"Dude, can you stay away from me?" Yang Meng looked at Zhang Qingru with disgust.

He now regrets taking Zhang Qingru to play on the dance machine.

It stands to reason that Zhang Qingru is very good at skills, and he is good at speed, so things like dancing machines should be used quickly.

As a result, he ignored a problem: Zhang Qingru was a music idiot. You can't do it to the music.

Now he has become the highlight of the entire game room: there are more people watching him than Yang Meng yesterday!

Yang Meng was still there at first, watching the excitement in the crowd, but he didn't expect Zhang Qingru to find Yang Meng after every jump and ask him if he had made progress.

Well, everyone knows that these two are in a gang. So Yang Meng also entered the list of onlookers. In the end, there was no way, and the two could only flee the game hall in the wilderness.

Zhang Qingru grinned: "Hehe, don't think I don't know what you think? Don't you just want to see me embarrassed? If you want to be embarrassed, let's lose it together!"

Yang Meng was stunned when he heard this: "Dude, there is progress! You also know that you dragged me into the water!"

Zhang Qingru nodded and said: "With you like this, even a pig knows what you think------ it's a person like you who has a bad stomach." ”

Yang Meng stretched: "It's boring, even you can't be tricked! Okay, you go back! I won't play with you!"

Zhang Qingru was stunned: "Why are you going?"

Yang Meng said: "Of course I'm going to eat! Why don't you eat when you're hungry? Forget it, I see that you just went out for a long time, let's go, take you to eat good things!"

"What to eat?" Zhang Qingru asked, "Do you know what is delicious here?"

"Of course!" Yang Meng looked proud: "Let's go, take you to taste it!"

Where did he go? Naturally, it was the stall from yesterday. The boss was taken aback when he saw Yang Meng coming again: "Sir, are you here again?"

He asked Yang Meng: "What's the matter, aren't you welcome?"

The boss shook his head: "You beat so many people yesterday, I thought you would never be able to come again." But it's too dangerous for you to come here now, aren't they? Today's young people don't do things with their brains. ”

Yang Meng smiled and pointed at Zhang Qingru and said, "Don't you see that I have found a helper? ”

Zhang Qingru smiled bitterly: "Yang Meng, it seems that I will be used as a gun by you again." ”

Yang Meng said: "Then you can go back." ”

"No, I haven't eaten yet! what's delicious here?" asked Zhang Qingru.

Yang Meng said directly to the stall owner: "Two pork chop rice, one wine steamed clams, and one pot of warm 'Taiping wine'." ”

"Okay!" the boss couldn't be happier. Yesterday, Yang Meng's own wine caught up with his sales volume for half a month. There are many people who drink beer at roadside stalls like this, but there are not many people who drink sake. Can he not welcome a customer like Yang Meng?

Especially since he also brought someone with him today, isn't it more profitable?

The only problem is that there is a possibility that someone will come to them for trouble. Whatever, they are not afraid of what they are afraid of?

The boss served pork chop rice to the two of them first.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Qingru glanced at the pork chop rice and said, "Huh, boss, you are from Nagoya, right?"

"Huh?" the boss was stunned, "How do you know?"

Yang Meng was also stunned, looking at Zhang Qingru with a puzzled expression.

Zhang Qingru explains, "Tonkatsu rice is usually eaten with seasoning sauce in Toei, but in Nagoya, tonkatsu rice is seasoned with large sauce, what is it called? ”

"How do you know this?" asked Yang Meng puzzled.

Zhang Qingru said with a smile: "I've been to Toei many times, and I lived in Nagoya for a long time last time. I'm 。。。。。。 Senior brother is a foodie. She told me that as long as I could eat it, I just had to eat it. ”

Hearing this, Yang Meng didn't ask much, Zhang Qingru must have come here to carry out a mission. But what's the pause when it comes to your senior brother?

After the two of them ate the pork chop rice, the sake-steamed clams and warm sake were also prepared.

"Try the wine and steamed clams here!, it tastes great!" Yang Mengle said.

Zhang Qingru tasted one, but said, "It's okay." ”

"Okay?" Yang Meng's eyes widened when she heard this.

Zhang Qingru said: "Well, it's okay. The owner is a good cook, and the clams are fresh, but the sake is not very good, and if you use the sake brewed by Naohiko Nonguchi to make this dish, it will taste even better. ”

Yang Meng used a translator to translate this to the boss and asked, "Boss, is he right?"

As a result, the boss was dumbfounded: "What did you say? You used the sake brewed by Master Naohiko Nonguchi to make steamed clams?"

Yang Meng asked, "What does Nongkou Naohiko do?"

The boss's eyes widened: "That's our Dongying's 'Bacchus'!" ”

"Mountain waste?" Yang Meng was even more confused.

The owner explains, "It's a traditional way to make sake. The koji production process does not contain lactic acid bacteria, and only relies on wild lactic acid bacteria in the air to ferment the koji, which is very time-consuming and laborious, and if you are not careful, the koji will be completely wasted! The old gentleman is almost 90 years old this year, and he has created his own brewery called "Naohiko Nonguchi Research Institute", which is small in scale but the demand for products exceeds supply. A good bottle can be sold for 3 million yen!"

Yang Meng snapped his fingers and calculated: "I'll go, let's not ask for 190,000 yuan for a bottle of wine?"

"Did I lie to you? That wine doesn't look good, but it tastes really good when you make wine and steamed clams!" Zhang Qingru said.

Yang Meng blinked: "You said it doesn't taste very good?

Zhang Qingru thought for a moment: "Hmm." My master must still have a few bottles there, but he doesn't like to drink sake and don't like seafood, so he kept it. ”

Yang Meng sighed: "I'll go, you're too corrupt, aren't you?

Zhang Qingru lowered his voice and whispered: "It was brought back by my senior brother, cough cough, although I didn't say the origin, it is very likely that I will come back." He said that there is no psychological pressure at all on the things of Shun Dongying. ”

Yang Meng was happy after hearing this: "You guys are really good! Yunlong also taught such a unique apprentice? I thought they were all wooden people like you! I like this guy!"

Zhang Qingru: "。。。。。。 If you don't say I'm a wooden man anymore, I'll go back and help you get two bottles of Nonguchi Naohiko's wine from my master to taste. ”

"That's it!" Yang Meng ate a clam, but his mind was thinking about something else.

This Zhang Qingru is a little interesting now. What he did today was purposeful: first he took himself to the National Museum to let himself see the looted cultural relics, and then said that his senior brother had 'Shun' things from Dongying.

What does this mean? Let yourself go 'with the 'shun' of things? The question is 'shun' what?

As Zhang Qingru said, those Han cultural relics have been registered, even if you feel uncomfortable, you can't deny that those things have essentially belonged to Dongying. Even if you go back, what can you do? Hide at home? As long as you take it out and let Dongying know, it will definitely be recovered。。。。。。

So what did Zhang Qingru think?

I don't understand!

The boss was very busy: in addition to steaming clams with wine, the two of them also ordered a lot of 'tempura' to eat.

To put it bluntly, this 'tempura' is 'fried goods'. Deep-fried food wrapped in batter can be called 'tempura'. But it's interesting to note that in the eyes of some Han Chinese, fried food is junk food, but 'tempura' is healthy food.

As for the reason, it's because 'tempura' is particular about the use of oil.

Toei people like to pursue the ultimate in everything they do, and the same is true of tempura. When they make tempura, they are also very particular about the oil, the type of oil used, and the degree of refining of the oil. Sesame oil or olive oil salad oil is used to fry different ingredients, and the so-called 'tempura masters' use their own blended oils.

Moreover, people will also control the oil temperature, which must be about 180 degrees Celsius to fry, and the frying time will be accurate to the second, not even five more seconds!

With all this exquisiteness, who would dare to say that it is 'junk food'?

Please! After all, it's all high-calorie fried food! It's similar to 'Kaifeng Dish' and 'Golden Arches'. If you think it's delicious, you can eat it, and don't put it on the word 'healthy food', because everything that says so is the kind of 'the moon in a foreign country is rounder'.

The owner of the food stall was really happy to be gone. How nice it would be if you were a guest like this every day?

Han people eat and Dongying people are really different, Han people pay attention to 'eat well, drink well', must eat until you can't eat until you can eat, while Dongying people are rarely like this, generally speaking, eating a little means not hungry. If they were all guests like Yang Meng and them, the owner of the food stall would have sent it a long time ago!

They ate heartily here, and someone lifted the curtain and walked in.

"Welcome!" the stall owner greeted the visitor.

As a result, the person who came in directly reached out and took a fried shrimp from the plate in front of Yang Meng and took a bite directly: "Hmm, the boss's craftsmanship is really good, this tempura is delicious!"

Yang Meng was stunned, how could anyone still grab something to eat?

He looked back, uh, it wasn't anyone else who came in, it was the drunk girl from yesterday. I also drank a lot of wine today.

Zhang Qingru frowned and asked, "Yang Meng, do you know her?"

Yang Meng just wanted to answer Zhang Qingru, but the girl picked up the translator that Yang Meng put on the table, and said to the translator: "Hey, why do you see my attitude so cold? You won't forget what you did to others yesterday, right?"

Zhang Qingru stared at Yang Meng with wide eyes: "Damn, no wonder you didn't let people follow yesterday, it turned out to be for this?"

Yang Meng was also anxious: "Things can be eaten indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense, what am I doing?"