The so-called flowing water mat is to eat a dish, withdraw and then go on again, like flowing water constantly renewed, Luoyang is famous for water mats.

Although Zhao Ke has improved the cuisine, the way of serving the dishes is still based on the Luoyang water seat.

Dishes are often eaten up as soon as they are served, and even those picky eaters eat with relish.

The meticulous knife work can make the ingredients present a unique beauty, and take into account the deliciousness and shape.

Even some elderly people are full of praise, because with the change of the times, the water mat in Luoyang has changed its taste and become more suitable for foreign tourists.

Such as Zhao Ke, combined with traditional skills, and kneaded into new techniques, but the taste of the water mat is brought into full play, which is already an untasteable taste in Luoyang.

"Xiao Zhao, why does this bean curd meat of yours taste different from what we eat??"

I saw a new dish coming out of the pot, a boxy piece of meat, fat and thin, golden and red in color, nose and sniff, with a smell of frankincense and a mellow taste of wine.

It is said that the meat of this dish should be sliced and steamed over high heat.

But Zhao Ke is different, it is a boxy piece of meat, half the size of a palm, and the women who are in charge of serving the dishes around him look confused.

"Hehe, wait a minute!"

Zhao Ke raised his head and smiled, took out a cotton thread, and gently crossed the flesh, and saw that the cotton thread was easily buried in the meat, without the slightest obstruction, and he felt that even if it was a piece of tender tofu, it might not have this softness.

What's even more commendable is that after Zhao Ke divided it with cotton thread, the meat pieces still maintained their original appearance, and the boxy shape has never changed.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought that Zhao Ke had never been divided at all.

But as the dish was served, the chopsticks gently picked up a piece, and suddenly a piece of meat was clamped, each slice as thin as a cicada's wing, red and white, and even became transparent under the light.

When you put it in your mouth, it melts in your mouth, soft and smooth, full of fleshy fat, fragrant but not chai, fat but not greasy, and makes people want to swallow their tongues together.

The most important thing is that this meat, I don't know if it's pork or beef, has a faint sweetness in it, and many people have never eaten such a delicacy.

Add it to the lotus leaf-shaped cake, and when you take a bite, the firm texture and the aroma of the meat make your face full of satisfaction.

Zhao Ke's side was almost finished, and the remaining dishes were naturally handed over to Luo Qing to be responsible, all of them were soup and water, and there was no technical content, which was enough for Luo Qing.

Sitting on the chair, Zhao Ke took out a cigarette stick, put tobacco on the bar, and looked at the mouths of the people eating with oil, and eating all the dishes they made.

"Come on, come on, finale!"

At this time, the old man called the flower chicken and it was also baked, and it was black and ...... No! It was the silt that wrapped the whole chicken, and after repeated roasting, the hammer struck.

Listening to the sound of "click", the black mud shell cracked, and after tearing it open, I saw that the whole chicken had not yet shed its hair.

With a wave of fingers, the chicken feathers on it and the mud shell fell off directly.

The skin of the chicken, with a layer of light yellow, is torn by hand, accompanied by a special agarwood that instantly permeates the surroundings, and most importantly, some people find that the fragrance of each chicken is not quite the same.

For example, the chicken here has a very delicious mushroom aroma.

The chicken at the next table has a faint smell of wine.

The smell of chicken on each table is different, attracting a burst of surprise from everyone, and when you put it in your mouth, the chicken is soft and delicious, and when you suck it, the meat on the chicken leg falls off the bone directly.

"It's delicious, it's seafood!"

"This is chili pepper, it's very fragrant!"

Some people even change the table to eat, there are various flavors, and many people find that some chicken tastes and tastes very suitable for their own taste.

Changing to eat, there is a feeling of life (body) flavors.

The old man turned around and sat next to Zhao Ke, except that he did not hold a cigarette stick in his hand, but carried his own small silver kettle, not two sips.

But his demeanor was exactly the same as Zhao Ke's, half-squinting, looking at these neighbors, the chicken on the plate that was divided among each other, and the ruddy and full face showed a satisfied smile.

Some people came over with wine to say goodbye to the old man, and some people stepped forward a little reluctantly.

It's been so many years, some young guys have grown up rubbing their backs by the old man, and now they have sons, after tonight, this street will be demolished, and the neighbors for more than ten years will be over, and it's a little sigh to think about.

"Uncle Mazi, you pay more attention to your body in the future, it's almost the New Year, and I will give you a birthday in advance."

The old man smiled and nodded, took a sip of the liquor in his hand, and patted the young man on the shoulder, this pat, the painful young man grinded his teeth, and the old man's body bones obviously didn't know how many times stronger than his little white face.

"Okay, well, exercise more in the future and eat less chili peppers."

The young man was stunned for a moment, not knowing how the old man knew that he liked to eat chili peppers, but he didn't take it to heart, grinned, and turned around to say goodbye to the old man.

"Mazi, oops, I used to say that you were a cook, but I didn't expect you to really have a hand, I knew that you were so delicious to cook, I came to you every day to drink!"

A middle-aged man stepped forward and raised the wine glass in his hand, as if he was very familiar with the old man, and at a glance he was a frequent customer of the old man.

"Now there's a chance!"

When the old man heard the drink, his eyes lit up, and he raised the silver wine jug in his hand, which frightened the middle-aged man's face and waved his hand again and again: "There is a chance, there is a chance!"

Just kidding, no one in the whole neighborhood knows that the old man's alcohol consumption and the spirits he brewed himself are exactly as terrifying as the old man's physique.

In the bathhouse, many people occasionally take two sips after washing.

But if anyone finds the old man to accompany the wine, it is estimated that he will not have to go home today.

Someone secretly tasted the old man's wine, but when he took a sip, he was directly so refreshed that he doubted his life.

From then on, if anyone can't think about it, go to the bath, wash it, bring a bottle of Lao Baigan, a stack of peanuts, and drink it with the old man, and there will be no worries.

It's not just that the old man is drunk, the key is that the old man can talk and talk, he has been all over the world, punching the old hairyman, kicking the old hooligan, everything has been encountered, two or three sentences, unconsciously let you drink unconscious.

So much black history is here, who dares to fight with the old man, the middle-aged man waved goodbye and left.

As soon as he walked on his front foot, he saw the old man glance back at Zhao Ke and snickered: "He's garlic-flavored!" ”

Zhao Ke: "........."

"Mazi, I've moved, I'm going to live in Jiulongding, you can come and see me often!"

An old lady, supported by her children and grandchildren, said goodbye to the old man, her cloudy eyes were cloudy, she took the old man's hand, and said reluctantly.

Everyone else was happy to say goodbye, but the old lady's children and grandchildren were all red, and they didn't know why, and they were panicked.

"Good, good!"

The old man stood up, patted the old lady's hand, took out a candy box from his bosom, and handed it to the old lady.

"If you miss me, eat one, and when you're done, I'll go to you!"

Seeing the sugar box handed by the old man, the old lady's eyes turned red, and she wiped her tears with her hand: "I'm afraid I won't be able to finish eating!" ”

"Yes! Didn't we even make an appointment to go square dancing! ”

"Yes, I'll go when it's warm, I'll wait for you!"

The old lady's affectionate eyes made the faces of the children and grandchildren on the side darken for a while.

It's just that the father and son took into account that the old man in front of him stood up, more than one meter and eight meters tall, and a strong gada meat.

In the end, he chose to keep his head down and honestly send his old lady home.

"Master, your concubine!"

Zhao Ke hid behind and asked, how do you know that the old man turned around and gave Zhao Ke a brain, shook his head and said, "What are you talking nonsense!" ”

After speaking, the old man suddenly thought of something, turned his head, and grinned at Zhao Ke: "She is osmanthus flavored." ”

Zhao Ke: "Convex (艹)"

People came to say goodbye one after another, and the tables, dishes and chopsticks were also cleaned up.

Until two o'clock in the morning, Luo Qing held up his body like a dead dog, sent everyone away, and closed the door.

The old man was already drunk, and once again occupied Zhao Ke's room, snoring loudly.

"You're tired from a day, go to sleep, I'll clean up the rest!"

Zhao Ke patted Luo Qing on the shoulder, and unexpectedly asked Luo Qing to go back to sleep.

For the little junior brother who has always been oppressed by Zhao Ke, Zhao Ke's actions simply made Luo Qing unable to believe his ears.

Seeing that Luo Qing was still in a daze, Zhao Ke's eyes flashed, revealing a ghostly light, and he showed a ghost, and then Luo Qing went to sleep strangely.

After Luo Qing left, Zhao Ke took a deep breath, stood up, and poured the leftovers into the vat.

Rubbing his forehead, he said in his heart: "The sins you have done have to be repaid by yourself after all!" ”

I saw that Zhao Ke immediately called out the butcher's box, and without waiting for this guy to speak, he kicked it up and scolded: "Idiot, it's time to eat!" ”

After Zhao Ke finished speaking, he lifted the vat and poured all the leftovers inside into the butcher's box in one go.