There are many ways to remove the smell of mutton, such as removing the rinsing method, the white radish method, the coriander method and so on, etc., etc., but I think it can be summed up as nothing more than covering and absorbing two kinds, and putting a few pieces of white radish when cooking is an effective way to absorb the flavor with other ingredients. When I was working at a barbecue restaurant, I used heavy ingredients to cover up the smell of lamb skewers, but the former used a more pungent flavor to cover the smell so that diners could not detect the smell.

After Jin Xuan drank two bowls of chicken soup and ate a bowl of rice, he followed the proprietress back to the room to sleep, while Boss Jin and I were still sitting at the table, drinking without a sip and chatting by the way.

"Richard, are you a Southerner or a Northerner? Your accent sounds like a north and a south to me. ”

I smiled and said, "ZJ's, go to college in the imperial capital." ”

Boss Jin nodded, "Then it's no wonder. Northerners come to our south to go to college or work, and the accent is not easy to be taken away, and we southerners go to college or work in the north, and the accent is easy to be taken away. Don't talk about this, where do you want to go to Chongming Island, I'll take you there, there are no guests at the farmhouse these days, and I can still be a tour guide for you. ”

I shook my head, "There's nothing particular I want to go to, the main purpose of coming here is to eat." Now that I've finished this meal, I've achieved more than half of my goal. ”

Boss Jin heard that I was praising his good craftsmanship in disguise, and the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes were revealed with a smile, "I'll ask my wife to make you a golden cake in the evening, which is also a specialty of Chongming." ”

I smiled and nodded, I had seen an introduction to the golden cake before I came to a guide that was suspicious of making up the number of words. The original name of the golden cake is honeycomb cake, originated in Nanyang, is a kind of Nanyang nyonya cake, the golden cake is another name after the cake spread to Guangdong, because the finished product of the cake is like a honeycomb, so it is called honeycomb cake, and it is shark fin filamentous after slicing, so it is also called shark fin cake.

There are two reasons why the golden cake can be called the golden cake, first: because the process and fermentation and baking requirements of the golden cake are very high, even Nyonya, who has been making pastries for decades, superstitiously puts a kitchen knife on the fermentation pot to ward off ghosts in order to ensure the smooth baking of the pastry, but sometimes it still fails. Second: Because all the technology of the cake was in the hands of the returned Nyonya somewhere in the Guangxi ASEAN Economic Park, many Guangdong masters failed to steal the teacher, resulting in the cake being called the king of cakes in Guangdong for several years, and it was sold for 20 to 30 yuan per catty, which was more expensive than pork and mutton. Third: the best front of the cake can see fine honeycomb holes, the slice side must be as thin as shark fin filaments, the bottom of the cake can not be burned, the whole cake is golden brown, the taste must be flexible, and there is honey and coconut fragrance, this is not every pastry chef who can make this cake can do, in the early years will be this craft is even rarer, at that time there was even a golden cake like gold. Later, this craft was leaked, but even today, there are very few masters who can make the golden cake the best.

As for what Nyonya means, Nyonya refers to the descendants of the Ming Dynasty of China who settled in Indonesia, Singapore, and Malacca in the early 15th century. Men are called Baba and women are called Nyonya.

Sitting at the table with Boss Jin wine bowl after bowl, word after sentence, the wine in the enamel cup emptied and filled, emptied and filled again, and so on, I finally reached the edge of drunkenness, and my brain was soaked in alcohol and gradually began to dizzy, as if there were two fists on both sides of the temple from the inside of the brain constantly bombarded the temple.

Only then did I know that although the taste of mulberry wine is not spicy when I drink it, I don't think it's anything, but the stamina is much stronger than that of liquor. If the liquor is the eighteen palms of the dragon and the power is over, the mulberry wine is the bone and the palm, when it is just in the middle of the time, it will be fine, and it will slowly take effect.

Boss Jin on the side drank a lot more than me, I drank half a cup of three glasses of mulberry wine at most, and the remaining two and a half glasses went into his stomach. The current Boss Jin looks even more unbearable than me, his face is flushed, and he looks at me and mutters, and he has begun to have a tendency to talk nonsense.

"I, Jin Ming, although I have never done a good thing in this life, but I have never done a bad thing, no matter how big or small. I can't say I'm a good person, but at least, I'm a good person."

"But in today's society, good people are useless, and don't say that good people have good rewards. Even a normal son, God didn't give it to me. I'm sorry Xuan. ”

I looked at Boss Kim, who was lying on his arm with a hint of crying and hysteria in his voice, silent and didn't know how to respond, what to say to comfort him.

Spit out the truth after drinking, sometimes it is a secret, and sometimes, it is the pressure that has accumulated in my heart for an unknown amount of time.

Boss Jin raised his head, shook his head, dipped his fingers in a little wine, and muttered while writing on the table: "Maybe you owe Xuan in your last life, but you are destined to pay it back in this life." I am forty-seven years old and I am twenty-three years old. I inquired, and the nursing home can be entered at the age of 60. There are still thirty-seven years, in the past few years, I have earned enough money from Xuan Nursing Home, and I have tried to live to be eighty-four years old, and when Xuan is sixty years old and I am eighty-four, I will take him to the nursing home together. ”

I suddenly felt a sore nose, turned my head sideways, rubbed my eyes, and became even more afraid to speak.

Boss Jin was still muttering, his voice getting quieter and quieter, and finally he lay on the table and snored like thunder.

The proprietress came out of the small building with a dress in one hand and a cup in the other. Walking to the table, the proprietress handed me the cup, put her clothes on Boss Jin's body, and smiled apologetically at me, "Sobering tea, it will be more comfortable to drink it." ”

I took the decanting tea, said a few words to the hostess and went back to my room. My room is on the second floor, and the furnishings are very simple, just like a normal guest house room.

But at this moment, I suddenly felt that maybe in the eyes of Boss Jin, every guest who lived in the guest room, and every penny that the guest handed to him, meant that his son Jin Xuan could stay in the nursing home for one more day.

Pity the hearts of parents all over the world.

Lying on the bed looking at the ceiling, this sentence popped into my head.