Looking at the thin and tender mutton cut into slices, the red and bright and regular lying on the clean blue and white porcelain plate.

Ning Weimin stared at it viciously, holding it, as if he hadn't seen or eaten mutton shabu for a century.

All he knows now is how to run the chopsticks in his hand back and forth between the meat plate and the hot pot thousands of times.

Then gobble up the chewing, swallowing, and another cycle.

I didn't even bother to take a sip of the cup full of wine.

Despite the fog in the restaurant, it is airtight.

What smells of smoke, wine, meat, sweat, fire, steam...... It's all mixed together.

It is mixed with a very unpleasantly sweet taste.

Although the surroundings are extremely noisy.

Children cry, adults make trouble, drink and fight, and it is like a vegetable market.

People can only eat at the same table when they stay here, and they can't talk and chat with acquaintances without shouting at the top of their voices.

But the mutton shabu in this restaurant still completely conquered Ning Weimin.

In the steam and fire, the beauty felt by his taste buds and stomach made all the defects of the surrounding environment nothing.

Yes, don't look at his snake-like virtue as a bit unproductive, but it's no wonder that he is.

First of all, his stomach is too vegetarian and lacks meat.

It's true that his fortune has been prosperous recently, but the problem is that he doesn't dare to do whatever he wants with the money he earns.

The old man didn't let him go first.

is afraid that he will be jealous in the eyes of others around him, and he will be born in vain, and he is also afraid that he will not be able to hold his hand if he is smooth.

And he himself was equally reluctant.

Because as long as there are monkey stamps to sell in the post office, the money he earns will have to be used for this.

So every time he spends money, he can't help but compare the value according to the "exchange rate" in his heart.

A single eight cents is equal to 12,000, a quadripartite three cents and two is equal to 55,000, and a full page of six pieces and four is equal to 1.5 million to 1,800,000......

How does this TM cost money?

In his feelings, he would have to eat 20,000 meals early, of course, the pain was tight, and he was too guilty.

So since the meal of roast duck for more than ten yuan, Ning Weimin really hasn't been to a restaurant with the old man again.

Their daily eating and drinking have improved.

But the degree is that the rough grain is changed to fine grain, and it has just caught up with the level of the neighbors.

This time, if it weren't for the double happiness of Mr. Kang, the two reached a consensus and felt that they should come to celebrate.

They wouldn't be so extravagant.

Secondly, this "national restaurant" currently settled in the Dong'an market is not an ordinary restaurant.

The name is the name of the "movement" in those years.

And its real name is the famous "Come with the Wind".

Although Ning Weimin had eaten mutton shabu in Wangfujing many times in his previous life, he had never had a good impression.

Even he thinks that this kind of century-old store with the name of the old capital is purely a deliberately antique appearance of tourist attractions.

The service is terrible, the food is unconventional, and there is nothing commendable except for the high price.

But because of this, he ate differently.

First of all, this meat is not the same as the meat of the previous life.

The meat in front of me is really good, it is all the essence of the little tail sheep that nature has bred.

To put it bluntly, this sheep does not eat feed, it grows up eating grass, and it is absolutely natural and green.

"Upper Brain", "Big Three Forks", "Small Three Forks", "Grinding Crotch", "Cucumber Strips", cut by hand so that you can see the shading of the blue and white plate through the meat slices.

There is no such thing as using machine-cut frozen meat and synthetic meat to fool people.

Secondly, the hot pot is really made of copper.

Not only is it hung in the tin, but it is also used to use silver charcoal to prosper the fire.

It's not a brass stove, an alcohol stove, or an electric stove to make do.

This traditional way of shabu mutton is fierce, and when it heats up quickly, it will naturally be fragrant.

Really put down the chopsticks, and the meat slices are cooked as soon as they are boiled in the pot.

It is not boiled to be tender and fragrant.

Besides, there is nowhere to find this year's dashi.

The pot of mutton shabu is filled with green onions, sea rice and real Mongolian mushrooms.

Maybe no one will believe it, but the taste is not only fresh.

Unexpectedly, the soup in the pot is getting clearer and clearer, and there is no blood foam, and you can drink it directly in your mouth.

That's what complements each other.

The sweet garlic is also homemade, and it takes three months to serve customers.

Although it is pickled in real sugar, it does not turn yellow in appearance.

White, tender and bright, crisp and sweet, in addition to greasy, raw and appetizing.

In short, the "national restaurant" still has the legacy of the old times.

"Fine selection of materials, fine processing, fresh soup, and strong firepower" have not all been thrown away.

Finally, Kangshude is a real eater, and he will mix special ingredients by himself, including sesame paste, Shaoxing rice wine, soy tofu, leek flowers, chili oil, shrimp oil, and Donglaishun's special "paved soy sauce", which is called "Qibao".

An ordinary piece of mutton with chopsticks, as long as you sweep a little bit of the old man's condiments, it turns out to be another wonderful taste that contains infinite happiness.

It is "spicy, spicy, marinated, bad, and umami", and it magically achieves a balance of five tastes.

Think about it, these conditions are added to a pile, so can the taste of this mutton shabu not be sublimated?

It's really more beautiful than any hot pot Ning Weimin has ever eaten.

To put it bluntly, in Ning Weimin's heart.

What are the "Four Seasons", "Lao Wu", "Kiln Terrace", "Fumanlou", "Nengrenju", "Jubaoyuan", "Xiabu Xiabu", "Haidilao"...... Let's just stay on the side, I can't compare to the meal he eats.

He just wants to stop talking, he can't control himself.

Just like the last meal of authentic "Judequan" roast duck for apprenticeship and tonics.

This is the second time he has lamented from the bottom of his heart: the time-honored brand is worthy of its name.

It's a pity that the original flavor is good, and I can't keep it at all, and it will become a routine to make money for brands in the future......

"Defending the ......"

Kang Shude didn't know what kind of emotion Ning Weimin felt in his heart, he only felt Coke when he looked at his apprentice.

"This mutton shabu is delicious, isn't it? Not anywhere else. ”

"No marinated shrimp oil, no fish sauce, and mutton shabu? I also tell you, if you don't have to eat mutton shabu once in this life, you can't be regarded as a person from Beijing." ”

"Hahaha. Once you've eaten it, you have to remember it. Adjust it yourself next time, otherwise you won't be a master, you'll be a foodie. ”

The old man smiled and handed over the plate where the meat was placed, and he was happier than eating it himself.

"However, when you are young, you have to eat more, and the older you are, the stronger your stomach will be, which is a blessing. Come, I'll give you this plate too, and pour it all in......"

But now Ning Weimin is really a little embarrassed.

He didn't know whether to take it or not.

Because he realized that almost all four plates of meat were served into his stomach at the beginning of the fight.

Since eating this meal, the old man really didn't seem to have a few chopsticks of meat.

Purify the cabbage, frozen tofu and vermicelli.

The old man doesn't like meat?

That's a big joke!

And just like that, with a warmth that I had never felt before.

Ning Weimin, who has been grabbing food with others like a wild dog since he was a child, deeply feels the beautiful taste of caring for the elderly.

Or to say that man is man, the spirit of all things.

Although he had never experienced such a situation, he licked his lips and still understood what to do.

He thanked him and took the plate, and in one fell swoop put all the mutton in the pot on Master's side.

And then did an amazing thing.

He stood up, grabbed his stool, and "pedaled" into the restaurant.

At this time, there was only one word in his mind - eat!

How much love is and how much is it, it's out of the way!

Even if you eat 100 million today, you can't lose it to Master......

It was only because of this that his recklessness of gritting his teeth and staring straight eyebrows also startled the people at the table.

Especially Old Man Kang, he asked in surprise.

"Why are you going? Wei Min! Wei Min...... Who are you rushing at?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as Ning Weimin turned around, his answer made people laugh and cry.

"I ...... I'll add a few more plates of meat. You haven't eaten yet. You sit down steadily......"

"Hi...... That...... Then why are you holding a stool? It looks like you're going to fight......"

"Aren't I afraid that I won't be able to find it when I come back later......"

Well, this sentence, the whole big table of diners are happy.

At this time, a middle-aged worker sitting next to Kangshude asked.

"Old man, is this your son or grandson? Looking at Leng, he is quite sensible. Filial. ”

"No, it's not, you're gone, this is my apprentice. ”

"Apprentice, that's even more difficult, a few young people nowadays still take the master seriously. As for the boys in our factory, they all don't obey. It's okay if you don't treat you as an enemy behind your back and scold your ancestors for eight generations. You're still blessed. Which ...... of your factory"

Good guys, the more you talk about it, the more full it is, where and where.

But the old man is still a green-skinned radish - beautiful in his heart.

(Note: Mushroom is a wild mushroom of the genus Umbrella that grows in the Mongolian steppe, which only grows in places with sheep bones or sheep dung, and has an unusually delicious taste.) Because the Mongolian mushroom native products used to be exported to the mainland through ZJK City, HEB Province, Zhangjiakou is the distribution center of Mongolian goods, so it is called "mouth mushroom". This mushroom is not produced in large quantities and is in high demand, so it is expensive and has always been the most expensive mushroom in the domestic market. Nowadays, the true "mouth mushroom" is extinct, and the term refers only to one species of white mushroom. It's not the same thing as the past anymore. ）