"Xiao Chenzi, this kind of dish poured on the rice bowl is so delicious, I never thought that pouring the vegetables on the rice and eating it directly with it will have such a taste, which is completely different from a simple bowl of rice and eating it with the vegetables. ”

Aunt Peng should have been a foodie when she was young, and when it comes to the feeling of eating, she is also the first to say, but it's a pity that in this world where Chinese food is withering, I'm afraid I haven't eaten many good things.

Aunt Peng doesn't know that the shredded potatoes with green peppers and potatoes poured on the rice look normal, and there is no big difference between eating rice with vegetables, why there is such a big difference in taste.

In fact, the most critical step is to pour the soup and heat on the rice at the moment when the dish is out of the pot, when the smell and heat of the two foods are fully integrated, in fact, a new dish has been completed invisibly, not only the dish can be eaten with the soup in the mouth, but also make the rice more tasteful.

All delicacies look the same, fragrant, sweet, numb, spicy, sour, salty, etc., nothing more than these flavors, but just the proportion of seasonings, or even the slight difference in heat, can determine the success or failure of a dish.

The reason why donburi can be a separate dish must have its own reasons.

Donburi rice is actually a very ancient dish, its history can be traced back to the Western Zhou Dynasty at the earliest, belongs to one of the "eight treasures" of the Western Zhou Dynasty, called "Chun Boil", and then to the Sui Dynasty after improvement, developed into the "Royal Yellow Queen Mother Rice", and then to the Tang Dynasty, become the dish on the "Roast Tail Banquet".

This long period of historical development is the prototype of rice bowls.

Look, it's just a simple dish to pour rice, and it has such a long history.

......

Uncle Zhang touched his stomach and smiled with satisfaction.

"This time, it's too much, 50 yuan is so full, it's cost-effective. ”

That's not, a big bowl of shredded potatoes with green peppers and potatoes with Wuchang rice, "only" 50 yuan, which is a cost-effective dish in Chen Mo's food house.

Although almost every diner will be confused about the rice bowl, this does not prevent the "green pepper shredded potato rice bowl" from becoming a popular dish today, completely squeezing the space of other dishes, after all, there is a dish and rice, and most people are full after eating this dish.

After one wave of 18 guests had eaten all, the next wave of 18 guests immediately filled the three long tables.

"18 green pepper shredded potatoes topped with rice, it's ready right away!"

Chen Mo's voice came loudly from the kitchen.

......

Under the scorching sun, an old beggar in tattered clothes walked down the street.

The old beggar looked around with a cane in one hand and raised the other, not knowing what he was looking for.

Suddenly, the old beggar seemed to have found his target, and he stopped holding on to his crutches, but actually got up and ran.

When he came to a noodle shop making steamed buns, the old beggar approached and sniffed hard.

"Hmm... Fragrant, really fragrant. ”

Seeing a beggar in tattered clothes and messy hair approaching his stall, the owner of the pastry shop hurriedly came out to shout.

"Stinky food, hurry away and stay away, we still have business, after you come, you will drive away all my guests." ”

The tall pastry boss said as he prepared to step forward and push the old beggar.

"Huh"

The old beggar didn't know where to pull out a brand-new ticket for 50 and dangled it in front of the pastry owner.

"Is it enough to buy you two buns?" the old beggar's voice was a little hoarse, but he was very confident.

"Enough, enough. The boss hurriedly took the ticket in his hand, and instead of urging the old beggar, he found the two largest white leather buns from the steamer, stuffed the steamed buns that were still exuding heat into a pocket, and delivered them to the old beggar.

"Hmm... I'll taste it while it's hot. ”

The old beggar took one out of his pocket.

It seemed to be a little hot, and I blew it several times before I quickly took a bite, and my hot mouth shook frequently.

The old beggar chewed, his eyes gurgling, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Hmm... Although the skin is fragrant, it is not chewy, and the dough is not good and elastic. ”

The pastry boss looked a little unsightly.

He took another bite and shook his head repeatedly.

"Hmm... The filling of this meat bun is not fresh... In order to cover up the smell of meat, shredded ginger was added, oops, it's ridiculous..."

The pastry boss's face turned green, and he shouted loudly: "What nonsense is the stinky food, the guy who eats rancid water every day, what can he feel when he eats, get out of me!"

"Spit on!"

The old beggar spat the second bite of the minced meat on the ground in front of the pastry owner's feet.

"You stinky begging for food!"

Chased by the pastry owner's strong biceps and broom, the old beggar fled with light steps.

The pastry boss, who had been chasing the old beggar for a long time, panted and looked at the back of the old beggar fleeing, holding on to the tree with one hand and supporting his knees with the other, and still scolded angrily: "You... You stink... Beggar, don't... Don't let Lao Tzu again... See you again!"

......

The old beggar ran far away, and when he looked back, the pastry owner was long gone, and seemed to be a little bored, and walked again on crutches.

When he came to an intersection, the old beggar looked at the sign at the entrance of the alley.

"In the spring breeze..."

Leaving the main road, the old beggar walked into the alley on crutches.

The breakfast shop at the mouth of the alley is still open.

The old beggar looked inside the store, and there were few people in the desert.

But something was boiling in the cauldron near the door.

"What is this..."

The old beggar sniffed closer, and opened the lid.

Suddenly, there was a loud shout from the store.

"Stinky beggar, what are you doing, do you want to sell my soy sauce eggs!"

"Soy sauce eggs?" the old beggar had heard of for the first time.

"Hurry up, don't get in the way of our business. ”

The old beggar pulled out a 50 yuan sheet, which seemed to be exactly the same as the one he had just handed to the pastry owner.

(The pastry boss at the moment: "Hey, where did the 50 yuan just go?")

"Take it and leave. ”

The guy in the store was still impatient with the money in his hand.

The old beggar fished out an egg from the dark pot, and the yolk leaked out of the broken egg, which had been cooked and condensed outside the shell.

The old beggar sniffed it and said to himself, "Taste the boiled eggs in soy sauce." ”

I took a bite and uh... It's unpalatable...

The old beggar almost threw up.

"Hey, old man over there, is it delicious?" asked a passer-by with a smile.

The old beggar looked at each other and shook his head.

"Tell you, this is the food house in front of the cottage, and the tea eggs made by others are delicious, if you want to eat, just take a few steps forward." ”

"Thank you. ”

The old beggar thanked him very politely, and then walked in the direction the man was pointing with his crutches.

By this time, the sun had already begun to set, and by 4 p.m., the length of the queue was much shorter.

......

"Boss, full of editors. An unfamiliar, hoarse voice rang out.

"Roger!"

When Chen Mo came out with four dishes, he was surprised to find an old beggar occupying a table alone, staring at himself and the dishes in his hand with a smile.