Ann shot the snail very quickly.

Unlike them, they have been filming for a long time.

She thumped twice, and the flesh parted from the shell.

Soon I got a bowl of snail meat.

At this time, there was no oil stain on the meat, and An Yu took a spoon and scooped the oil and chili peppers in the snail bowl into the bowl, rolled it a few times, and then handed it to the two old men.

"Mother-in-law, auntie, you taste the taste. If it's delicious, I'll sell it in a restaurant. ”

Grandma Fan, who was slapping the snail meat vigorously, saw so many bowls of meat, and her eyes widened instantly.

She looked at An Yuan, and then at her grandson.

Those two boys don't know how to shoot snails, and they don't dare to eat snails.

She glared at her grandson, then put the snail back into the bowl where the meat had not been photographed, and then the maid behind her saw that she had brought a towel.

"Old Madam Fan, here you go."

Grandma Fan didn't react for a while, but her grandson signaled her to take the towel.

He wiped his mouth and hands.

"Linglong, bring a basin of water and wash Mrs. Fan's hands."

When Linglong heard this, she pouted and went out.

"Here you go."

When he came back, he spoke very casually.

An Yi frowned, "Linglong!" Where did the mouth go? When you speak, your voice is so small, we young people can't hear it, how can you let Mrs. Fan, who is so far away from you, hear? ”

"Madame is angry, the slave and maid are afraid that you will have dinner, so they speak quietly."

Linglong took the basin, walked to Grandma Fan, bent down, and lifted the basin: "Old Mrs. Fan, this is fragrant pancreas, this is water." If you have oil on your hands, wipe them with the pancreas, then wipe them, and then put them in the water and wash them clean. ”

Grandma Fan nodded, but she didn't have a good memory when she was old, so she took the first step to get the towel next to the basin.

Fan Jun hurriedly stopped, and then washed his grandmother's hands step by step according to the steps the maid said just now, and then another maid came over with a towel.

"Thank you, thank you."

Grandma Fan wiped her hands, and then took the bowl and chopsticks.

"Come on, come on, let's two try the craftsmanship of Yu Huanniang." The old lady smiled and picked up a piece of snail meat, and did a long time of mental construction before taking a bite.

Instantly, wide-eyed.

Grandma Fan saw her heart pounding, it was really a sin, she knew not to bring it, and this time she made Grandma Yuyan unhappy.

"Good, delicious."

Grandma Fan is not the same as the old lady.

She thought it was delicious, and immediately greeted everyone: "Huan'er Niang, Huan'er, delicious, so delicious, everyone eat quickly." ”

"Grandma."

Fan Jun felt that his grandmother Wang Po was boasting about selling melons.

"You two boys, hurry up and taste it, Huan'er Niang is so good at cooking, this dish is really delicious, it doesn't smell like that snail, but a very fragrant and delicious dish."

Fan Jun and Yu Yan glanced at each other, and then the two of them put their chopsticks into the snail.

"Eating snails is to pat them with your hands to eat them, you twist and pinch them like this, there is no taste in eating, hurry up, you're welcome, pat them with your hands."

After the old lady finished eating the snail meat that An Yu took out, she lifted her sleeve and put several snails in the bowl: "That's it, grab it with your hands." Everyone is their own family, so you don't have to twist and pinch so much, everyone eats with an open heart. ”

"Yes."

The old lady said so, and the person who watched Grandma Fan sucking the snail just now and then patting the snail was also like that after eating the first bite of the snail.

The snails are delicious, and everyone naturally picks them up.

Stir-fried mussels are not the same as snails.

An Hui thinks that eating snails requires patting the shells of snails to have a taste, and river mussels are removed from the shells and fried.

Therefore, after eating a large plate of snails, everyone washed their hands and ate mussels and other vegetables, but the snails still remembered it.

"Mother-in-law, do you think it's okay for these two dishes to go to the restaurant?"

An Yu pointed to the fried river mussels and snails on the disc.

"Yes, you can." The old lady and Grandma Fan spoke in unison.

Fan Jun also said: "Auntie, they are all fried snails, how do you make the snails so that they are easy to shoot, and the meat is very tender?" ”

Grandma Fan slapped the back of her little grandson's hand fiercely: "It's all meat, why is the meat fried in the restaurant better than our own fried meat?" It's all a secret ingredient! If you inquire about the secret recipe, Huan'er Niang still sells it in a restaurant? If the secret recipe leaks out, is this still a specialty of the restaurant? ”

Fan Jun nodded, "Grandma, I know." ”

He just wanted to quarrel and eat it at home, but if he didn't say it, he wouldn't say it, this was a secret recipe after all.

An Yi took the remaining snails and mussels to the restaurant, and taught the chef the secret recipe.

As soon as the new dishes came out, the chef of the opposite restaurant was instantly furious.

"What's going on?"

"Why is there a new dish on the other side? Why are they so powerful? Every time we are about to defeat them, they have a new dish and deliberately oppose us, right? ”

The chef of Anjiulou is angry.

The assistant cook said cautiously: "I heard that this time they made fried snails and fried river mussels, and what kind of river mussel porridge, anyway, they added these two things to it, and then made a new dish." ”

"What?!" The chef retorted, "Do you have any brains?" What does a snail taste like? Haven't you eaten it? Just the smell of mud, the smell of stink. Who will eat it? ”

Cook: "I heard it's delicious. ”

Chef: "It's delicious, it's delicious, why don't you eat it?" Who hasn't seen a snail and who hasn't seen a mussel? Recently, it rained, we bought so many fish, plus wild vegetables, the source of customers is booming, now it's good, you told me that they have snails, there are mussels, who hasn't seen this thing? Can you believe it? Is that stuff delicious? ”

"It's delicious." The cook muttered quietly.

"What a fart! Now, find someone to go across the street and buy me a bowl and see if it's good. ”

The assistant chef took out a basket from behind him and opened it carefully: "Boss, as soon as we heard that there was a new dish on the other side, we asked people to go over and buy one back, you can taste it." ”

When the chef heard this, his eyes were cold.

But he still had a black face and asked Jean to take a picture for him to taste.

The chef carefully slapped out a snail meat, and the chef ate it for a moment, and his eyes widened instantly.

"How so?"

"It's all fried snails, why do our snails smell bad?"

The assistant chef touched his nose and whispered, "Boss, if I didn't know how to make it delicious, they wouldn't have quarreled." ”

The chef was silent.

Slowly eating the snails in the opposite building, he suddenly remembered one thing and said, "Did I ask you to find a few people to find on the other side?" ”

The assistant chef touched his nose and lowered his head: "Boss, there seems to be no shortage of people in Shanzhenlou, and he said that he has no plans to recruit people recently." ”

"Hmmm! Keep an eye on it, and if they want someone, you will find someone, and strangers will go in and find me the house. ”

"Yes."

On the other side, Shanzhen Building, An Zhen sat by the window of the restaurant and saw the people in the opposite building throwing snail shells on the ground.

"Shopkeeper Wei, what's their chef's name?!"