child happily walked into the store holding the hand of his parents.

"Excuse me, how many people?" Ming Qian was the waiter when he didn't need to cook the bottom material.

He put the three aprons on the table first, then the menu.

"Just the three of us." The woman looked at the three tables of guests who were "scrambling" for food with some surprise.

Ming Qian: "Do you want the red soup pot or the mandarin duck pot? You can order first, and I will serve the pot first."

"Mandarin duck hot pot." The woman said with a smile, "I can't eat spicy food very much. Is there any sesame sauce in the store?"

Ming Qian nodded: "Yes, you can make dipping dishes for yourself over there, and there are watermelons and tomatoes next to them, all for yourself."

It's just that the money for dipping dishes and fruits is included in the table fee, Ming Qian silently gave himself a thumbs up, he is really a profiteer.

The child is seven or eight years old, and she doesn't need to sit in a child seat. She holds the menu and starts to order, swallowing while ordering.

No one can resist the overbearing aroma of hot pot, especially the hot pot at Mingqian.

After watching Ming Qian walk into the back kitchen, the woman whispered, "How come there are so few people for such a delicious hot pot. The worst hot pot at the food street is full, and all of them have to be numbered."

The man didn't understand either. Anyway, the people who passed by here either had a meal like them, or they were going to the food street. No., so even though he was so incensed that he stopped in his tracks, he finally left.

"Actually, I don't think those online celebrity shops are delicious." The woman rolled her eyes, "Every time I have to wait in line for an hour or two, and after eating, I feel that's the same. It's all a good advertisement."

Man: "The celebrity effect, several restaurants in the food street are opened by Internet celebrities and celebrities."

"The tables next door are really good to eat." The woman whispered, "This is not a meal, but a robbery?"

The man also whispered, "They're all young people, probably in their early twenties. When I was my age, I could eat three packs of instant noodles, two eggs and one steamed bun for a meal."

woman:"……"

When Ming Qian brought out the pot, he saw that the couple were whispering head to head, and only the child was serious about ordering.

He smiled and put the pot away, and after lighting the fire, he went to get the soup pot.

The soup pot has been kept on low heat on the pot. When pouring the soup, the woman asked: "Is this soup high?"

"This is the broth I made myself." Ming Qian said inexplicably proudly, "The clear soup is also this soup, only with seasonings, dates, tomatoes and cucumbers added."

The woman was a little surprised.

Ming Qian boasted: "Beauty, I do business with sincerity. I cook all the soup bases and hot pot bases by myself. They are definitely not ready-made things to buy. Vegetables and meat are also brought to the market that morning. When shopping, stale meat will never be served on the table, and you can count how many dishes you bring in every day, and don’t sell them when they are sold out, so as not to be sold out on the same day, and it will not be fresh until the next day.”

Woman: "Really, boss, you don't make money?"

Ming Qian puffed up his chest and tried his best to show that he was a "sincere" businessman: "Only by good quality can we make money."

Ming Qian slowly poured the soup base into the pot, and the already hot broth quickly melted the base.

Because the spices and peppers have been salvaged long ago, there is no variegated matter in this pot of soup. A layer of red oil floats on the top layer, which is pushed away by the boiled soup bottom, and then moves closer again.

"I've ordered!" The child handed Ming Qian the menu.

Ming Qian took a subconscious look at the menu, his expression was a little stiff, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "Kid, did you order too much?"

The child looked at Ming Qian with those big black and white eyes, and the bow tie in his hair was extremely cute: "Not much! I can finish eating!"

Ming Qian handed the menu to the child's mother: "Beauty, see if you want to order less."

When the woman took the menu, her expression almost cracked. The brat ordered almost all the meat dishes, but didn't order a vegetarian dish.

She quickly wiped out most of the meat dishes, then ordered a few vegetarian dishes, and then handed the menu to Ming Qian again.

"Sorry, the kid just messed up."

Ming Qian waved his hand: "It's nothing, the food will be served soon, please wait a moment."

"This is the boss, I think there are only two people in the store." The man took a sip of free Eagle tea.

Woman: "He's pretty handsome. I don't think he's any worse than that Internet celebrity in the Food Street, and he's much more handsome than that Internet celebrity."

The woman said sadly: "If the business is not good, it may be because it smells good and the food is not very good."

The man smiled: "If it doesn't taste good, just treat it as a waste of money. I just glanced at the menu. It's not expensive, it's only more than 100 yuan. It's fine if you don't come next time."

The woman turned her head and looked at the three tables of people who were still fighting, but still didn't understand.

If the taste is not good, why are these people able to snatch it like this?

If the taste is good, why are there only three tables at this time?

This is really a strange hot pot restaurant.

If it tastes good, come and eat it next time.

What is the name of this store?

Can't remember the name.

Forget it, anyway, it's next to the adult goods store, so you won't be able to find it.

The author has something to say:

Guest: "The hot pot restaurant next to the adult goods store."

Ming Qian (crazy): "I'm cracked."