Shanhai Hot Pot Restaurant

It was the first time to receive foreign friends. At first, Ming Qian was worried that he would need to use his English on the construction site. Fortunately, some of these foreigners could speak Chinese. He could only speak English when he was studying, and he never used it after graduation. , and even if his English grades were not bad when he was studying, his oral English would be like that.

Originally, Mingqian thought that the alien beasts would be somewhat curious about foreigners, but it turned out that not only Youjun, but also Yiyi said that they were not curious about foreigners either.

On the contrary, those few foreigners spoke loudly, looking around with eyes full of novelty.

Ian ignored his friends, he was busy blanching the beef.

From the moment he took the first bite, he never distracted himself. After finishing one plate, he put the other plate in front of him.

Friends looked at him in disbelief: "Don't you think it's spicy?"

"The surface is full of oil."

"My lips hurt just looking at it."

This time, Ian no longer felt that his friends were noisy, and he didn’t feel that they didn’t know what to do. It was just right for them not to eat, and it was just right for them to be alone, and if they sat down to eat, they would have to add food—there are so many people in the store now , Serving food must be slow, he is not willing to wait.

Chen Yan brought over the pumpkin pie and millet crust, and served Ian a few bottles of beer.

Ian thanked Chen Yan, and then continued to concentrate on eating.

Although he can’t be said to be a China hand, he has eaten basically every province, and he has eaten the specialties of each province. But if you want to say what he likes the most, he still likes Sichuan and Hunan dishes the most. Sichuan cuisine also has light taste. But he doesn't like it, he likes strong flavor, the heavier the better.

He also likes peppercorns and peppercorns.

He has eaten small crispy meat before, and the peppercorns are directly in the batter, wrapped in the meat and fried together. If the peppercorns are eaten when eating, the taste can explode in the mouth.

He also likes wasabi, and so does bibimbap with soy sauce. He even tried adding soy sauce to bibimbap with lard, and found it delicious.

If it were not for urgent matters, he would basically not leave China, and he would always feel hungry when he returned to his own country.

The taste of Chinese restaurants in his country is also strange, and the dishes are even more strange. Although it is an improved Chinese food, in his opinion, apart from the cooking method, it has nothing to do with Chinese food in terms of taste.

And as long as he goes back to China and goes to a Chinese restaurant with his friends, they will always say that he has a sense of superiority.

To be honest...he felt it too, but it wasn't his fault!How can I still accept those weird Chinese food after eating authentic ones.

The guests at the next table wanted to give the newcomers Amway their favorite dishes, but the newcomers were all foreigners, holding back their hearts and lungs, hoping that the next table would come from their own country for the first time people.

When Ian was eating beef, his friends looked at the golden pumpkin pie. Finally, someone couldn't help but took a piece with his hand. The skin was no longer hot. He bit it down, his eyes widened exaggeratedly, and the pumpkin pie meat in his mouth Before swallowing it down, he spoke extremely fast and praised: "This dessert is so delicious!"

"It's very sweet, not greasy, and the shell is still very crisp." The person eating the pumpkin pie waved his hands in the air.

Several other people also quickly reached out to try it, and their reactions were no different from those of the first person to eat.

Pumpkin pie is a snack that has won countless loyal fans in the store. It is sweet, soft, glutinous and crispy. Kids can eat a whole serving.

There is a feeling of fullness, but not so full that you can't eat anything else after eating it.

"I'll try this again." Kevin reached out and took a piece of millet rice crust.

He had never seen such a snack, and thought it looked like a square-cut burrito.

But he didn't have any expectations for this kind of snacks. After all, this kind of thin slices have one characteristic - crispy, whether it is potato chips or other types of thin slices. He also bought yam slices in Chinese supermarkets, which are no different from potato chips. .

Until he threw the millet rice crust into his mouth.

What is this thing made of?

That was the question on Kevin's mind.

It's very crunchy, but very chewy. It seems that as long as you don't swallow it, you can chew it forever, and the taste is a bit light when you first eat it, but the more you chew, the stronger the taste, and it becomes more and more fragrant. Occasionally, you can eat some grains The fragrance comes.

After swallowing it, he immediately picked up another piece, and with the other hand, he grabbed the last piece of pumpkin pie.

Before Kevin had time to say that the "potato chips" were delicious, he found that his friends had already divided up the millet crisps.

When Ming Qian came over, he found that they were all eating snacks instead of hot pot, so he thought they only liked snacks.

In fact, snacks are not cheap, and Ming Qian is also very satisfied with the fact that he earns more than food.

As long as customers don't waste too much, they don't care how much they eat Mingqian.

However, there are no wasteful customers in the store, even if they can't finish a meal, they will take away the leftovers.

This was a surprise to Ming Qian, after all, the bottoms of these pots would not be recycled, and the leftovers inside would not be recycled, it would be too wasteful to throw them away.

"Why don't I try this hot pot?" Kevin coughed lightly, but his embarrassment lasted for a second, and what he said before was completely forgotten at this moment. He stood up and said, "I'll go Get the seasoning."

Others quickly said, "Help me do it too, I don't know how to do it."

"I won't either, you can fix it for us and bring it here."

Kevin sneered: "It's a beautiful idea."

When he walked to the self-service area, he didn't know how to make seasonings, so he just imitated the way of the guests next to him, and he put what others put.

The guests who were studied by Kevin also noticed Kevin's gaze, and said to Kevin generously: "Put more crushed peanuts, if you can't stand the taste of coriander, don't add it, beef sauce is delicious, you can put more .”

Although the other party had an accent in English, Kevin still understood, and he quickly squeezed out the only Chinese he knew: "Thank you."

Kevin had just finished adding beef sauce when he turned around and found his friends standing behind him, learning how to add ingredients with serious faces.

Kevin: "..."

These people seem to be ghosts, suddenly appearing behind them, and anyone who encounters them will be shocked.

They sat back in their seats and looked at each other.

"Let's eat the non-spicy one first." Kevin said.

The others immediately agreed, all staring at the clear soup pot.

They were about to put the beef in when they were stopped by Ian, who said, "The beef must be served in a red soup pot to taste!"

Several people were aggrieved: "We can't eat spicy food."

Ian rolled his eyes, he scalded a piece of beef and put it in Kevin's bowl: "Try it."

Kevin looked at the beef slices and found that it was not as red as he thought. The beef slices were still the color of beef after they were blanched, and even after being wrapped in a sesame oil dish, there was no trace of spicy oil.

This... seems to be acceptable?

Kevin plucked up the courage to pick up the beef with chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth.

At that moment he felt like a warrior.

Unlike other customers in the store, those customers either came here because they knew the restaurant was delicious and had high expectations, or they had eaten here before and knew the taste of the hot pot restaurant.

But Kevin has no expectations for hot pot.

It wasn't his first time to eat hot pot. He remembered that Ian took them to eat hot pot when he first arrived, saying that it was a special delicacy. He felt so spicy that his lips were swollen, and he had diarrhea again when he returned to the hotel. He woke up at five o'clock the next morning and continued to have diarrhea.

Moreover, he shared a room with another friend, and they were still fighting over the toilet in the morning.

He never wanted to experience that feeling again in his life.

But this piece of beef is not spicy, maybe it has a spicy taste, but it is completely covered by the fragrance.

It was very tender, and the teeth shattered with a little force. It was slightly numb and spicy, which made his mouth slightly irritated.

This stimulation is very light, but enough to make the scalp tingle.

Especially after the beef is swallowed down the throat, there is still that lingering fragrance in the mouth.

Kevin stared stupidly at the scary red bottom of the pot in front of him, almost thinking that he had just hallucinated.

And he can tell that this beef can't be cheap, it must be high-end!

This kind of taste is definitely not what ordinary beef can have!

"Boil me another slice." Kevin said to Ian unceremoniously.

Ian handed him the colander: "Boil yourself."

Nobody knows how to use chopsticks except Ian.

"Is it really delicious?"

"Isn't it spicy? Kevin doesn't seem to find it spicy."

Kevin's tone of voice was very similar to that of Ian just now. He raised his chin slightly and said, "If you don't like spicy food, don't eat it."

From today on, he is also a person who can eat spicy food!

Several friends rushed to grab the beef in the colander.

When Mingqian passed by again, he found that the fighting posture of these foreigners was particularly fierce. He was also taken aback, thinking that the foreigners even had such an exaggerated meal of hot pot.

"Let's have breakfast early in the afternoon." Ming Qian stood in front of the counter and asked You Jun, "Do you have anything you want to eat?"

Youjun didn't say "anything is fine" this time: "Anyway, the food in the world is almost the same", but said: "You cook it."

Ming Qian: "...It's not like you haven't eaten my cooking before."

Youjun turned his head arrogantly: "Otherwise I won't eat."

Ming Qian shrugged: "Okay, let's eat egg fried rice that night, I'll try to make it, but there is no overnight meal, I'll go to the kitchen to make some, let it cool down and put it in the refrigerator, maybe the taste will be similar."

There are still kimchi in the kitchen. It is not cooked today, and it may be ready to eat in two days.

He was looking forward to the kimchi soaked in the rock water.

Pickled cabbage is also the method that Mingqian searched on the Internet. He also went to the market to find the boss who sells seasonings and asked for some pickled pepper water. He felt that the taste of pickled cabbage could never be unpalatable.

"Isn't it too monotonous to just eat fried rice with eggs?" Ming Qian said, "I'll add fried rice with celery and beef, and scrambled eggs with tomatoes, green bamboo shoots and fungus, and seaweed soup. What do you think?"

You Jun looked indifferent: "Anything you want."

Ming Qian smiled and said, "You didn't say much today."

Speaking of this Youjun, he had something to say, he snorted lightly: "You are busy."

Ming Qian nodded: "It's quite busy. The business is doing well now. It will be ready at the end of the year. We won't open for Chinese New Year this year. Let's take a good rest. When the time comes, it will be me and you, and we can go on a trip."

You Jun frowned: "Chinese New Year?"

Ming Qian: "I usually have to do business. There are no rest days in the catering industry, let alone long holidays."

You Jun couldn't bear it anymore: "Do you know how many months it is?"

Ming Qian comforted him habitually: "Time flies, you understand this more deeply than I do."

After all, Youjun has lived for tens of thousands of years, thousands of years are just a flick of a finger, and time is the most meaningless thing for Youjun.

You Jun suppressed his dissatisfaction: "I have never heard that the boss needs to do everything by himself."

Don't think he doesn't know, the human race is best at oppressing the same race, and there are many "community animals" on the Internet who complain every day that the boss is not a good person.

Youjun is no longer the Youjun who just came down to earth, he is now a fashionista at the cutting edge of the times, with a mobile phone.

Ming Qian whispered: "I don't work and I have other things to do, so I can't sleep at home every day."

You Jun took a deep breath: "Isn't it a serious matter to accompany this deity?"

Oh, You Jun is lonely.

Ming Qian said with a smile: "We just came back from the hot spring hotel, maybe it will only be a few days, I will tell Yiyi and the others in a few days, I ask for a day off, let's find a place to play."

He also said leisurely: "I can't swim, why don't we go to the beach and you teach me how to swim."

Youjun: "...I have water avoidance skills, so I don't need to swim."

Mingqian: "..."

It is enough to just say no, and the original form of the fox should not be able to swim graceful butterfly or freestyle.

If it is the original form, then it must be—a dog planer?

Ming Qian wanted to laugh, but quickly held back, that scene was quite interesting when he thought of it, he wanted to see it!

Seeing that Ming Qian was silent, You Jun reminded, "Change to another place."

Ming Qian coughed: "Then go skiing."

Now You Jun agrees.

"Then I will continue to work." Ming Qian looked into Youjun's eyes.

Youjun looked away, and Mingqian walked towards the kitchen contentedly.

He found that You Jun had been avoiding eye contact with him for a while, although Ming Qian didn't know why, but it didn't prevent him from finding You Jun's reaction very interesting and cute.

Although it is strange to use the word cute to describe a grown man who is 1.9 meters tall, he couldn't find a more appropriate adjective.

"Oh my God!"

A shocking shout made the store suddenly silent, and everyone looked towards the source of the sound.

The red-haired foreigner quickly covered his mouth and sat down, and said softly, "This hot pot is so delicious! I have never eaten such food, and I want to show it to my mother."

He excitedly took out his phone and took ten consecutive shots.

"My mother is also worried that I will lose weight when I come to China."

He chatted non-stop, and immediately tweeted, not only accompanied by a photo of the half-eaten hot pot, but also a "beautiful photo" of himself.

Soon someone will like and reply below.

"What is this? It looks so red."

"It seems to be Chinese food, is it hot pot?"

"I have, but I can't eat spicy food."

"Is China fun? I want to go too, but I don't have time right now. If you know where there is fun, can you recommend it to me?"

"I really want to travel by car in China. Will it be difficult if I don't speak Chinese? Are there many English-speaking people there?"

"I heard that China is very safe, is it true?"

At this time, the red hair seems to be a China hand. Except for the comments of male friends, he does not reply, as long as it is a female, he replies, and he also said that he is very familiar with China. Be her guide.

Others also brushed up on Redhead's Twitter, scolded Redhead for being shameless in their hearts, and then followed suit.

Still only reply to girls' comments.

male friend?

No!They have no male friends!

"Another order of pumpkin pie."

"No, two copies!"

"I also want a piece of millet crispy rice, and shredded apples. What is that? Order one too. I want to try it."

As soon as they ordered, they found that the last candied apple was sold out.

Several people breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, we ordered quickly."

"Why are there only so many? Doesn't the boss know that these things taste good? Don't you want to make money?"

……

Ming Qian felt tired of earning money now, so he handed the last candied apple to Chen Yan, sat on the pony saddle, picked up the teacup and drank a big mouthful of tea, he exhaled a long breath, and said to Yiyi and the others: "You also Let's take a break and continue in the afternoon, the current dishes are enough."

Yiyi had no objection, she also walked to the side and picked up her own teacup.

The drink in the store now is the tea brought by Chen Yan, refreshing and delicious, Ming Qian often brews two cups a day.

It's just that he didn't have the Vajra Bodhi that Chen Yan gave him yet, and it's still the same, lacking luster and greasy feeling.

Wan Wan and Chu Chu continued to work.

Ming Qian thought they didn't hear, and shouted again: "You guys also rest, drink some water, there are millet crisps over there, so you can eat some."

Both Wan Wan and Chu Chu shook their heads at Ming Qian.

Ming Qian looked at Yiyi puzzled.

Yiyi took out her mobile phone and typed for him: "They just came here, so please behave well, don't worry."

Ming Qian nodded, indicating that he understood.

It was the same when he first started working. When he first arrived at a new company, he wanted to perform well and establish a good relationship with the old employees. Not to mention how much the relationship was, at least not to offend people to the point of giving him little shoes.

As a result, after the relationship was established, the old employee told him that he was very stupid when he first came.

He is the first one to come every day and the last one to leave, but the boss does not see his dedication, nor does he feel that he is capable and able to endure hardships.

Newcomers will be so stupid.

The old employees will leave as long as they have done the task at hand. Even if the boss repeatedly praises the only colleague in the company who works overtime during the meeting, the others remain as still as a mountain.

Because the boss's praise is a compliment, but he never gives employees a salary increase.

Ming Qian: "At the end of this month, let's look at the profit. If it's not bad, I'll give you a salary increase. The increase must not be much, just two hundred."

Yao cheered: "Boss, you are so kind! I have a netizen who is also a prickly worker, and his monthly salary is only two thousand three thousand!"

Yao's salary is close to [-] a month now.

Ming Qian waved his hand: "What is this? I won't forget you when I get rich, and I will buy a Ferrari by myself."

Yao: "Boss, when will you get rich?"

Ming Qian: "When I go to buy a lottery ticket, let Chen Yan blow my lottery ticket."

Chen Yan nodded cheerfully: "Okay."

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After eating and drinking enough, Kevin and his party left the hot pot restaurant with their stomachs full.

They ate the meal for nearly two hours, and several middle-aged men not only refilled the dishes three times, but also ate all the dishes and snacks they ordered.

Even after leaving the hot pot restaurant, they still talked about the hot pot meal endlessly.

"I think life still has to keep trying. If I hadn't mustered up the courage to try, I would never have known that hot pot can be so delicious."

"Me too. I plan to bring my girlfriend over when I go back. She will definitely like it. She has always liked spicy food."

"When I was in college, I shared a room with a Chinese. At that time, I hated that he used too much oil in his cooking. I didn't agree to his invitation to dine with me. I regret it now. Maybe he is a chef."

Ian sneered and said, "What courage? It's all thanks to me!"

Thanks to his friend's opinion, he chose this store.

Several friends ignored Ian's words with a consensus, and they were still discussing their own topics.

"I'm going to post to get more people like me to try this hot pot restaurant."

"If you travel to China, you must come to this hot pot restaurant."

"I declare that hot pot is my favorite food now, including but not limited to pumpkin pancakes, millet rice crust, shredded apples."

……

In the store, many customers who had finished eating the hot pot only remembered that there was a candied apple on the table at this moment—it was really ugly, not as attractive as the pumpkin pie.

Zheng Wan picked up a piece of apple and thought she could still eat some, so she put the apple in her mouth.

The syrup wrapped around the apple was completely cold. She took a small bite, and it took a little effort to break the sugar shell. A little sugar residue fell on the table, but before she could reach out to catch it, she was caught by the The taste captures the whole body and mind.

No one can resist the taste, where the sugar crust and apple melt together in the mouth.

The bite has both the crispness of the sugar shell and the aroma of apples.

Obviously this snack only has two ingredients, even without seasoning, but the taste is not monotonous, it can even be called very layered, and the size of the apple pieces is just right, you can eat the sugar shell in every bite, and every bite of sugar The portions of the shells were just right.

Zheng Wan excitedly patted the back of her husband Qian Yang's hand.

The back of Qian Yang's hand was red. He hissed and complained in a low voice, "You should be weaker."

Zheng Wan took a piece of candied apple to Qian Yang, and brought it to Qian Yang's mouth: "Try it quickly, this is super delicious! Super super delicious!"

Qian Yang turned his head: "I'm a big man, what candy do I eat..."

Before he could speak, Zheng Wan directly stuffed the apple into his mouth while he opened his mouth.

Now I can't say anything that doesn't come out.

Qian Yangzai finished eating the shredded apple carefully, then stretched out his chopsticks with a calm face, pretending that he was not the one who said "big man".

Zheng Wan suddenly lifted the plate and said triumphantly, "Big men don't eat candy, don't eat it."

Qian Yang: "..."

Zheng Wan took one bite, and when only the last two were left, Qian Yang finally said: "Little man, I am a little man, wife, give me a stutter."

Zheng Wan just smiled proudly.

You Jun, who is not far away, looks like a torch!

He has learned again!