"Don't just watch, let's eat. Hu Junbiao beckoned a few employees who were reluctant to give up on pickles, and asked them to go with him to take out some pickles and put them on a plate.

The eyes looked at a pair of hungry eyes, and smiled poorly.

As soon as these words came out, they exploded in the crowd like cannonballs.

White hands and black hands, whether they are dressed in a suit or a simple farmhouse, whether they are a noble lady who pays attention to delicacy or a woman at home, they are all crowded around the dinner table and stretching out their hands to compete for the two plates of pickles.

Just smelling it, looking at the pickles with steam under the street lamp, everyone thinks that this is the noble princess among the pickles.

Superb, superb.

"Hey, don't crowd me. The farmer's monkey was surrounded by the crowd and shouted among the crowd.

"Hey, one by one, one by one. "Some people are sloganing to make people line up, but the momentum of squeezing forward has not diminished at all, typical duplicity.

There are also exquisite beauties who snatch pickles, and I don't know which unashamed person to take advantage of: "Which hand is restless with a thousand cuts?"

In the crowd, although Deng Jiamao was drunk, he was like a swimming fish, squeezing and swimming in the crowd flexibly, very slippery. After a few clicks, he squeezed to the head of the row, blinked his eyes slyly, held the plate, and held the chopsticks in one hand to pick a few pickles from the plate.

Then he squeezed out the slippery swimmer, put the chopsticks on the plate, and walked to Zhang Tong'er, who was still in love with the plate with both hands, and didn't know which Yue'er Bay he ran to.

"Come and try it, the boss has been cooking less and less recently, but this cooking skill is still so good. These pickles are like the food of the gods in the sky. Deng Jiamao took the initiative to put a pickled radish on Zhang Tong'er, and at this time, the radish was white with a hint of pale yellow under the light, just like an old photo.

Hearing this, Zhang Tong'er opened her mouth, and Deng Jiamao put the radish into her mouth.

The entrance is slightly spicy, and the sour and salty taste is like condensation that cannot be dissipated for a long time, but this sour taste is within an acceptable range. stimulated the taste buds but not excessively, and controlled the sour and salty scale around the refreshing point of the taste buds, just one bite, Zhang Tong'er was like eating the peach in the fairy world.

After a few bites, the "crunch" is crunchy, crispy and tender, but extraordinarily elastic. seems to have turned into thousands of particles bouncing in the mouth that I don't understand, and Zhang Tong'er feels like eating jumping candy.

"It's so delicious, is this still a pickle?" Zhang Tong'er ate it, her eyes were stunned, obviously reminiscing about the fragrance that the previous taste gave her.

For a long time, he looked at Deng Jiamao with straight eyes, and spit out such a sentence.

Hearing this, coupled with seeing Zhang Tong'er's look of such satisfaction, Deng Jiamao also quickly picked up a piece of pickled radish and put it in his mouth.

Appropriate sour and salty, crispy and tender, full of three natures.

"The boss's cooking skills are really not inferior to my master. Tian Ziyuan didn't waste much effort to squeeze into the crowd and pick out some pickles, but fortunately, Hu Junbiao asked people to bring out a few stacks, so he was fortunate to taste it.

"Deng Jiamao, you fool, go and put pickles on Lao Tzu. Lao Zhangtou watched the people around him taste the food, and enjoyed that face.

"Gollum" swallowed a mouthful of saliva, followed by the roar of the Hedong lion that evoked Deng Jiamao.

A small pickled vegetable, but it makes some tourists who are full of food have a big appetite again, and they don't care about losing weight or not.

Today, they're going to have a good time.

After a long time, Hu Junbiao once again brought out a large plate with a lid on it, so that people couldn't see the clues. is different from the scenery when the pickles were just served, as soon as Hu Junbiao came out this time, everyone's eyes looked at the big plate in unison, and those eyes couldn't wait to quickly lift the lid and eat a few bites.

"Everyone, are you still happy to eat the pickles?" Hu Junbiao was locked by everyone's eyes, only felt that the atmosphere was a little awkward, and held back such a sentence.

"Don't talk nonsense, Boss Hu, hurry up and lift the lid for us, we want to see what you have on this plate." Lao Zhangtou is older than Hu Junbiao, and at this time, he can't care that Hu Junbiao is his daughter's boss, so he directly leaned on the old man and yelled at him.

"Yes, boss, hurry up and lift the lid. Tian Ziyuan and Deng Jiamao echoed Lao Zhangtou's words like dogs, and at the same time, those eyes were called an impatience.

"Yes, yes, yes!" the tourists all chimed in.

Hu Junbiao was still not in a hurry, and everyone who was angry couldn't wait to rush up, roll up their sleeves and give him a few punches. Putting the plate on the table, he muttered: "This dish hasn't been served yet, look at you people, one by one, you monkeys are in a hurry." ”

Then, in the eyes of everyone, Hu Junbiao slowly lifted the lid.

The aroma rose to the sky, and the mist of water vapor under the light became even richer, as if Hu Junbiao had lifted not a lid, but a refrigerator.

The cabbage leaves are large, reddish-brown soup, look closely at the crystal, the stems and leaves are like transparent cicada wings, and you can see the decorative patterns at the bottom of the plate through the stems and leaves.

Because of the large amount of cooking, Hu Junbiao did not have the beauty of the plate.

But this fragrance is like a shady meadow, and like a green tree, fresh and fragrant. The smell alone pierced the tip of everyone's nose and poured into their minds, almost hallucinating.

"The name of this dish is called: clotted cabbage, what are you waiting for, everyone, let's eat. Hu Junbiao knew that if he delayed it again, the tourists would have to go to the kitchen knife to cut themselves, and briefly introduced the name of the dish, so that everyone could start to taste.

Clotted cabbage, steamed cabbage, the appearance is white and tender, just like the coagulated skin of the beauties in the city. A simple side dish, but in Hu Junbiao's hands, it has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Tian Ziyuan found that there was a little soup in the stem of the cabbage, and it was obviously that the rich soup was brought into it by Hu Junbiao with his superb knife work.

There are many ways to make cabbage, but this is the first time Tian Ziyuan has seen this practice.

It's obviously a vegetarian dish, but if this dish is on the table, it will be more eye-catching than that big dish.

Thinking about it, Tian Ziyuan found that he was surrounded by people and fell to the ground, only to find that this cabbage was not as sufficient as pickles, and he had to rely on grabbing.

In a hurry, he used his strength to squeeze into the crowd.

The first person to taste the cabbage closed his eyes and enjoyed it slightly.

The wind blows over, goosebumps are about to rise, this cabbage gives him the feeling of a beauty out of a bath, the white and tender skin is exposed, the perfect curve, the country and the city.

The soup splashes and opens the taste buds.

is like a beautiful nephrite in his arms, as if he understands why the ancient emperors love beauties and abandon the country.