The Days of Opening a Restaurant on an Abnormal Earth

Jiang Hua was just about to reject Zhang Tong's invitation. After all, it's already ten o'clock. Isn't it malicious for a man to invite a beautiful woman to drink and eat supper at such a late hour? !

Lonely men and widows go out to drink together so late, as long as I agree, but if anything happens, the other party will definitely misunderstand. Agreeing to this kind of date will definitely give the other party an illusion.

But as soon as I finished speaking here, my mother Wang Qian stood beside me, and she said, "Hua Hua, is there any good place for supper near here?"

"Ah?" Jiang Hua hadn't hung up the phone yet, she turned her head to look at her mother and said, "It's so late, what kind of supper are you eating, Mom?"

Wang Qian gave Jiang Hua a blank look: "Nonsense, it's because we're late that we have supper. If we eat it earlier, it's not called supper, it's called dinner."

"You went out today, and I watched the news. There was a battle between supernatural beings and so on. You even appeared on the TV camera. I couldn't eat all day, and I wondered if something happened to you." Wang Xila Following Jiang Hua's sign language, he spoke earnestly.

"If you don't come back, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight. I haven't eaten anything at night. I'm hungry now. Can I ask you to accompany me for supper? Are you still my daughter?"

Wang Qi's rhetoric immediately made Jiang Hua surrender. She waved her hand and said, "Okay, okay. Eat supper, eat supper. What do you want to eat?"

"Spicy hot pot." Wang Qi said her choice.

Jiang Hua frowned: "Mom, are you kidding me? Going to eat spicy hot pot so late? If I eat such spicy food, I'm afraid I'll get edema tomorrow!"

"Eat the spicy hot pot, that's why I want edema. The food market near here knows it well, and the stalls selling peppercorns and peppers are all bad, and the things they sell are not good. I made mapo tofu and it didn't smell good when it came out." Wang Qian even doubled The Qing dialect has come out.

"I just love this bite. Your father chased me all those years ago? Didn't he know how to make spicy skewers, and tricked me to go to his house to eat spicy skewers every day. Then you came, don't forget your roots. Spicy skewers, you are the one who comes from spicy food."

Well, this is a true true story. But why does it sound so embarrassing? Jiang Hua reached out to stop his mother Wang Qian's plan to continue talking.

"Okay, okay. I know." Jiang Hua also said Shuangqing words: "But it's so late, where are there still people selling spicy hot pot?"

"Maocai can also be stuffed." Wang Qian chose the next best thing.

On the other end of the phone, Zhang Tong vaguely heard the conversation between the mother and daughter. When Wang Qi mentioned maocai, Zhang Tong immediately said to the phone: "There are maocai, you can have maocai!"

Spicy hot pot is something I really can't make for a while. There are two schools of spicy hot pot in Sichuan and Chongqing, one is clear oil (oil extraction) and the other is butter. But whether it is clear oil or butter, frying the bottom of the pot is not a simple matter.

I didn't prepare myself, and the materials were not complete. But the bottom material of fried maocai is relatively simple. You can do it with the materials you have. Although it may not be particularly good, it is estimated that it will not be very bad.

By the way, isn't Jiang Hua's house selling skewers? By the way, you can also talk about the production of Chuan Chuan.

But Zhang Tong's voice was quite loud, and Jiang Hua's phone hadn't been turned off yet. So it was directly passed to Jiang Hua and Wang Qian's side.

At first, Wang Qian saw Jiang Hua whispering something on the phone, but she didn't know who she was talking to, and thought she was talking about work.

As a result, Zhang Tong's voice came over, because the voice of the phone was somewhat distorted, and the voice was not particularly loud. So Wang Qi didn't hear whose voice it was at first.

But she heard it was a male voice. Well, my daughter was on the phone with a boy at ten o'clock in the middle of the night, and she quietly hid in the kitchen to talk. There is Jian... Cough, there is something hidden!

Wang Qian looked at Jiang Hua with a smile and asked, "Who is this?"

Seeing Wang Qian's smirk, Jiang Hua suddenly shuddered. She still remembers that when she was a child, every time her mother wanted to trick her, she would show such an expression.

Jiang Hua immediately said to Zhang Tong on the other end of the phone: "Then prepare a large portion of maocai." After she finished speaking, she turned off the phone.

Then Jiang Hua said to Wang Qian nonchalantly: "It's nothing, just a cook. I guess you must be hungry at night. So I contacted a cook to help you prepare supper."

"that's all?"

"that's all!"

Blue flames danced and cheered at the bottom of the pot. They wantonly radiate their own light and heat. The heat is being released, and the black iron pan is burning hot.

The cool rapeseed oil is poured in, and 50% of the spices are heated. Because he didn't prepare well before, Zhang Tong could only use what he had.

Including tangerine peel, star anise, cardamom, clove, cinnamon, Amomum and more than a dozen spices. Of course, the most common onions, ginger, garlic and peppercorns are indispensable. There is one more important thing here, which is one of the souls of Sichuan cuisine: bean paste.

Stir-frying is a very complicated task. It should have been frying for a long time, and even the fried spices and oil should be soaked for more than ten hours to make the aroma more concentrated.

But now the "customer" is waiting outside, so it is impossible for Zhang Tong to settle down after frying the ingredients.

When the oil is fried and the rich aroma is wafting out, it is good for Zhang Tong to prepare the dishes that need to be cooked.

Including Chinese cabbage, bean sprouts, yuba, bean curd, and enoki mushroom. There are also fat beef slices sold in supermarkets before.

Cut the tenderloin into thin strips. Coat it with flour and egg liquid and fry it into crispy meat.

After preparing all these materials, put them into the pot together.

In the hall of the shop, Wang Qian sat next to Jiang Hua and winked.

She took Jiang Hua's hand and whispered: "You still say you haven't fallen in love with Zhang Tong? Just lie to me!"

"No!" Jiang Hua argued, at least not now. This guy is old-fashioned, and there is an inexplicable sense of estrangement. Being with Lao Zhang inexplicably feels that he has an illusion like his own father.

Falling in love with dad? Thinking about it, Jiang Hua felt a little chilly.

Jiang Hua was trying to defend himself, but Wang Qian kept smiling and remained silent. Zhang Tong prepared quite a lot for the supper.

There are cold dishes, peanuts, and a pot of peanuts that are being cooked. The scent had already come, and Wang Qi nodded when she smelled it: "Well, it's kind of tricky." Wang Qian is a big fan of hot pot dishes.

The maocai came out of the pot, and Zhang Tong brought a big bowl full of maocai to the table with both hands.

The red oil soup is filled with yellow, white and green food. These are also sprinkled with a layer of cooked sesame seeds and garnished with shallots. Impeccable in presentation.

"Please try it." Zhang Tong said with a smile.

Wang Qian took a sip from Zhang Tong's expectant eyes, and Wang Qian's expression changed after she finished eating.