Before Jia Lei left for Mingzhu City, Dasha had already come from Mingzhu City. Jia Lei looked at Dasha and sighed, handed him his things, and walked back directly with him.

"I'm still worried about how I should get all these things! I'm glad you're here, otherwise I'd have to find someone to accompany me home." Jia Lei said.

Su Renfeng will definitely not go back if he wants to take care of Natasha, Jia Lei originally wanted to find a cousin in Jia's house to return to Mingzhu together.

"But I'm going to go back as soon as I arrived? I want to get some sleep in the inn." Dasha reluctantly said that the small bed on the sleeper on the train was too small and he had not slept well.

"Don't complain, I'll treat you to something delicious when you go back! You can eat whatever you want, and I'll pay you. Jia Lei said that Dasha happily carried his bag and followed.

"Do you want to invite me to dinner? Then I want to eat roast suckling pig, I haven't eaten roast suckling pig for a long time, I want to eat one by myself. Dasha said happily.

Jia Lei almost didn't fall down when he heard this footsteps, eating a pig alone! Is Dasha the reincarnation of a pig demon?

"You guys just came back from Lao Maozi, right?" asked Jia Lei, a middle-aged man sitting next to him on the train.

"How do you know?" asked Jia Lei.

"Of course, it's to look at the bag, almost all the people who are holding such a big bag on this trip are the masters! When I asked Bao Zheng, he had just returned from the Soviet Union, and the people who came back from there smelled of milk. Liu Wen said with a smile that dairy products in the Soviet Union were cheap, and there were stalls of various dairy products in almost all restaurants and streets.

"Uncle's eyes are bright enough!, then tell me who is not a dumper in this car?" Jia Lei leaned over curiously and asked, and he also handed Liu Wen a cigarette.

"It's not trivial, you see the mother and son over there. They didn't bring a big bag, and they only decorated it with food and clothes depending on the size of the bag. Liu Wen lit a cigarette and took a breath and said.

Jia Lei followed Liu Wen's fingers and looked over, only to see an old lady in her fifties and a man in her thirties sitting together talking excitedly, and there were two bags on their seats, about the size of backpacks.

"Maybe what about the money they brought? I'm sure they're not the wrong guy! I'll listen to them themselves. After Jia Lei finished speaking, he gossiped near the mother and son, pretending to watch others play cards and eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Son, I inquired about that dead girl who went to Mingzhu City, and we must arrest her back this time! She is the daughter-in-law who came back from our family with a dowry of 2,000 yuan, and she is too bold to run away before she becomes a relative. The old lady said viciously with triangular eyes.

"Don't worry! When someone finds me, I will definitely beat her up, so that this woman knows what it means to be three from four virtues!" said the middle-aged man, who clenched his fists.

When Jia Lei heard the voice, he looked over and found that the middle-aged man's palms were big and thick, and the palms were all thick and calloused, and he didn't know what he was doing. Now that the news that needs to be inquired about is known, Jia Lei returned to his seat.

"How? I'm right. Liu Wen confidently leaned back in his chair and said.

"Yes, they are indeed not bad masters, how can you tell?" asked Jia Lei.

"It's not easy, in addition to the big bag, you also have to look at the clothes, dress and talk! Although our bad guys are all dirty and torn, the clothes on our bodies are not old at all, and most of them are famous brands. Although the clothes on the mother and son on the opposite side look very new and clean, the folds on the clothes are too deep, and some places have lost color, and they look like the clothes at the bottom of the box. And the man is all domestically produced, and he doesn't even look like an ordinary person if he doesn't even have a good thing made in the Soviet Union. Liu Wen pointed out to Jia Lei.

"That's it?" Jia Lei asked with wide eyes.

"Of course, I recognize you because of your camera and nail clippers! Liu Wen said with a smile.

Jia Lei said goodbye to Liu Wen in the same car in Mudan City and transferred back to Mingzhu City, but what surprised him was that the mother and son who met from Suis Fenhe were still in the same carriage with him, but this time Jia Lei bought a sleeper and the two gangs did not meet directly.

Jia Lei took Dasha to get out of the car and ran directly to the Pearl Mall, he got off the car at the Pearl Mall on Nanjing West Road and looked at the street that was still bare and empty half a year ago, and now it has become a commercial street with people coming and going.

After the reform and opening up, the development speed of Huaxia is simply changing with each passing day, and I haven't come back for more than a month, and I can't even recognize it. Jia Lei looked at the Pearl Mall and sighed, then walked to the small wooden building fifty or sixty meters away from the mall.

"Mr. Bor, are you there?" Jia Lei shouted as he pushed open the two newly pressed glass doors.

In order to match the aesthetics of the 90s, Mr. Boer replaced the original wooden doors and windows of the wooden building with glass doors and windows, of course, Jia Lei has put away the original doors and windows when he renovated.

"I'm here, my dear landlord!" said Mr. Bol as he stepped out of it, and then he gave Jia Lei a big hug.

"Welcome back, my friend!" said Mr. Bol, who saw Jia Lei looking behind him empty-handed.

"Are you the one who welcomes me or the goods that welcome me?" Jia Lei asked quipped.

"Of course they're all welcome! Food and friends are something to be happy about. "Mr. Bol does not shy away from saying that Westerners just don't understand the roundabout politicians and officials!

"Alright, let's stop kidding you! Dasha will bring things in. Jia Lei shouted out the door, and Dasha came in with two blue and white striped bags commonly used by the inverted master.

"The goods are here, you can check it! Jia Lei opened the zipper on the bag and said, after which he took out two cans of caviar, one red and one black, and placed them on the counter.

"Oh, my God, how can you do that to them? These are the best ingredients, they are treasures! You should cherish them and treat them gently instead of being rude and bring them back in such ugly bags and throw them on the ground. Treat it like that, and it will be sad and broken!" Mr. Bol said, looking at the bag that Dasha had casually placed on the ground, and the sound of the caviar jar hitting the ground that he had just heard.

"It's impossible, although the packaging of Lao Maozi's things is not good-looking, they are all very strong! Not to mention putting it down so gently, even if you take out the jar and roll it twice on the ground, it won't be broken!" Jia Lei said with a grin, he, a person with no artistic cells, didn't hear what Mr. Boer really meant.

"Oh, I hate you people who don't understand romance the most, it's okay to look at the packaging, but I need to taste it to know if it's genuine, you guys wait here, I'll prepare the cutlery." "Mr. Bol can only put away the wind and snow in front of the two cows that are not open.

"Don't you have a coffee spoon here, you can just open a can and taste it." Jia Lei pointed to the coffee cup that the waiter had just brought to him.

"Of course not, metal will spoil the taste of the caviar itself!" Mr. Bol refused.

"You can't use metal, then you can take a pair of chopsticks!" Jia Lei said.

Half an hour later

"Caviar has to be served in a spoon of shells,

Because a metal spoon can wreak havoc on the aroma of caviar!" said Mr. Bor, who carefully scooped a small spoonful of caviar with a delicate white shell spoon.

"Oh! oh!" Jia Lei and Dasha sat opposite him and nodded in agreement, the two of them didn't know why it was so troublesome to eat.

"Caviar is best paired with champagne, especially the more sour champagne that goes well with the oily texture of the caviar, because too sweet wine can make the caviar fishy. Mr. Bol picked up a bottle of white champagne and gave Jia Lei and Dasha half a glass each.

"Oh, I ate it!" Dasha slowly scooped a large spoonful of caviar into his mouth and ate it.

You have to put the caviar on your tongue, use the tip of your tongue to push a grain of caviar to the roof of your mouth and gently crush it to let the aroma of the fish roe take over your mouth, and then take a sip of champagne to enjoy the full taste of caviar. Mr. Bol said as he gently took a few grains of caviar into his mouth.

"It tastes good, but the temperature seems to be a bit high!" Mr. Bor said.

"No, I've put ice cubes in it all the way. Jia Lei said that the temperature in Russia is low, and the caviar can be sold outside the refrigerator in November, but the temperature in Mingzhu City is high, and Jia Lei bought a lot of ice cubes for heat preservation along the way.

"Luckily you cooled down with ice cubes along the way, otherwise this batch of caviar would have been scrapped! The top caviar must not be kept at a temperature of more than 4 degrees, otherwise his taste rating will drop. Mr. Bor said.

"Is there a rating for this thing? Aren't they just divided into top and ordinary according to price?" Jia Lei asked puzzled.

"No! We French people have the strictest grading criteria for caviar, and the top caviar is divided into three criteria according to origin and origin!" Mr. Bol explained to Jia Lei.

Strictly speaking, only sturgeon eggs can be called caviar

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The discerning French already had caviar rules, which stipulate that only the eggs of sturgeon, sr and r, which are divided into different grades according to their spawning age, can be made into caviar.

At the highest level, less than 100 fish a year and only mature fish over 60 years old are eligible to be used to make caviar.

The second is the SR grade, which is retrieved around the age of 12, and the roe is grayish-brown with a black-gold luster, and the taste is not as good, but it has a special flavor similar to nuts.

Finally, there is the R grade, which is 7 years old and has a grayish-black color of caviar.

Jia Lei didn't understand this popular science like a book in the sky at all, but Mr. Bol's long words made Jia Lei understand a truth.

"According to you, these caviars are very valuable, are they very valuable?" Jia Lei asked bluntly.

"Yes! Young Master Jia, who doesn't understand romance. Mr. Bor replied angrily.

"Then I'll be relieved!" Jia Lei patted his chest and said.

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