Yin Xiaoyue was about to speak, but Xiao Xiaomei on the side suddenly became excited:

"Tuna!"

"What?"

Xiao Xiaomei put down the chopsticks in her hand and stood up, she took Yin Xiaoyue's hand and strode towards the crowd: "When I took the salmon just now, I heard that there will be a live tuna cutting performance in a while." ”

There are already a lot of people around.

Xiao Xiaomei and Yin Xiaoyue finally squeezed in.

In the middle of the crowd was a table with a huge tuna on it. The two-meter-long table has a large fish that occupies more than half of the area.

At a glance, the fish should have the appearance of two hundred catties.

Although Yin Xiaoyue has never eaten tuna, she still knows a little about its price, and a big fish of this quality costs at least two or three hundred yuan a catty.

Five-star hotels are really big deals.

If you meet someone like Xiao Xiaomei who can eat three or five plates at a time, it will be a blood loss.

Looking at the big fish again, I saw that the silver-white skin seemed to be plated with a layer of mercury, and under the light, it was shining, and it could be seen that the meat was very fat.

The cook was a young man, and the knife in his hand, the tip of which shone in the light.

Don't look at his age, but his knife skills are surprisingly sharp.

The crowd watched the chef dissect the big fish, cheering and admiring.

The young chef broke up a big fish, and the onlookers began to line up, each holding a plate in his hand, and only three or five slices could be taken at a time.

Three or five pieces are naturally to satisfy the appetite of Xiaomei.

She planned to take it twice, but Yin Xiaoyue said to her: "My stomach is not very good, and I can't eat these raw and cold foods, so I'll give you my share." ”

Yin Xiaoyue's kindness, of course Xiao Xiaomei smiled.

When taking the fish fillet, the young chef glanced at Yin Xiaoyue and said, "I recognize you, you are a contestant in the Chef God Competition, I also participated in the competition that day, but it seems that I am not as good as others and I am not selected." ”

Yin Xiaoyue heard it: "You also participated?" ”

"That's right, we're in a group, I really can't get the head meat, I barely made a tamale, and I even ate it myself......"

The young chef smiled a little shyly, and there were still many people queuing up behind him, Yin Xiaoyue nodded at him and left.

Xiao Xiaomei happily went back with two plates of tuna meat.

Yin Xiaoyue continued to wander around the restaurant.

This is a brine area, and the thick aroma of brine surrounds her, which is very familiar, very similar to the marinade prepared by Yin Weimin.

Yin Weimin started by selling braised vegetables.

He once set up a stall outside the dormitory building of a factory in Luochuan County for several years.

At that time, the competition was very fierce.

At that time, Yin Weimin had just started selling and didn't understand any market rules.

The ingredients and seasonings used by their husband and wife are all genuine, and they are not short of pounds and pounds, and the taste is surprisingly good. As a result, it has attracted a large number of diners in just one week.

The dormitory building of the factory has been under construction for many years.

Located in the old town of Luochuan County, there is a small street outside that is not too wide, there are small shops on both sides, there are many people coming and going, and after a long time, there are more people setting up stalls.

Over time, it became a farmer's market.

There are more than a dozen pickled vegetable stalls alone.

Originally, everyone was at peace with each other, going their own way, and they didn't interfere with each other.

As soon as Yin Weimin came, most of the business of all the pickled vegetable stalls was robbed, and the stall owners were angry, and in order to unite to resist Yin Weimin, they thought of a very bad trick.

At noon that day, Yin Weimin and his wife had just started setting up their stalls, and the staff of the two food bureaus came over.

At that time, Yin Weimin was scooping the braised vegetables in the cauldron spoonful by spoon into the bamboo dustpan.

Bright braised pig ears, a few days ago has been in short supply, Yin Weimin specially added some today, wrapped in fat pork liver, inside layer by layer is full of pepper, taste pepper numb.

Seeing these two people in uniform, Yin Weimin was a little confused.

He glanced at his wife and didn't understand what was happening. Two staff members looked at the pickled vegetable stall for a while, and one of the staff members suddenly asked Yin Weimin to take out the business license and health permit.

At this moment, Yin Weimin paused.

It stands to reason that to do the catering industry, it is indeed necessary to have complete licenses.

However, in that era, there were very few stalls selling cooked food, and there were very few people who could achieve complete licenses.

That afternoon, Yin Weimin and his wife were taken away because they were operating without a license.

He wondered why he was the only one who was asked about the dozen or so pickled vegetable stalls in the market. Later, Yin Weimin learned that the more than a dozen pickled vegetable stall owners seemed to have made an appointment, and they all handled all the licenses overnight.

And when they got the license, they jointly reported Yin Weimin.

Yin Weimin and his wife were suspected of operating without a license and were severely punished.

Yin Weimin is a person who is becoming more and more courageous.

He accepted all the punishments, fines of tens of thousands of yuan, which can be said to bankrupt his family at that time.

The first thing after coming out, the husband and wife went to get all the licenses.

The fine of tens of thousands of yuan was that they were looking for someone to borrow high interest.

As if nothing had happened, the two continued to run the braised meat stall.

It's still made of real materials, and it's never short of two.

After a long time, some braised meat stall owners gradually couldn't do it anymore, and they withdrew from the farmers' market one by one, and Yin Weimin became a monopoly.

He still adheres to the consistent quality, and the color and aroma of the braised pork he makes are always the same.

Repeat customers, endlessly.

In the years when the braised meat stall was set up, he earned the first pot of gold for Yin Weimin and his wife.

With this money, the husband and wife were able to buy a shop in Guihua Old Street, and they no longer had to set up a stall like before.

In the "first tea and light rice", there is still a pot of old marinade.

The soup is thick and shiny.

Yin Weimin collected the stall every day, and would boil the pot of old marinade, add various spices in proportion, add water to boil, and then put it aside to salvage the animal fat on the upper layer.

What is left in the pot is the most mellow and perfect stewed soup.

Since Yin Xiaoyue can remember, she has watched Yin Weimin cook that pot of soup every night, and at that time she was not as tall as the cauldron.

The aroma of the braised soup kept coming out of the cauldron, and Yin Xiaoyue kept swallowing.

Li Aizhen, who was on the side, looked at Yin Xiaoyue's appearance and smiled.

She cut a slice of the braised dried tofu that she fished out before and stuffed it into her daughter's mouth, which is a must-eat appetizer for Yin Weimin every day, and the thick dried tofu was smoked after Li Aizhen suppressed it herself.

Press the whole peppercorns into it, and then put it in the brine to marinate for a while.

After taking out the slices, drizzle a spoonful of marinade lightly.

After a tiring day, Yin Weimin drank a taor or two white wines, and then ate a little dried tofu, he would feel very comfortable.

Yin Xiaoyue, who was only a few years old, chewed on the piece of dried tofu, the dry and fragrant skin mixed with the delicate inside.

Occasionally, I chew a peppercorn, with marinade, which tastes unique.

This kind of marinade smell, Yin Xiaoyue smelled it since she was a child, and she couldn't forget it at all, so when she was in this brine area, she recognized this familiar smell at once.

The brine seems to be the same, but the method of adjustment is a fraction of a millimeter.

For a thousand braised meat stalls, there are a thousand marinade recipes.

Each one says it's the secret ingredient.

In the end, who is good and who is the most authentic, that is a thousand people.

Western food can be opened all over the world, and every corner is the same taste.

In Chinese food, even if the same chef uses the same ingredients and condiments, the chef's mood and state are slightly different, and the taste will change.

Standing next to the pile of lo-mei, Yin Xiaoyue seemed to have returned to her childhood all of a sudden.

She picked out some braised vegetables and sat down at a nearby table to eat.

A piece of braised tofu dried belly, Yin Xiaoyue's eyes lit up, fresh hemp peppercorns, pressed into the dried tofu, chewed down, full of numbness, and then mixed with fragrant brine, the same taste at home.

Yin Xiaoyue ate another piece of money belly.

The honeycomb-shaped belly was covered with marinade, and the more she ate it, the more suspicious she felt.

Could it be that Yin Weimin didn't go on a trip, and ran to the Intercontinental Hotel to work as a cook behind his back. But why is he? For money? Although the "coarse tea and light rice" does not make much money, it is more than working outside to earn wages.

If it wasn't made by Yin Weimin, then why, this taste is so similar.

Just as she was thinking, someone sat down in front of her.

Yin Xiaoyue raised her head and saw Song Kun at a glance.

Song Kun has changed out of his chef's uniform, he is wearing a business plaid shirt, and he looks very temperamental.

The plate he was carrying also contained some pickled vegetables.

Unlike Yin Xiaoyue, he was eating braised vegetables while dipping in chili noodles.

Beef fillet with marinade is gently dipped in dark red chili flakes. The marinated beef tendon tastes very scum, stained with chili noodles, slightly spicy, mixed with the marinade, and the feeling is immediately different.

"Song Kun?"