Shanhai Hot Pot Restaurant

At [-]:[-] in the morning, close to noon, Ming Qian and Yao sat in the store and looked out of the store. Youjun sat alone behind the counter playing with his mobile phone, not with them. Pedestrians walked by outside the store one after another. Today is the weekend, come out There were a lot of people eating, and pedestrians were in a hurry, and no one stopped at the entrance of Shanhai Hot Pot Restaurant.

Ahead is the Food Street, a whole street!Contiguous buildings, five stories high, with countless stores on each floor.

Whether it's hot pot Mala Tang or Chinese, Western, Cantonese, and Hunan cuisine, as long as you want to eat, you can find it there. In addition, there are ice cream shops, bakeries, and barbecue drinks.

Why enter a very shabby hot pot restaurant that doesn't even have customers?

Especially when there are so many men and women dating, and if you invite your girlfriend to dinner, you have to go to a tall restaurant.

Regardless of the taste, the decoration should be upscale.

"In the morning, there were two beauties who said they would come to have hot pot at noon." Ming Qian dragged his chin and looked outside the shop persistently.

Yao patted his thigh: "Boss! I know! They must have changed their minds!"

Ming Qian: "...you are quite good at using words."

Yao grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: "I'm learning things fast! My grandpa and grandpa praised me for being smart!"

Ming Qian sighed in his heart, and continued to wait for the customer to take the bait, no, it was a door-to-door.

"boss!"

Just when Ming Qian was disheartened, two young girls walked into the hot pot restaurant together.

Ming Qian's eyes lit up with a "snap", and he bet that there is no more beautiful girl than these two girls in this world!If there is, it must be the next girl to enter the store!

"Beauty, red pot or mandarin duck pot? Tomorrow I will prepare some tomato pot and mushroom soup pot. Today there are only clear soup and red soup." Ming Qian greeted them with a smile.

He is generous and hearty, as if welcoming a friend he hasn't seen for a long time, seeing no strangers, only familiarity.

Zhou Mei quickly said: "We want a mandarin duck pot."

Ming Qian: "Sit whatever you want, I'll prepare the bottom of the pot for you. The bottom of the pot in our store is all boiled that morning, without any additives."

He said again: "You are the first table guests today, I will give you drinks, what do you drink?"

Zhou Mei's eyes were almost glued to Ming Qian's body: "That's so embarrassing..."

Ming Qian: "I can still afford a drink. If you feel embarrassed, you can take care of the business more and introduce it to your friends and classmates."

Zhou Mei was amused: "Definitely, then we want soy milk."

Ming Qian turned around and made an OK gesture.

Haruka took the menu over.

Yao Yao is not "handsome" but "obedient". He looks a little naive, but he can also be called innocent, with watery dog ​​eyes, standing in front of the table, Zhou Mei and her friends The eyes have become "old mother" eyes.

It was the first time he received guests by himself, and Yao was also very excited. If it was true at this time, his tail would probably have been flicked up. He smiled like a big fool, and imitated Ming Qian's words and said: "Our family's vegetables and meat are all delicious. The fresh meat and vegetables bought in the market that day are not frozen meat."

Zhou Mei and her friends stared at Yao, Yao began to stammer nervously, her face turned red, ashamed as if she had just been molested.

"Don't be nervous, we'll order by ourselves." The friend took the menu with a smile, and from the corner of his eye, Haruka breathed a sigh of relief that was visible to the naked eye.

Ming Qian thought that the two girls wouldn't be able to eat much, and as soon as Yao Yao delivered the menu, Ming Qian was startled—these two girls look tall and slender, can they eat so much? !

Looking at the dishes they ordered, Yao said worriedly: "What if they can't finish it?"

Ming Qian didn't take it seriously: "Those who got involved in the pot will still be counted as money, and those who are not clean will be refunded."

"I'll serve the pot, and you serve the dishes." Ming Qian arranged the tasks for himself and Yao, and then started busy with work.

This is the best thing about hot pot. As long as the dishes are cut and arranged, it doesn’t take much time at all, and the guests don’t need special care. For example, let the waiters do the roasting like a barbecue restaurant, which saves a lot of manpower.

It doesn't take much time to serve a table of guests.

The bottom of the pot does not need to be melted, and there is a layer of spicy oil floating on the surface. In order to take care of the convenience of the guests, Mingqian salvaged all the spices in it before serving the pot, but there is no need to worry about the lack of flavor.

The clear soup is a milky white broth. This time Mingqian boiled it for a longer time, and the tutorial is more reliable. Not only is it delicious, but the color can make your index finger move.

"Clear soup can be drunk directly. Before serving the dishes, you can make a bowl of soup to appetize." Ming Qian took two empty bowls, "There are seasonings over there, you can put green onion and coriander by yourself."

"I'll call you."

Zhou Mei: "I don't eat coriander, just put green onions."

Friend: "I don't eat green onions, I only put coriander."

The two looked at each other, and felt that the other's tongue had problems, and the coriander (scallion) was so unpalatable!Who can eat it!

The hot soup was poured into the bowl, and it was slightly hot, but it was not so hot that it was hard to swallow, it was the most suitable temperature.

The hot milky soup is topped with green onion or coriander, and the aroma can even overwhelm the aroma of the unboiled red soup.

Holding the bowl in her hands, Zhou Mei tried to take a small sip.

Fragrant.

This is the only word in Zhou Mei's mind.

It is not the aroma from the pile of spices, but the mellow aroma of the ingredients themselves.

She could even imagine bone soup simmering on a low fire, but it wasn't just the smell of bone soup.

This soup does not add too much salt, and it may even feel a little bland when you first drink it, but you will be able to enjoy the original flavor after swallowing it.

Zhou Mei didn't finish the soup in one go, but sipped it in small sips, without even raising her head to say a word to her friend in the middle.

After she took the last sip, a thin layer of sweat broke out on her forehead, but instead of feeling hot, she felt that her stomach was warm, and she was even hungrier than before.

Just at this time, Yao brought all the dishes.

The plate arrangement is not beautiful, but it is definitely not ugly. The thinly sliced ​​beef slices are arranged in the shape of a flower, with a layer of milk on the bottom and egg yolk in the stamen. Clip it up.

The beef slices are very thin, but not as thin as frozen meat cut into slices. It is very fresh, wrapped in a little soup, dipped in the oil dish, the aroma of the soup bursts out after entering the mouth, chew carefully, You can still taste a bit of the meat itself.

It was clearly a thin piece, but Zhou Mei kept chewing it slowly in her mouth, without even breathing in the middle, as if she wanted to lock the fragrance in her mouth.

After eating a piece of beef, take a sip of the soup. It doesn't feel too spicy, and the aroma won't be washed away.

"Absolutely!" Zhou Mei had already forgotten her purpose of coming to eat hot pot, and she put all her body and mind into the hot hot pot in front of her eyes.

The friend nodded vigorously while chewing, and after chewing and swallowing the beef carefully, he said with a moved face: "I feel the new world!"

Zhou Mei: "...Hi Secondary School..."

The soup in the pot was bubbling under the action of the fire, and the red pot was glowing red. Zhou Mei put the dishes to be cooked into it.

But such as beef slices and loin slices with hairy tripe, you can't cook them if they want to be hot.

"Why did you order the loin slices?" My friend frowned as he looked at the plate of loin slices, "The loin slices have a particularly foul smell, and I stopped eating them after eating them twice. "

Zhou Mei: "I just wanted to see if there was any smell in this restaurant. My dad's fried kidneys didn't smell bad. He said that the restaurant outside didn't handle it carefully, and the urine tendon was removed to get that smell."

"You're just unlucky. You haven't eaten processed kidneys and kidney slices. Really, they are crispy and springy, and they are very fragrant!" Zhou Mei looked at her friend sympathetically.

Zhou Mei picked up the loin piece excitedly: "I'll give you a try by blanching a piece. This one is sliced ​​thinly and doesn't need to be cooked, but it takes longer to blanch than beef."

She picked up her sleeves and ironed the waist piece for her friend. It was not until she put the waist piece into the friend's bowl that the friend agreed to try it with a sad face.

The friend mustered up his courage, held back his resistance, and put the waist piece into his mouth with a mentality of sacrificing his life for righteousness and living up to his good friend's enthusiasm.

The first feeling is numbness, then spicy, and then the crispy texture of the loin slices, not the kind of sensuality she has eaten, but crispy, the teeth cracked instantly when the teeth touched lightly, and the soup burst out, similar to beef It's two completely different feelings.

She looked up at Zhou Mei in disbelief.

Zhou Mei raised her eyebrows triumphantly: "I can tell from your expression that this waist is right."

Friend: "You really are testing me for poison."

Zhou Mei: "Then this waist piece belongs to me."

The friend was furious: "I think it's beautiful!"

Zhou Mei drank half a bottle of soy milk in one gulp, and then finished eating meat dishes that needed to be blanched with her friends before she was in the mood to chat.

"Why is the business of this store so bad? The taste is much better than those big chain brands." The friend was very puzzled, "It is reasonable to say that even if this kind of store is just opened, the business is not good, once someone tries it, the business will decline. Get well soon."

Her voice was so loud that Ming Qian heard it, and he quickly said: "Beauty, today is the second day of trial operation, if you think it's delicious, you can help me advertise more, and I will advertise when your friends come to eat." [-]% off."

Zhou Mei took advantage of the victory to pursue: "Boss, can I take a photo with you after I finish eating?"

Ming Qian: "You don't cook hot pot?"

Zhou Mei: "The hot pot and dishes are also taken, so I just want to take a picture with you."

Ming Qian has no objection, anyway, he is not shameless, and to put it bluntly, he is quite photogenic, he looks similar to himself in the photo, unlike Pan Yang, who is usually a handsome guy, but looks average in the photo.

"Okay, I'll go and straighten my hair." Ming Qian said, "Now I'm the boss, so I need to pay attention to my image."

Zhou Mei and her friends were amused, Zhou Mei joked: "Boss, do you have a girlfriend?"

Ming Qian waved his hand: "No, do you want to introduce me?"

Zhou Mei smiled and said, "That's a pity, all my friends have boyfriends..."

Before Zhou Mei finished speaking, Youjun sitting at the front desk held the phone and let out a sarcastic "heh".

There was no way to ignore this yin and yang strange sound.

Zhou Mei looked at Youjun, then at Mingqian, she felt she understood.

Zhou Mei quickly said: "It's good to be single, happy to be single, we are all single nobles!"

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and continued to eat.

Mingqian: "..."

Ming Qian really wanted to say something for himself, God told him to be gay, but it doesn't mean he has to be gay!What's more, even if he likes men, Youjun's temper is completely inappropriate - he is afraid that one day he will be pissed off by Youjun's yin and yang.

Before Ming Qian could speak for himself, two new guests entered the door.

Ming Qian rushed forward to meet him, forgetting what he was about to say just now.

"How many guests?" Ming Qian asked enthusiastically.

Chen Lang: "Three."

Ming Qian went to get the menu, and said as he walked, "Choose a seat wherever you want, and I'll get the menu."

Chen Lang and the others picked a seat by the window, and the three of them just sat down when the friend with dreadlocks whispered, "Why is there only one table?"

Another friend: "Who eats hot pot at noon? I think business will be better in the evening."

This made a lot of sense, Chen Lang said with a smile: "I smelled it when I came back in the morning, it was really delicious, otherwise I wouldn't have called you out, I'm treating you to this meal, eat whatever you want."

"Get rich?"

"Wage increase?"

Chen Lang shook his head: "No, I just don't plan to save money like before."

"Yo, figured it out? I thought you were going to sting to death to save money."

"I can't bear to buy fruit."

"Let me cut you a knife every day."

"The time you spend on price comparisons and coupons when you buy things adds up. The time cost is also the cost."

Ming Qian walked over with the menu, heard their conversation, and looked at Chen Lang full of sympathy among the "stingy fighters".

"Guest, do you want red pot or mandarin duck pot?" Ming Qian asked with a smile.

Chen Lang: "We want a mandarin duck pot and a sesame sauce dish, can I put some crushed peanuts and fermented bean curd in my sesame sauce dish?"

Ming Qian pointed to the long table behind him: "You can make dipping dishes by yourself over there."

Ming Qian gave them the menu, prepared the bottom of the pot by himself, and left the task of collecting the menu and serving the dishes to Yao.

At this time, Mingqian is glad that Yao is not illiterate—Yao knows traditional characters, and there are similarities between traditional characters and simplified characters. Although he can't write simplified characters, he can recognize them.

It's the same as Ming Qian can understand traditional Chinese characters, but can't write them.

"That's all." Chen Lang ordered dishes according to the number of people.

The braided boy asked, "Why didn't you order a waist piece?"

Another friend: "The loin slices smell bad, I can't eat them, can you finish one portion by yourself?"

Zhou Mei, who was eating next to her, couldn't help but turn her head: "Handsome guy, the waist here doesn't smell bad at all, and it's handled really well! Order it, if you don't lie to you, you will regret it if you don't order it!"

My friend couldn't help saying: "Really! I never ate loin slices before, this one is really different! It's super delicious!"

"Remember to drink soup before eating hot pot. It's not a loss at all to order mandarin duck pot here!"

They were as excited as if they were also the owners of the store.

It was rare for Chen Lang to be stared at by a girl so "enthusiastically". Before his brain could react, his mouth moved first: "Then give us another waist piece."

Yao's eyebrows curved: "Okay, guest, the loin slices you ate before had a bad smell because the fascia was not cleaned, not only the white tendons, but also some red ones, otherwise there will still be a smell."

Chen Lang doesn't know how to cook, he doesn't understand at all, but at this moment he can only pretend to understand: "That's it, then I will pay attention to it later."

Zhou Mei continued: "This hot pot is really delicious and the price is cheap. I have never eaten such a delicious hot pot."

Chen Lang and his friends looked at each other.

The two girls at the next table are Tony, right?Is it Tom?