Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"Alas, I've been shopping all morning. There are so many delicious foods, but why are there so few that I like?"

Mo Yun is a little distressed

"It feels like there's a lot of dim sum here. I'm a rice lover, and I don't think there's anything I can eat with rice."

Mo Yun touched his chin while looking for a shop

"Are we going back to the hotel again? Can Xiaoke's parents please cook for us? It tastes delicious, sweet and sour. But you'll get sick of it if you eat too much???"

"Oh, I'm still not used to this life. I've been here for several years and still haven't assimilated into a real cat."

Mo Yun became even more distressed

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"Take a look, take a look, this is authentic pickled fish. Every fish is shipped from Shen Zong. It's fresh and delicious. Don't miss it if you pass by. Come and take a look."

A waiter from a pickled fish shop in front was shouting loudly.

"Interesting. This is the first time I've heard of pickled fish in this world. I wonder how it compares to my previous life."

Mo Yun walked to the door of the store and took a look

"Hey, please come in, are you here to eat pickled fish? Our fish is absolutely fresh. I guarantee you won't want to leave after trying it once."

The waiter saw someone coming and immediately greeted

"Waiter, this is what you said is not tasty, but I want to order it!"

Mo Yun took the opportunity to say

"No problem, just come to me. Our fish is definitely the most authentic in all of Maotu."

Suddenly the shopkeeper came over and said

"Then I'll wait and see."

"Please come over here, guest. I have an order of pickled fish, please."

Mo Yun sat down and observed

"The restaurant layout is quite nice, and the waiters are quite polite. I'm just not sure how the food is."

A while

The pickled fish is on the table

"Damn, why is it white? Their pickled cabbage is really bad. Or is it just that their skills are not good enough?"

Mo Yun looked at this dish and felt a little tasteless.

"Forget it, I've already paid for it, I can't waste it, let's try it and see."

Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah!

"Damn, what the hell? It doesn't smell like pickled vegetables, how come it feels like technology? The smell of white vinegar is so strong."

Mo Yun was getting more and more distressed when she saw this dish, and her mood became bad.

"Boss, please come over here. Are you sure this dish tastes normal? It doesn't taste right to me. It's weird."

"Oh, maybe this is what it tastes like, absolutely authentic."

"No, you told me this tastes authentic, then try it yourself. I don't believe you won't spit it out."

The shopkeeper took a bite of meat with chopsticks

"No problem, my guest, I am eating well. I like the taste."

"Guest, you are not here to cause trouble, are you? I am the most authentic in all of Maotu."

"Haha, I'm looking for trouble. Look at the other pickled fish and see if they've even touched a bite. You told me this tastes authentic. You're talking nonsense."

Mo Yun angrily slammed the table and shouted

"Hey, customer, don't be anxious. Don't be anxious. How about I return it to you and make a new one?"

The shopkeeper saw that the matter had become serious and quickly lowered his head and said

"Forget it, just give me my money back. I won't eat it anymore."

Mo Yun didn't want to make a big fuss.

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"Damn, the more I think about it, the angrier I get. How could the food be that bad? It's even worse than high-tech food."

Mo Yun returned to the hotel room

"I remember I used to be able to make pickled fish. Who was I with when I went there?"

Mo Yun pondered again

"Ah, right"

Put your hands together

(Unending Dream)

The taste of memory, the beginning of love

In life's journey, there are always moments that shine like stars, illuminating our path. For me, the foodie trip with my girlfriend and the pickled fish I later made for her are two of those shining stars.

It was springtime, and my girlfriend and I decided to take a break from our busy lives and enjoy some leisure time in the countryside. We strolled along the country roads, breathing in the fresh air and feeling the embrace of nature. At lunchtime, we stopped by a seemingly unassuming restaurant, yet overflowing with fragrance. Their signature dish was pickled fish. The alluring golden pickled cabbage, the silky-smooth fish fillet, and the vibrant red broth instantly caught our eye.

We ordered a plate of pickled fish and eagerly savored it. With the first bite, the four flavors of sour, spicy, fresh, and fragrant intertwined on my tongue, like a symphony for my taste buds. At that moment, I was deeply captivated by the dish and even more moved by the wonderful time I spent with my girlfriend. I secretly vowed to learn how to make this dish and make it for her someday.

To fulfill this dream, I began searching for the secret to making pickled fish. After some inquiries, I learned that there was a master chef in town whose pickled fish was renowned far and wide, a delicacy that many people flocked to for its fame. Without hesitation, I sought him out and expressed my desire to learn.

Seeing my sincere attitude, the master chef readily agreed to take me on as his apprentice. Over the following days, I learned every step of the cooking process from selecting fish, filleting it, pickling the sauerkraut, and preparing the broth. The master chef's craftsmanship was exceptional, his selection of ingredients meticulous, and his control of the heat impeccable. Under his guidance, I gradually mastered the essence of making sauerkraut fish.

After several days of hard work, I finally had the confidence to make a pickled fish dish on my own. I carefully selected fresh fish and pickled vegetables, and followed the master chef's instructions step by step. When the bowl of delicious, fragrant, and vibrant pickled fish was placed before me, I knew this was more than just a dish; it was a profound expression of my love for my girlfriend.

I couldn't wait to bring the bowl of pickled fish to my girlfriend. Her eyes sparkled with surprise and emotion as she gazed at the delicious dish. She gently lifted a slice of fish, savored it carefully, and then revealed a satisfied and happy smile. At that moment, all my hard work and dedication had paid off.

Since then, pickled fish has become a special symbol between us. Whenever I think of that culinary adventure with my girlfriend and the pickled fish I made for her, my heart is filled with warmth and sweetness. I know this love will accompany us through every spring, summer, autumn, and winter in the future, becoming a beautiful memory we share.

This experience has also made me understand the true meaning of love more clearly: love is not just about words and expressions, but also about dedication and care in action. In the days to come, I will continue to use my hands to create more beautiful moments and keep this love full of vitality and energy.

"Anyone can cook and cut vegetables, but the most important thing is the feelings and affection. I would have let her down in my previous life."

"In this life, my goal is to protect Ah Zi. I really need to practice hard and prepare. Let's go cook tomorrow."

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