Seeing the four small cups coming up, the old diners at the two tables put down their chopsticks and turned to look at Meng Shitong's table, as if they were expecting something
Feng Ruoruo found that her grandfather and grandparents were all watching, and she couldn't help feeling very strange. She looked over at the table of uncles and aunts over there, and quietly asked Grandma Liu who was nearest.
"Grandma Liu, what are you all looking at?"
Old Mrs. Liu reached out and took Feng Ruoruo into her arms, and whispered to the little girl, "Grandpa and grandma are watching. What kind of expressions will those uncles and aunts have when they open the lid?"
Feng Ruoruo was even more puzzled: "What kind of expression would that be? Why do I have to look at their expressions?"
Old Mrs. Liu gently smoothed the little girl's hair and said, "Don't worry, you'll see it soon. It's very interesting."
Meng Shitong looked at the small bowl in front of her. She had to say that this was the first time she had seen such exquisite dishes served in small bowls, especially in such an unprepossessing little restaurant.
Before opening the lid, Meng Shitong unexpectedly glanced behind her and saw that the elderly people at the two tables were looking at her.
From the expectant eyes and confident smiles of the elderly people at the two tables, Meng Shitong vaguely read something unusual.
Meng Shitong stared at the small bowl in front of her again and couldn't help thinking: Are the dishes here really that unique
Thinking of this, Meng Shitong and her friend reached out their hands and gently opened the lid of the small cup in front of them.
The moment the lid was opened, there was certainly no golden light shooting up into the sky, and it was impossible for a snow-white lion to really jump out.
A wisp of green smoke rose from the small cup, drifting into everyone's nose along with the fragrance.
As far as the eye can see, there are green leaves, small red flowers, and a large snow-white meatball, and finally two distinct colors of soup separated by the meatball.
Is it beautiful? The color combination is really good. Although it is not amazing, it has its own charm.
When Meng Shitong looked at it carefully, her companion couldn't help but mutter, "It doesn't look that new, but it costs 60 for just this one?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Old Zhang said bluntly: "You are lucky to be able to eat it for 60 yuan. If you come another day, you may not be able to eat it."
Old Mrs. Liu waved her hand and said, "Mr. Zhang, that's not right. Catfish isn't hard to buy now, but wild ones are rare. I wonder if Yifan's fish won't taste any worse if it's not wild?"
Old Zhang immediately said, "That's different, of course. Anyway, I think this dish is definitely worth 60 yuan."
Meng Shitong's companions, after hearing what the old men said, also showed an expression of dissatisfaction behind their backs.
Meng Shitong smiled at her companions and said, "Okay, let's try it. Boss, this lion's head is indeed unique. These two colors of soup may be even better."
After saying that, Meng Shitong no longer hesitated, picked up the spoon that came with the small bowl, gently cut into the white and tender lion head, scooped out a piece and put it into her mouth along with the golden soup.
My classmates at the same table also scooped out a piece and put it in their mouths.
After a brief silence, Meng Shitong and her friends' eyes widened instantly, each of them with an expression of disbelief on their face, and also a look of amazement.
Afterwards, several people did not stop at all and ate the lion's head in the small bowl one spoonful at a time.
At the end of the meal, he didn't want to waste even a drop of the soup, so he picked up the small bowl and drank all the soup in it.
Feng Ruoruo stared at the uncles and aunts, watching them wolf down the food, not even wanting to let go of the last drop of soup. The little girl also widened her eyes in disbelief.
Then the little girl turned her head to look at the grandparents around her and found that everyone had a matter-of-fact expression on their faces.
Grandma Liu said softly to the stunned Feng Ruoruo: "Ruoruo saw it, didn't the uncles and aunts have very interesting expressions?"
Little Feng Ruoruo looked at it carefully, and then asked in a low voice: "Grandma Liu, they ate it so cleanly that Daddy and Mommy didn't even need to wash it."
The little girl's words stunned everyone at first, and then the old diners at the two tables couldn't help laughing.
Amid the laughter of the old diners, Meng Shitong and the others took a look at the small bowls and saw that every one of them had been eaten up cleanly.
Thinking of the little girl's words, the group of people suddenly felt ashamed.
Meng Shitong quickly calmed down, turned her head to look at the elderly people at the two tables, stood up and asked respectfully: "Old man, why does this lion head taste like this..."
For a moment, thinking back on the taste of the lion's head, Meng Shitong was at a loss for words and didn't know how to describe it.
Old Zhang smiled and said, "Why is it so delicious, isn't it?"
Meng Shitong could only nod: "It's really delicious."
Old Mrs. Liu asked, "Can you tell what the lion's head is made of?"
"What is it made of?" Meng Shitong turned around and looked at her friends and found that they were all confused and indeed couldn't tell what the ingredients were.
Old Zhang shook his head and said, "It's a waste. I didn't even taste it. This is the ginseng fruit fed to Zhu Bajie."
When Feng Ruoruo heard what Grandpa Zhang said, the little girl immediately said, "Grandpa Zhang, don't curse me. Auntie is so beautiful, how could it be Zhu Bajie?"
Originally, Meng Shitong and others were somewhat unhappy with what Old Zhang said, but after little Feng Ruoruo stood up and said something, they suddenly felt that it was nothing. The way everyone ate just now was indeed no better than Zhu Bajie eating the ginseng fruit.
Old Mrs. Liu smiled and said, “If what we said is right, we are all civilized people and we are not allowed to curse.
In fact, the lion's head is made of catfish meat paste and tofu. The key is to simmer the tofu catfish lion's head soup, and the golden and white soup that goes with it, which brings out the deliciousness of the catfish. "
After listening to the introductions from the old diners, Meng Shitong and his friends finally understood how particular a dish can be.
Looking back at the dish, it really had all the "color, aroma, taste, meaning and shape" features. Looking back now, it's really worth it to only sell it for 60 yuan.
Old Zhang added at the end: "What you are eating today is made from wild catfish, which is even fresher. Next time you want to eat it, you have to see if the boss in the kitchen can buy it."
After watching and listening for so long, the guests at the two tables next to them finally couldn't help but start shouting.
"Madam boss, we also want to order the lion's head that they eat."
"Madam boss, let's order one too."
Hearing the guests at both tables yelling, Feng Ruoruo decisively stepped out of Grandma Liu's arms and said, "No more, Dad said there are only four left, and they were eaten by these uncles and aunts."
The girl's words made Meng Shitong and the others feel a little proud. The guests at the other two tables regretted that they did not act decisively.
However, a dish of "fried eel paste" served at another table soon opened the eyes of the table next to them.
Especially when Feng Yifan pushed a small can of hot oil and poured oil on that table in front of them, with a "sizzling" sound of the hot oil, the aroma filled the air and was really tempting.
Seeing this, Meng Shitong couldn't help but exclaimed: "The fried eel paste here is so authentic. Fried oil, fried oil, it's all about listening to the sound. This is the sixth taste in addition to the legendary 'color, fragrance, taste, meaning and shape'."
The old diners looked at each other in bewilderment. Old Zhang praised Meng Shitong: "I never knew that your little girl, who is not that old, knows how to eat."
Next, dishes from several tables were served one after another. It can be said that every dish was truly amazing from the appearance to the taste. The taste was so good that every diner wanted to lick the top of the plate.
The small restaurant was filled with the aroma of delicious food. Although business was not booming, every diner who came out had a satisfied smile on their face.
Little Feng Ruoruo was very happy. She didn't know whether the business was booming or not, but she knew that many customers came today. Grandpa's restaurant was very lively, and everyone enjoyed Dad's dishes.
In this way, as long as Dad doesn't leave, little Feng Ruoruo can call him "Dad" in the future.