After retiring from the circle, the queen of Jiaoye spoiled the rich and powerful

Renault said proudly.

"Forget it, don't pay attention to the store opposite."

Renault waved his hand and said, it was a waste of him to keep people paying attention to the store opposite, but the result was nothing more than that.

What a disappointment.

Invincible is lonely!

Sure enough, none of these people deserved to be his opponent.

Lei Nuo turned his head and looked at the overcrowded guests in the distance, his figure was actually somewhat lonely and melancholy.

"Did you listen to me?"

Ji Qinghe looked dissatisfiedly at Song Weitang who kept nodding in front of him, his saliva was dry, and the other party just had this expression.

Now he completely hates iron but not steel.

Does Sister Tangtang know the seriousness of this?

Song Weitang raised his head and looked at the bright sunlight at the door.

Recently, the weather in Wei City is gradually warming up. This weather is really suitable for camping.

"Xiao Ji, we haven't had a dinner together in this shop for so long. The weather is fine recently. I'll make some braised meat and snacks. Let's go for a spring outing!"

"Okay!"

Ji Qinghe answered straight away.

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Weitang who was opposite turned around and went into the kitchen.

Ji Qinghe: ...

Sister Tangtang's dishes are so delicious, when it comes to eating, his mind starts to drool, and he completely forgets what his original intention is to do!

But don't say, I haven't eaten lo mei for so long.

Sister Tang made a move, it must be a fine product.

He started drooling again.

Song Weitang entered the kitchen. The kitchen is full of seasonings, and she selected the spices to use.

Star anise, cinnamon, tangerine peel, clove, grass fruit and a series of commonly used spices, Song Weitang's consumption of all kitchen items has reached a level that can be controlled at hand.

She grabs all the spices and puts them in a pile.

Wang Yichang came in from the door and his eyes lit up when he saw these things.

"Master, are you going to make lo mei?"

Braised vegetables can be found all over the country, but the recipes are different. The difference lies in the degree of spice matching in it.

Song Weitang nodded.

"Master, do you want me to find an electronic scale?"

Lo-mei has extremely strict requirements on these spices, and it doesn’t matter if there is more than one gram of any of them, and the final taste will be different.

Wang Yichang asked hurriedly.

"Need not."

Song Weitang shook his head.

"Master, Jubainian in Dongmen is the most famous lo-mei shop in Wei City. Their century-old braised noodles make my mouth water when I pass by on weekdays. Otherwise, let's buy some and come back for reference."

When Wang Yichang passed the previous Juba hundred years ago, he wanted to buy some and come back to taste it.

But his family also runs a gourmet restaurant anyway, and buying things from other places seems to be a bit of a sign of his own, so he has been enduring it.

Seeing Song Weitang start to study marinade today, he hurriedly said that he was doing business for his own sake.

Song Weitang turned her head and glanced at Wang Yichang.

Wang Yichang coughed and coughed twice, hey, the master is obviously so much younger than himself, but as long as he takes a look like this.

He found that his heart was lifted.

He touched his nose and laughed dryly.

"Master, I just want to try their braised meat. If you didn't ask me, I wouldn't dare to buy it."

"Go and buy some."

Song Weitang laughed, waved his hand and said.

With Song Weitang's words, Wang Yichang flew out like flying.

"Xiao Ji, do you eat spicy food?"

Song Weitang looked at the recent temperature, although the temperature gradually rose.

But the temperature is still relatively low.

If you eat it cold, it is estimated that the stomachs of the two little guys will not be able to stand it.

Before, she didn't seem to have seen hot bittern in Wei City.

So she decided to make some hot brine.

The previous pickles were a bit beyond her expectation.

But because the pickles are all handmade, it takes a certain period of time, and the previous pickles are almost sold out.

It will take some time until the next batch comes out.

As for the F national cuisine on the opposite side.

Song Weitang didn't pay attention to it at all.

In her world, Chinese cuisine swept the world.

The world judges who originally had deep opinions on Chinese national cuisine changed their impressions after tasting Chinese national cuisine.

As for country F's so-called exquisite plate arrangement, she didn't bother to pay attention to the several ingredients that were actually turned over and over again.

"eat."

Ji Qinghe at the door replied loudly.

Sister Tangtang made a lo mei, why did you ask if it was spicy or not?

The lo-mei in Weishi is mainly five flavors.

Ji Qinghe scratched his head, continued to settle the accounts, and then raised his head to look at the number of customers in his store that has gradually decreased recently and the crowd on the opposite side.

He sighed melancholy again.

After Song Weitang prepared the spices, he began to fry the sugar.

Whether the color of a pot of brine is good or not depends on whether the sugar color is good or not.

If the sugar color is tender, not only the sweetness is still there, but the color is not enough.

It will become bitter when you are old, so the color of sugar is especially important.

Song Weitang first mixed the oil, water and sugar according to the ratio, then poured it into the pot, first boiled it on high heat, and then turned to low heat to start cooking.

When the moisture is gradually reduced, it is necessary to pay attention to the heat.

After the sugar color is fried, pour down the boiled bone broth, put in the spices and start cooking.

The stewing of marinade is also extremely critical.

When Song Weitang was cooking marinade, he made small snacks by the way.

Song Weitang was very concerned about this pot of brine.

Braised mei, although compared to the F national dishes, seems too close to the people.

But it is precisely because of this that lo mei has penetrated into the homes of ordinary people.

On the other side, Wang Yichang was queuing at the gate of Jubainian.

Seeing all kinds of golden and tempting lo mei in the window, Wang Yichang felt that his saliva was about to flow out.

He usually likes to gnaw on his paws.

It has been regarded as an intangible cultural heritage of the whole Wei City and even country A for a hundred years. Their lo mei can be said to be really delicious.

The locals also like to eat. When visiting relatives and friends, they like to buy something to take with them.

But since the son of the former boss inherited Jubainian, not only the taste of Jubainian has changed, but even the marketing model has begun to change.

Jubainian is a lo-mei restaurant. In the past, customers could sit and eat in the store at will, but now Mr. Yang is determined to move Jubainian to the high-end.

Now not only do stewed vegetables, but also various stir-fried dishes and desserts.

Many old customers complained privately.

It is said that the lo mei that has gathered for a hundred years is not as delicious as before.

Mr. Yang, who was earning a lot of money, just curled his lips after hearing this, and just sold lo mei, so he couldn't make much money.

Finally arrived at Wang Yichang.

"Sir, what do you want?"

The person in charge of selling lo mei was a young and beautiful girl, dressed in a cute bunny maid outfit, and said to Wang Yichang coquettishly.

Wang Yichang's attention was all on the lo-mei, but he didn't pay much attention to the little girl, pointing to the lo-mei in the window.

"This, this, and that..."

He has been mixing the century-old lo mei for a long time, this time the master nodded and bought more at once to satisfy his cravings.

The little girl dressed as a rabbit maid responded coquettishly, and then reached out to grab the lo mei.