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

"what are you doing!"

Without even thinking about it, Wang Yichang yelled out loud!

This is lo mei!

When you make food, like this kind of cold dishes, first try to use tools as much as possible. If you don’t have any tools, you should also wear gloves, just reach out and grab them.

Wang Yichang was originally fierce, so he stared at the little girl like this.

The little girl trembled with fright, and the chicken paw fell off her hand.

"What are you doing to the little girl? It looks like the little girl is scared...!"

A voice came from behind Wang Yichang.

When Wang Yichang turned around, he saw a few young men who were squinting and looking at the little girl with distressed expressions.

Wang Yichang: ...

He suddenly realized that something was wrong.

What's the matter in the previous Jubainian, the people who were in charge of selling the lo-mei were all the old employees of Jubainian, because the neighbors and locals who bought the most lo-mei were the neighbors and locals.

For these guests who often come to take care of business.

Almost all the century-old employees of Juju know each other.

"Xiao Wang, why didn't your mother come today, her rheumatism is better!"

"Old Xu, you should eat less offal, isn't your three highs very serious."

And now...

Wang Yichang looked around. This line of people was basically men.

And the young girl in charge of selling lo-mei didn't even know the variety of lo-mei, so she just shook her hands, shook her head, and made some cute movements.

This……

Where is this selling lo mei?

With a serious face, Wang Yichang finally bought the several kinds of lo-mei he wanted.

He couldn't wait to pick up one of them and take a bite.

"I bother……"

Wang Yichang only took one mouthful, and then spit it out.

This is completely different from the Jubai in his memory.

The marinated claws are hard and tasteless, and the fishy smell of chicken and duck is all over the claws, and there is a sour and astringent taste that is not easy to find after biting down.

Jubainian uses century-old brine, which is obviously a problem with the preservation of the old brine.

This brine is no longer necessary.

"Hey, Brother Wang, you didn't go out to buy some century-old lo mei, why did you come back empty-handed?"

As soon as Ji Qinghe at the door raised his head, he saw Wang Yichang who came back empty-handed. He couldn't help but look left and right, and only saw Wang Yichang's two empty hands.

"do not talk……"

Wang Yichang sighed, thinking of his lo mei, it was Qi Qiran.

"I can't eat it, and I won't be able to eat it in the future."

Wang Yichang sighed, the century-old lo-mei family will not be able to eat it in the future.

A hundred years of gathering can be said to have accompanied the growth of ordinary people in Wei City.

Thinking of it, Wang Yichang felt a little sad.

"It's okay, Sister Tangtang is also making lo mei, so we can just eat what Sister Tangtang makes."

Ji Qinghe waved his hand and said.

"Different……"

Wang Yichang sighed, and said with some melancholy.

The lo mei that has been gathered for a hundred years, used to be bought by the family for the New Year, but now the taste has changed, no, it should be said that the taste will change in the future, and I will never eat it again.

Because of this matter, Wang Yichang was depressed all afternoon.

There are not many customers in the afternoon, and many of them are regular customers.

One of them, Mr. Ding, came here almost every day since he first came to a small shop.

Every time Mr. Ding came, he ordered a pot of tea, and then sipped tea there slowly. He has a bad temper and always quarreled with his children at home, so in order not to be annoying, he just hung out every day.

He used to watch people play chess at the east house, and watch writing at the west house. Since he moved to the film and television city once, he found a small shop.

Mr. Ding doesn't go anywhere now, and sits in the small shop every afternoon, ordering a pot of tea, and sometimes ordering a few small snacks, which is very pleasant.

"dad……"

At this moment, the phone rang.

Mr. Ding's son's voice came from the phone.

Mr. Ding held the phone away from his ear, and responded angrily.

"Dad, your old comrade-in-arms, Uncle Jia, is here. Where are you? I'll bring him over to find you."

Mr. Ding's son's tone is a little irritable. He and his father have a typical life routine, and the three views are not compatible. It's not that he doesn't love his father, but he doesn't know why. Anyway, as long as they are together, they will quarrel.

He is engaged in software design, and often stays up late to work, and his father keeps talking about it.

"I'm here in the film and television city, you can bring Lao Jia to find me."

Mr. Ding said hurriedly.

"Film and TV city, I heard that there is a country-F restaurant opened there, the taste is very good, and it just so happens that it's time for dinner, so let's invite Uncle Jia to eat there."

"How delicious are the dishes of country F? Those foreign dishes, just a few things over and over again, boil some potatoes and add some salt, they are not as delicious as our country A dishes. We will eat A country dishes at noon today."

Mr. Ding immediately denied it.

Mr. Ding's son just rolled his eyes a few times, that's it, look, the old man probably never tasted F national cuisine in his life, so he directly denied it to others.

He was studying in country F at the beginning. To be honest, the cuisine of country F is far superior to that of country A, no matter the environment of the restaurant or the beauty of the food.

Uncle Jia has been friends with his old man for decades, and it is rare for him to come to Wei City. Of course, he should pay attention to it. The old man always feels that people all over the world like to eat roadside stalls as much as he does.

"Dad, Uncle Jia is now the boss of several companies, so please be careful when you invite him to eat."

"Why didn't I pay attention, Lao Jia and I have been friends for a lifetime, what kind of person he is, I don't know, we don't like your fancy things, we like to eat meat and drink tea."

When Mr. Ding heard his son's words, he blew his beard and stared angrily, and began to slap the table.

Mr. Ding's son on the other end of the phone twitched his lips.

"Forget it, I'll take Uncle Jia there first."

Mr. Ding's son didn't want to argue with his old man on the phone, so he hung up the phone.

What he wanted was to directly book the restaurant in Country F over there, and when the time comes, the old man will always have nothing to say.

"Uncle Jia, my dad will wait for you, let's go there quickly."

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Ding's son shouted.

Mr. Ding picked up the cup in front of him angrily, and took a sip.

The original restless mood was soothed.

The long-lasting fragrance of tea has a gentle aroma, as if it instantly extinguished the flame in the bottom of my heart.

Mr. Ding leaned back, hey, it's still comfortable here.

"Uncle Ding."

Mr. Ding closed his eyes and meditated, and suddenly heard someone calling him.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw Song Weitang standing in front of him.

"Tangtang, what's the matter?"

As regular customers in the store, they all know Song Weitang, Mr. Ding asked with a smile.

"Uncle Ding, I have made some new lo mei, and I want to give it to you to try."

"Lo mei!"

Mr. Ding frowned slightly, he never liked to eat internal organs.