Although you can always see octopus balls sold on the street, there are not many that can really be delicious.

If you want to make a good octopus ball, in addition to testing the master's personal production level and the quality of the ingredients, there is also a big problem, that is, there must be enough foot traffic.

Why is that?

The answer is simple. This is due to the taste characteristics of the octopus balls. The best tasty octopus balls are the ones that are crispy on the outside and burst into a rich soup when you bite into your mouth.

If there is not enough foot traffic in the place where the stall is set up, there will be two consequences. One is to continue to bake on the stove, and the octopus balls are overcooked, and although the crust is still crispy, the liquid soup inside has also solidified into a hard lump.

The other is to put the grilled octopus balls in the box, so that when someone comes to buy them, although the soup is still there, the crispy skin is gone.

Christina approached the stall and didn't rush to ask for a small octopus ball, but watched what they were doing.

There are two iron plates on the stall. Each iron plate is five horizontal and eight vertical, which is exactly enough to make forty octopus balls.

The iron plate on Christina's left hand side was empty, and the master on the opposite side took the oil brush and lightly touched each hemispherical groove, and with the turn of his wrist, he brushed all forty grooves with oil.

After brushing the oil, the master took out a high metal hole with a switch on the handle. Hovering over the groove in the far corner, pressing the trigger, a viscous liquid flowed out of the mouth of the funnel.

Left, up, right, up, left, groove after groove, and so it was paved.

Next, the chef put chopped onion, chopped lettuce, and diced octopus into the groove. Wait a little longer, take out the steel skewer, and flip the small balls from the very center.

The steel skewer in one hand is against the bearing force of the ball, and the steel skewer in the other hand is responsible for rotation. Thousands of repetitions, the master's skillful movements, he may have rotated each ball for less than a second. In less than a minute, he had turned over all the balls.

Of course, the flip is not a full turn, but a half-turn. Because, leave time for the new sphere to take shape.

Christina is very obsessed with such regular and beautiful things, and she keeps eating small cookies in her mouth, and her eyes are staring directly at the octopus balls.

Liu Ziru waited for the octopus balls on this iron plate to be cooked, and then said two boxes to the boss. The boss used a steel needle to pick the small balls into the boat-shaped box. The assistant next to him, after filling the box, is responsible for sprinkling spices on it.

Bonyu flakes, chopped seaweed, mayonnaise, tomato sauce.

Christina was holding a box of octopus balls as if she were holding a work of art.

"Eat slowly, hot!" Liu Ziru advised, he looked at the time, it was still plenty of time from the agreed time, don't be too anxious, the time to take a taxi after eating should be just right.

Christina is once again a golden kitten, perhaps because she is the type to look thinner in her upper clothes. Wearing sportswear, she looks a little thin, full of that thin beauty.

Of course, the actions of the two people at this moment are not beautiful. Big pockets of things were all placed on the ground, and two people squatted on the side of the road, tasting junk food from the street.

Christina looked at the traffic coming and going, and asked a little strangely, "Isn't there a shortage of resources in your world?" ”

"How is there no shortage!" Liu Ziru replied, "If there was no shortage of resources, I would have run into the communist-industrial-socialist world a long time ago." ”

"Then why are there so many cars on the road?" Christina asked, gesturing to the car on the road.

Liu Ziru also looked at the car and asked rhetorically, "How many people do you think there are in this city?" ”

Christina didn't take off her shoes, she moved her feet, and she thought back to the people she saw. Slightly surprised.

Ten thousand?

Apparently more than ten thousand.

Lakh?

It seems that there are more than 100,000, so how many are there......

Is it a million?

Christina was startled by the numbers she had imagined.

Even in the capital of the New California Republic, the New California Republic, Shady Town, there are not so many people. According to a rough calculation, the number of people in Shady Town is just over 100,000. Is this another Shady Town, so many people?

Despite her imagination, Christina still couldn't think of a scene where so many people lived in one city.

If nothing else, it's just how to satisfy eating. That's a million mouths!

Seeing that Christina didn't speak, Liu Ziru said to herself, "There are more than 20 million people in this city, nearly 30 million people. How much more are these cars compared to so many people? Not much.

Although, so many people live in the same city. However, almost everyone is unaware that there are so many people in this city.

For people who go back and forth to high-end banquets every day, the people at the bottom turn a blind eye. For people who work hard to make a living by picking up garbage, they don't see people on top either.

For those white-collar workers who take the subway to and from the company and the rental house every day, on the one hand, they despise those who pick up garbage to support their lives and work hard, and even shame them, on the other hand, they envy those who are on the high and hope that one day they will be part of them.

I don't know that from that day on, labor seemed to have become a shameful thing. In fact, I have always believed that labor is the most glorious, otherwise I would not still be guarding that broken canteen.

I don't like consumerism, but in this day and age, consumerism is the mainstream, so what can I do?

Of course, as a human being, there is no need to cry all day long. Since you have taken this path, let's go on well. ”

Liu Ziru's face became a lot sunny, "If you really want to talk about my living conditions, maybe it will make many people envious and jealous." I didn't work hard, I didn't struggle much, I had a dozen houses, even if I didn't do anything, I collected rent every month, it was enough for me to live. ”

Christina heard it in a fog, and she didn't understand what Liu Ziru was sighing.

After Liu Ziru sighed, he ate the octopus balls in three or two bites, and he looked at Christina, "Let's go on the road after eating, and we'll go to play in a while." ”

"Play?" Christina asked.

"yes, play. You see, for me, this kind of comparison is insufficient, more than inferior. It's hard to struggle upwards, and it's hard to slide downhill, isn't what you can do is play? Liu Ziru said slightly self-deprecatingly.

Christina nodded inexplicably, and suddenly she saw a new snack cart and asked, "What's that?" ”

"That's stinky tofu." Liu Ziru replied.

Stinky tofu is roughly divided into two kinds, one is canned Wang Zhihe stinky tofu, and the other is Changsha stinky tofu.

Of course, it will not be the former that is sold on the street, it is basically the latter.

The so-called Changsha stinky tofu is to eat the pickled stinky tofu after being fried and poured with sauce. Because of the heavy flavor processing, it is difficult to figure out what kind of material the tofu itself is made of.

It's not like canned stinky tofu, which is there when you open the lid. Therefore, there has always been a popular folklore about fried stinky tofu on the street, saying that they are all concocted with dung water.

Liu Ziru once knew about this industry, although most merchants said that their stinky tofu was not made in this way. But in fact, all the "authentic-tasting" stinky tofu in the old marinade has the ingredient of fecal water.

This is actually a long-standing secret. Just like most soy sauces, hair is added to ferment together during the production process to ensure the "umami" taste of soy sauce.

There should be many people who have seen people walking the streets and alleys to collect their hair, and some people may be curious about what they use to collect their hair, except for making wigs, the rest is basically used to make soy sauce.

Liu Ziru is not particularly disgusted with this practice, for him, food safety, does not need to care about what the raw materials are. The most important thing is whether a person will get sick or uncomfortable after eating.

For example, what if the fecal water is not qualified and there are parasite eggs in it. So for stinky tofu, even if Liu Ziru wants to eat it occasionally, he will find those restaurants with a slightly worse taste and "inauthentic" taste to eat.

Of course, some people will not think that there is feces and water in the fried stinky tofu through analysis.

The basic logic of their analysis is: Why do the vendors do this?

Water-infused meat, gutter oil, whitened rice and flour, expired minced meat, duck and rat meat, counterfeit lamb skewers, melamine...... All kinds of food safety problems are because of the trend of interests, and there are two ways.

1. Reduce costs by indiscriminately filling the numbers; Second, let the food look better and expand sales.

This basic analytical logic is correct. However, it echoes the old saying that without investigation, there is no right to speak.

Without grasping all the factors, only through logical analysis, even if the head of the analysis is the Tao. But if there is a fundamental error, it will still exist.

Merchants don't use manure water to make stinky tofu directly, but they choose to use it as an additive. Just to be able to make a special fragrance and achieve an "authentic" taste.

"This one may not be very clean." Liu Ziru said.

"Why isn't it clean?" Christina asked.

"It's possible that there is fecal water added to it."

"Manure water?" Christina asked.

"Hmm, dung." Liu Ziru replied.

"It's not unclean, and I don't know how much I've eaten it. I still want to try it. Christina said.

Liu Ziru thinks about it, in a ghost place like the wasteland, you have to use all your strength to survive. When food is scarce and you have to eat, who cares if what you eat is unhygienic. Even if you know that it is poisonous, some people will choose to eat it. If you don't eat it, you will die now, and if you eat it, you will die after a while, it's as simple as that.

Liu Ziru didn't buy a double copy this time, but only bought a box for Christina.

Christina took a bite of the stinky tofu with the sauce, tasted it for a while, and said, "This food has a bit of a feel like I'm there, but it's still much better than my side." ”

Liu Ziru listened to her words, and could already imagine the dire situation on the other side of the wasteland.

He thought of a fantasy he had when he was bored, whether he could do something about food and liberate the wasteland.

After all, in the wasteland, there are even gods of knowledge, gods of scavenging, these messy gods. There is no reason why there should not be a cult of food.

Of course, it's not easy to establish a Cult of Food in the wasteland.

Liu Ziru once argued.

First of all, there are no suitable ingredients and no suitable seasonings on the wasteland. Secondly, there is also not enough energy.

If nothing else, it's hard to find a standard wok.

It doesn't look like a wok has any technical content, but it's not. A pot that can stir-fry vegetables requires a lot of technology. It should be thin enough on the premise of ensuring its own strength. Otherwise, there is no way to quickly spread the temperature of the flame from one side of the pot to the other. If you can't transfer heat quickly, you can't stir-fry naturally.

Christina finished the stinky tofu, probably because she was full, and this time she didn't clean the soup of the stinky tofu.

She reluctantly threw the box into the trash can according to Liu Ziru's instructions. She had just told Lin Yan that it would be cruel to her to do so, because in the wasteland, picking up everything that could be used was a rule deeply imprinted on every wasteland dweller.

When Liu Ziru saw her appearance, he knew that it was no accident that there would be a scavenging god in the wasteland.

May the god of scavenging bless and may the bottle caps be abundant!

Liu Ziru gave Christina another piece of chewing gum, and when she asked why, he said that the smell of stinky tofu was quite big and would affect others. Not causing trouble to others is the basic etiquette of this world.

Hit a car with a mobile phone. Because of the recent introduction of the new policy, the average level of online car-hailing has risen more than one level.

Of course, the number of online car-hailing has also declined exponentially.

Liu Ziru has always been relatively average towards online car-hailing, and he has never shouted for it or criticized it.

In Liu's view, ride-hailing is more like a nationwide taxi company. Perhaps when expanding, consumers will be given a lot of discounts.

But the wool comes out of the sheep, and as long as they achieve their purpose and defeat all their opponents, they will still raise the price.

Then, through internal exploitation, reduce the share of online ride-hailing owners, etc., continue to increase profits.

By the time someone reported it, everyone was actually like a frog in warm water.

Because of the new regulations, online hailing car owners are basically people who are not bad for money. The driver was also funny, chatted for a while, and then arrived at his destination.

Liu Ziru and Liu Ziru's circle, bars and other places are relatively rare, and the longest they come to is the place where Liu Ziru is standing now. It is called a computer room by the oldest name, an Internet café by a common name, and an Internet café by the latest trendy name.

"I'm here, I'm waiting for you!" An emaciated young man hooked Liu Ziru's shoulder and said.

It's a good thing that Christina doesn't know Chinese yet, otherwise when she hears about the fight, God knows what she would do.

"Freely, who is she?"

"A new clerk."

"All right, canary! How? Adulthood no. ”

"I don't know."

"Okay, you turned out to be a dead lolita, I didn't see it."

"No, I'm not Lolicon." Liu Ziru said seriously, "I am a chest slave. ”

"Peng, give her a papaya milkshake!" Zhao Shanghe, who was emaciated, looked at Liu Ziru with a wicked smile after shouting.