The lonely foodie

The Industry and Commerce Bureau is on a half-slope, and it is already early autumn, and there is still fine sweat on the forehead after climbing up.If it weren't for the two steamed buns in the morning, I would probably have heart palpitations and shortness of breath.

Before 9 o'clock, the office hall was already crowded with a lot of people. Ivan took the number and saw that there were 39 people in line in front of him. He immediately understood why Qu Mobai wanted to let him be the boss.

If possible, the legendary hands-off shopkeeper... he is dead.

I didn't arrive at Ivan until almost noon, and the two steamed buns have been digested long ago, and now I'm only so hungry that my small/chest/chest is sticking to my small back.

What made it even more frustrating was that the materials Ivan brought were not complete, and there was still a lease contract for the shop. The girl who worked on the errands was probably hungry, so she said, "You can come back this afternoon with the pork contract."

"?" Ivan was confused.

The girl was also stunned for a while, "No, I mean you come back with pork dumplings in the afternoon."

"Sister." Ivan sighed, "Let's just apply for a /certificate, and you can bribe/bribe with pork dumplings? The key point is that I don't know how to do it."

The girl lay down on the table and laughed for a long time. After making a draft in her heart, she said word by word, "You come back in the afternoon with the rental contract."

Ivan took the materials handed out from the window, "Hurry up and eat pork dumplings, I think I look like pork if you stay for a while."

The girl smiled brighter, "Go slowly, I'll do it for you when all the materials are ready in the afternoon."

Rushing down the slope, Ivan trotted all the way to the bus stop across the road, and habitually glanced at the traffic lights. There was a large circle of people in front of a hot pot restaurant on the roadside. The bus came without seeing what happened.

He glanced over there again, and didn't get on the bus until the bus master urged him twice.

"I'll go." Ivan covered his little heart as soon as he walked to the door of Heping Hot Pot Restaurant, "What's the smell? So fragrant?"

Two steps and one step into the back kitchen, such a fragrant smell came from the rice cooker.

Mo Bai is cutting millet peppers, his hands are white and long, the peppers are bright and ruddy, and the picture is quite beautiful.After a few clicks, finely chopped chili peppers flowed out from under the silvery knife.

If it weren't for the fact that he was so hungry that he didn't have the energy, Ivan would have made him a great pepper-cutting general.

Put the minced peppers, minced ginger and minced garlic into a small bowl together, then add light soy sauce, sugar, and vinegar and mix thoroughly.

There were two beeps from the rice cooker, and Mo Bai glanced at Ivan, "Go and open the pot."

Ivan got the order, and ran to the pot, and when the lid was lifted, the rich meaty fragrance hit his face.

"I'll go." Ivan sighed again, grabbed his right hand with his left hand and pulled it back vigorously, and said to his right hand, "No, no, no, you can't be rude, you have to wait for everyone to eat together."

He also dubbed the right hand by himself (please automatically fill in the translation accent), "Oh, I want to taste this unearthly delicacy so much, I'm going crazy, oh, dear chicken, I'm already crazy for you."

Mo Bai was amused by him, took a disposable glove from the drawer, put it on, and lifted the whole chicken out of the pot.

Random question, "You always say "I'll go", what do you mean?"

Ivan: "...I mean boasting."

There are two large porcelain plates next to the chopping board. The chicken has been stewed so soft that the wings and chicken legs fall off when pulled lightly. They are divided into two and placed on the two plates. The chicken frame is cut into 8 pieces of even size. , each with a belt bone.

Ivan's right hand was really crazy, he scooped up a piece without Ivan's permission, and was scalded immediately.

Looking at Mo Bai's movements again, the clouds are calm and the wind is light, and the clouds are flowing. If it weren't for the fact that the gloves were bought by himself, or the cheapest ones in the supermarket, Ivan would have wondered if the gloves had any special functions, such as anti-scalding Explosion-proof and small children and the like.

"Isn't it hot?" Ivan licked the soup on his fingers and asked while pinching his earlobe.

"Cooks become less sensitive to temperature after cooking for a long time." Mo Bai said, "Just like doctors get used to blood, butchers get used to pigs in water."

"Are you a chef? I haven't heard you say it before." Ivan stared at the chicken being dismembered and swallowed.

"Go wash your hands." Mo Bai said.

Ivan walked to the sink, turned on the faucet, stretched out his hands and flushed casually.

"Soap washing." Mo Bai continued without raising his head.

Ivan turned on the faucet again, picked up a piece of soap next to him, rubbed it into foam, rinsed it off, found a towel to dry it, and washed it carefully.

Then Mo Bai picked up a chicken leg and handed it to him, and said with a smile, "Eat it, it won't be hot anymore."

The chicken is steamed, the skin is burnt and the mouth is sticky and soft because there is no water.

After taking a bite of the meat, the rich soup overflowed his mouth, and Ivan quickly took a bite, so delicious that he almost bit off his tongue.

Mo Bai pointed to the bowl of sauce that he had just made, "If you feel tired, just dip it in the sauce and eat it."

With a large piece of meat wrapped in his mouth, Ivan answered vaguely, "It's not greasy, it's not greasy, it's delicious."

After finishing speaking, he still tore a piece of meat and dipped it in the sauce.

The sauce is hot and sour with a little sweetness, blended with the soft and fragrant chicken, it is another taste, the taste is richer, and it is more enjoyable to eat.

After eating a chicken leg, Ivan couldn't get enough of it.

"Go wash your hands." Mo Bai said again.

"Hey..." Ivan protested, "Did you get fired when you were a chef because you always told people to wash their hands?"

After Mo Bai finished unloading the chicken, he took off his gloves and wiped his hands with a piece of white gauze.

Chin clicked on the half chicken on the porcelain plate, "Wash your hands and send this half to Liu Ji Xiaochao."

Ivan was pointing his finger at the bar, heard this, washed his hands obediently, and went out with the chicken.

The fat lady was leaning on the door frame to do vibrato, when she saw Ivan walking over, she gave him a sideways glance, so hard that her big black eyes almost fell out of their sockets.

"What kind of smell? So fragrant?" Lao Qi, the owner of Qixing Malatang, was squatting by the door to smoke. The fat sister didn't let him smoke in the store, but he didn't mind. squat.

The fat lady lifted the three folds of her chin towards Ivan, "I don't know what it's holding."

Lao Qi sniffed and exhaled the smoke ring, "Hey, he and the one who used to work in your house, the one I braided, opened the hot pot restaurant, which is in Lao Qin's original shop."

"I know." Fat sister saw a funny video, followed by laughing for a long time before continuing, "How big a wave can that shabby shop make?"

"Who says it's not." Lao Qi nodded, "At that time, Lao Qin also sold it cheaper than others, so there were so few poor students willing to go."

Mentioning this fat lady makes me angry, they are all for breakfast, Lao Qin relied on the fact that the shop is his own, so a bun is 5 cents cheaper than outside, which seriously disrupted the breakfast market in Shida Food Street, resulting in fat My sister's business has been tepid.

Thinking of this, Fat Sister became angry, "Could they also fight a price war?"

Old Seven's legs were numb from squatting, and he stood up against the wall.

"I'm not worried about this. No one can beat me in a price war unless he doesn't sell hot pot."

Fat sister knew all the things that Lao Qi did, and on the side of this busy street, the two of them tacitly did not continue talking.

The industry and commerce matters have finally been dealt with, and I will call to notify when the certificate is issued, and just come to pick it up again.

"If you don't want to pick it up, leave an address, and I can mail it to you, and pay an extra 20 yuan for postage." Miss Pork Dumpling said.

"It doesn't bother me to come here." Ivan thanked the young lady and left the hall happily.

Thinking about the hot pot restaurant on the side of the road, when Ivan passed by the traffic light, he couldn't help but walk up.

This hotpot restaurant is the 5th branch of Yijia Hotpot, which opened in the year Ivan was born, and has a history of almost 20 years.

It's not lunch time, but there are a lot of people outside abnormally, pushing each other like they are grabbing something.

Ivan squeezed into the crowd and saw a row of pots and pans at the entrance of the hotpot restaurant.The position of the signboard was blocked by a banner, which read - shop transfer, all items cleared.

Before Ivan came, he remembered lamenting the misfortune of the family, when he saw a familiar figure walking out of the door.

Mobai is tall, especially conspicuous in a crowd of aunts. He is holding five copper pots strung together with hemp rope in his hand, carefully avoiding the crowd and going out.

"Qu Mobai." Ivan shouted.

Mo Bai heard the sound and looked over. Seeing that it was Ivan, he laughed happily, and swam out along the crowd with a pile of tinkling pots.

Mo Bai doesn't like modern hot pot tables, the old brass hot pot that Yi's family has always used goes well with the old elm tables in the shop.

"How do you know there are copper pots for sale here?" Ivan asked.

"I checked it on the computer."

Ivan gave him a thumbs up. Mo Bai has learned a lot by guarding that Mr. Sloth's computer every day. Only Qu Mobai can bear that broken computer.

The copper pot was very heavy, and Ivan took a length of hemp rope from him, and the two carried it on one side.

"It just so happens that the telecommunications company is right across the street. They will buy you a mobile phone and apply for a card," Ivan said.

A BMW X5 parked on the side of the road honked its horn twice. Ivan searched for the sound, and his eyes fell on the familiar license plate with the ending number 555. His smile gradually faded away.

The window of the co-pilot was lowered, and a face that looked exactly like Ivan poked out of the window. In his early 30s, his hair is all combed back, exposing his smooth forehead.

Ivan's elder brother, Yifei, also has a pair of sharp knife eyes, but unlike the clarity of Ivan's eyes, Yifei's eyes have a lot more things in them. With just one glance, Mobai can read jokes, contempt, unwillingness, And... resentment.

"Xiao Fan?" Yifei smiled, his eyes fell on the string of copper pots, and the sarcasm on his face deepened, "What? Did you pick up some rags?"

"The one you picked up wasn't yours." Ivan's expression had been bad ever since he saw Yifei's car, and now it was so gloomy that it looked like it was about to rain hail, and he said angrily, "This is my dad's thing."

"Your father?" Yi Fei put her arms on the window rafters, as if she heard a very funny joke, the smile came out of her chest, and she pretended to say earnestly, "You are still so ignorant, Xiao Fan, Dad Are you going to be mad at you, and you still want to take advantage of him? Just say something about these broken pots, and I'll send you off, so that such trivial matters won't be brought to the old man's place. "

Ivan was about to explode with anger, but his brain was blank, and he couldn't release all his eloquent and invisible skills. The more he was like this, the more uncomfortable he was holding his breath.

Maybe it was Ivan's guilty conscience, and Yifei did tell some of the truth. His father's jumping into the river really had something to do with him.

The glass of the rear window rolled down, protruding a round head with a lid on it.

"Uncle, when are you going home?" The owner of the pot head was a three or four-year-old boy, who was staring at Ivan with his head tilted.

"Doudou." When Ivan saw the little boy, he was a little surprised at first, then pleasantly surprised, and finally turned into a touch of guilt hidden in his eyes.

Yi Fei turned around and scolded the child, and closed the window.

Yi Fei didn't enjoy being ridiculed, but she didn't want to make it too ugly in front of the children, anyway, there will be opportunities in the future.

Don't worry, Yifei said in his heart, what Ivan owes, he will pay back ten times and a hundred times.