Woman! You guys...... That's enough! Meng Feifei pulled her legs and left angrily.

"Tell me, how much does your aunt dislike you as a future Fighting Buddha?" Fu Xiaoxue rarely surpassed Meng Feifei in terms of tongue, and she asked with a smile.

Meizi was behind them, looking at the cheerful three, thinking of her sisters, laughing silently, seeing them on the zebra crossing, Meizi hurriedly followed, although she crossed here many times, and gradually got used to the differences between here and the Dashun Dynasty, such as men's and women's clothing, work, status, concepts, and the division of time, etc., but she had a natural fear of the four-wheeled iron guys galloping by on the street, knowing that there was a light to control, she still had the urge to run over.

The three of them walked through the streets and alleys, and had already left the most lively commercial market, surrounded by various real estate buildings, and apparently walked to a residential gathering place.

The shops on both sides of the street are the storefronts of various sales offices, short and crowded, most of them are engaged in the business of eating, from Lanzhou ramen to Wuhan hot dry noodles, from Shaxian snacks to real kung fu fast food, almost including all kinds of food from south to north, from east to west.

There are a lot of lo-mei sold on this street, the big one has the halal dishes of Luliuju, the small one has only one small store to sell Zhou black duck, and others such as braised beef, white chopped chicken, Liuhe pig's head meat, roast goose and so on are too numerous to mention.

"It's past lunch, why are there so many people queuing?" Du Mei raised his hand and asked curiously.

It's Sunday, and there are not only familiar aunts and uncles chatting nearby, but also mothers with baby babies, and even a few professional men and women with bright clothes and exquisite makeup.

"The Du family roast duck I am talking about is this one! Where are the many people at this point, you know the Dragon Boat Festival, Nanjing people eat roast duck from time to time, that day, his roast duck to sell thousands, from the morning Tianma Ma Liang, until six or seven o'clock in the evening, the queue of people has not been broken, that day, the duck can chop the hand, now with WeChat Alipay, the matter of collecting money and making change is less, I heard that they used to go to the bank for this day, to change thousands of dollars in the bank, and count the money at night until the hand cramps! Meng Feifei said seriously.

"Then his taste must be very good!" Du Mei listened and said with some expectation.

"That's for sure, there are people who deliberately reversed a few cars to eat his ducks." Meng Feifei said as she walked.

"Xiaomei, is the army there?" Meng Feifei asked as she greeted the people in line and squeezed sideways to the window.

"Yes, yes." The girl who was called Xiaomei was chopping a duck, she said in a loud voice.

The four female generals in the counter, ranging from their twenties to their forties, look at their age and appearance, they know that they are a large family, they choose braised vegetables according to the requirements of diners, chop pieces and pack, weigh and report, collect money and change, these work has been repeated for many years, and they have trained them to respond simply, cooperate tacitly, everything seems to be orderly and orderly.

A middle-aged aunt who collected money inside happened to be free, she smiled and opened the door, let the three of them in, and did not speak, only pointed in with her hand, closed the door again, and went in to continue working.

Meng Feifei seemed to be familiar with the way, and took Du Mei and Fu Xiaoxue through an alley and into the backyard.

The backyard was much larger than the façade in front of it, and five or six stocky men were scattered, each busy, and like the women in front of him, the men were between their twenties and forties and fifties.

"Aunt Fei, you're here." A young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes saw Meng Feifei who was leading the way, and greeted him with a smile.

"You are intangible cultural heritage, and your whole family is intangible cultural heritage!" Meng Feifei laughed and scolded angrily.

"Hehe, you're an aunt." The young man smiled innocently.

"Dajun, your father and my little uncle have been separated by eight lifetimes, and they have a little bit of a twisted nephew and uncle relationship, I have nothing to do with you, I am only allowed to call me sister in the future!" Meng Feifei raised her voice, revealing a fierce look.

She is obviously in the prime of life, and she is suddenly called a generation older by a peer who is about the same age, what a terrible experience, it is like a violent beating to relieve her anger!

"Okay, Sister Fei, why are you here today?" The army scratched its head and barked shyly.

"My sister wants to do a Nanjing local duck lo-mei food program, we just went to Quanjude, I brought her to you to see, although the wine is not afraid of deep alleys, but my sister thinks that your roast duck should be tasted by more people, this is the most authentic taste of Nanjing!" Meng Feifei said excitedly, waving her arms.

"Nanjing is the most authentic, I don't dare to be the head, since my grandfather's generation, I have been the neighborhood's leader for decades, and then I recognized my relatives, and my uncle and grandmother helped a lot, and now I am ...... My sister's sister also came to do the show promotion, and I will definitely be better here in the future. "Du Dajun is a sincere person, he is honest and honest, and he speaks the same.

"Look, you're busy, and we didn't say hello and came straight to the door, so sorry to bother." Du Mei said with some embarrassment.

"It's nothing, we're like this every day, a few sisters can just watch what they want to see, and ask me too." When Du Dajun heard Du Mei say this, he hurriedly shook his hand.

"My sisters are all laymen, so you can introduce us to them." Meng Feifei said bluntly.

Du Dajun handed over the work in his hands to the others, washed his hands, and spoke with them: "Since you have been to Quanjude, you have probably seen the hot skin, coloring, air drying, and soup filling in the early stage, and I have the same here. ”

"Charcoal roasting?" Du Mei tilted his head and asked, this is exactly what Mei Zi wants to know.

In order to maintain the temperature, the duck embryo is put in at one time, and taken out after half an hour, and the furnace door can not be opened in the middle. In this way, it is better to see than to hear, and I will take you to see it. Du Dajun raised his feet and walked into a room with open doors and windows, and Du Mei and the others followed.

I saw that there were several large stoves inside, one of which was burning with prosperous charcoal, and the others were covered, and a faint crispy smell of roasting overflowed.

"Now there are such stoves, and some people use electric stoves directly, but we still think that traditional charcoal grilling tastes better and has a fruity aroma.

I listened to my grandfather tell me that in the past, I used to build a hearth with a door directly on the ground, and the bricks were very exquisite, with three upper and lower four middle and seven layers, and six or seven ducks could be roasted at a time.

Before roasting the duck, you should burn the fruit wood in the furnace in advance, and wait until the walls in the furnace are burned to gray and white, before you can put the duck embryo into it, the temperature in the furnace is high and then low, and the duck embryo can be slowly roasted and colored, during this period it is not possible to open the furnace door, which is a very test of the craftsman's grasp of the temperature.

Now that we have this thermometer, it is easier than our ancestors. Du Dajun saw Du Mei taking pictures, and said carefully.

"You have to wait half an hour for this simmer, how do you know if it's good or not?" Du Mei looked around the stove and asked suspiciously.

"There's a saying about roast duck in the oven that says, 'The duck breast is like a freshly steamed steamed bun.' This is the standard for defining good and bad, charcoal-grilled roast duck, the fire is warm but not hot, the color is uniform, and the fat loss is less, which ensures that the skin is bright and crispy, and the meat inside is white and tender. Du Dajun lost all the cramped and uneasy just now, and when he talked about the roast duck he made every day, his eyebrows fluttered.

"But I don't think your duck just has the aroma of fruit trees." Fu Xiaoxue sniffed her nose, and the aroma in the air became stronger and stronger.

"This is a newly developed product in the past ten years, we have added other nutritious ingredients such as red dates and lotus seeds to the duck's belly to make the current floral crispy roast duck." Du Dajun smiled.

"This is probably the ancestral secret recipe that cannot be revealed." Dumay quipped.

"Well, I can't really say that." Du Dajun glanced out and scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Where did you learn how to make roast duck for generations in your family?" Du Mei asked curiously.

"My grandfather said, this roast duck method is passed down from generation to generation, the big guys used to have a hard time, business is not good, now we not only have to inherit the tradition, but also to develop new products, modern people are eating tricks, no innovation can not do it." Du Dajun grinned.

"The roast duck is running out, is there any baking here?" The middle-aged aunt just now came in a hurry.

"Second aunt, there are still two minutes, these furnaces will be ready." Du Dajun looked at the instrument and said.

"Hurry up, wait ahead." The middle-aged aunt nodded at Du Mei and the others, and walked away in a breeze.

Du Dajun began to prepare the tray, and Du Mei held his mobile phone, just waiting for the furnace to be opened.

Listening to the ticking sound, Du Dajun opened the lid and hooked out the oily red roast duck with a hook, and placed it neatly on the plate, the same color and luster were attractive, and the fragrance was fragrant.

After a while, Du Mei and the three of them helped bring the cooled roast duck to the storefront, and the anxiously waiting diners couldn't wait to buy a whole one.

"Thank you, Dajun, you're busy, so we won't bother." Du Mei turned to leave.

"Wait a minute, Sister Fei, since you have come so far away, I don't have anything good, I have to bring some roast duck back to taste, otherwise my dad will scold me for not being reasonable." Du Dajun stopped Du Meidao.

"This ......," Du Mei turned his head to look at Meng Feifei.

"It's rare to come, such a delicious roast duck, you can't miss it, let's buy some and add vegetables at night." Meng Feifei nodded.

After pulling for a long time, Du Dajun said that he would not accept money from the three girls, and sent half a roast duck to them back to eat.

The three of them walked for a day, and they were really tired, so they took a taxi and returned to the downstairs of Du Mei's house.

Today, she came into contact with two kinds of roast duck at once, and Meizi wanted to use Du Mei's mobile phone to check it again and deepen her memory, so she followed them to the elevator, and Du Mei pressed to the fifth floor.

"Click" The elevator that had just closed made a loud noise, suddenly stopped, and the carriage was instantly pitch black.

"Damn, it's broken again!" Du Mei cursed softly, and then calmly found the phone under the light of Fu Xiaoxue's mobile phone flashlight and dialed it.

At the moment when the elevator broke, Meizi's eyes suddenly went dark, and she fell back into the dark whirlpool, like a lonely boat, rising and falling on the rolling sea.