Food: Taking the twins to kindergarten to be chefs

Chapter 270 Why is my shop so hot?
The afterglow of the setting sun slowly sank into the sea, and the golden light danced on the sparkling sea. As the night slowly spread, the stars began to twinkle in the sky, like pearls embedded in the night.

The young man wearing a cool peaked cap suggested: "Let's go to the most famous shrimp, soldier, crab and general food stall first..."

His friend nodded in agreement: "Okay! I have no problem!"

The two of them walked side by side, heading towards the most famous shrimp and crab seafood stall nearby.

The lights of the food stall have been turned on, and the warm yellow light shines on the signboard, making the four words "Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals" stand out in the night.

In the store, there were already tourists in twos and threes dining, with clinking glasses and laughter coming from time to time.

The landlady stood at the door, acting as a hostess.

When she saw these two young men, a bright smile immediately broke out on her face and she said enthusiastically: "You two young men, welcome! What would you like to eat?"

"Do you have fish with onion oil?" The young man wearing a cool peaked cap smiled slightly, showing his white teeth.

"Yes! Small yellow croaker with scallion oil and pomfret with scallion oil are our signature dishes. Many customers ordered these two dishes tonight and praised them for being delicious! Let me tell you, the seafood here is all fresh that day. The fish is absolutely fresh. I guarantee that you will want to come here next time." The proprietress said, waving enthusiastically for them to enter the store: "Come on, come on, please come inside..."

The two smiled and waved their hands: "Madam boss, don't worry, let us smell this first..."

As they spoke, they stood at the door of the store, closed their eyes, and took a deep breath.

Boss lady:?(．ヘ°)
What does this special meow mean?

What is smell?
She understood every word they said, but she seemed to not understand them all together...

The young man wearing a cool peaked cap and his friend were still standing at the door of the store, ignoring the confused and curious eyes of the proprietress, and continued to smell the aroma of scallion oil fish wafting from the store.

But...

I always felt that the aroma of scallion oil and fish wafting from the store was very different from what I had just smelled on the beach.

how to say!

The aroma of the scallion oil fish is rich yet fresh, elegant yet layered, as if it can penetrate directly into the throat. The smell alone is enough to make people fascinated and full of yearning.

Although the scallion oil fish in the food stall in front of me also exudes an alluring fragrance, it always feels like it lacks some indescribable essence.

No, this is not the flavor we are looking for. "The young man wearing a peaked cap shook his head, with a trace of disappointment on his face.

"Indeed, it feels different." His friend nodded in agreement, and then suggested: "How about we switch to another one?"

"Let's go, let's go to other homes..."

The two hit it off immediately, turned around and strode towards another seafood stall, leaving the proprietress standing in front of the shop with a blank look on her face.

What's going on?

What do you mean it's not the taste they're looking for?

Saying.

What flavor are they looking for?

Saying.

What are these two young people doing?

Could it be that.

Are these two young people imitating the ancient story of "painting cakes to satisfy hunger", and want to do a modern version of "smell the fragrance to satisfy hunger"?
but…

She clearly saw that they didn't bring any photography equipment, and it didn't look like they were shooting a short video...

What makes her even more confused is...

The customers who arrived later, after passing by the store entrance and smelling the aroma of scallion oil and fish wafting from the store, actually showed expressions similar to those of the two young people, and then turned around and left without hesitation...

The proprietress looked at the backs of these customers as they left, with an expression on her face that said, "I'm so confused. Open the door for me, I'm home." She murmured to herself, "What are you doing? What on earth are you doing? These people, Why do you just smell it at the door of the store and then leave? Why is my store so hot?"

As she spoke, she sniffed subconsciously, feeling that there was a vague and different scent of scallion oil and fish filling the air, which was stronger and more attractive than the scent of scallion oil and fish in her store.

Huh?
How is this going?

Is there any fish with scallion oil that is more fragrant than the one in her shop?

It shouldn't be...

She has opened a shop in this area for many years and knows the level of the chefs at other food stalls nearby. They simply cannot make such an intoxicating aroma.

So here comes the question...

What is this scent all about?
Could it be that some food stall changed its chef?

Thinking about it this way...

I think it's very possible.

This time.

She couldn't help but feel a sense of crisis in her heart.

If other food stalls really changed chefs and improved the quality of their dishes, wouldn't her business be affected?
The competition among food stalls in this area is already fierce. If she does not take measures to improve her competitiveness, she is likely to be eliminated from the market.

But after calming down, I felt that there was something fishy about this matter.

In the past few days, she had not heard about any food stalls changing chefs, nor had she seen any food stalls interviewing new chefs.

There are only a few food stalls nearby. Whenever there is any disturbance, everyone will communicate with each other, but this time there was no movement at all...

This is strange!
She has been running this food stall for many years, but she has never encountered anything strange like today.

She was determined to find out what kind of medicine was being sold in the gourd of those tourists who just smelled the aroma of scallion oil and fish in the store and then turned away.

By the way, I also wanted to inquire, have any other food stalls changed their kitchens?
So...

She made a big move: "Little Fatty, come here. Mom has something to tell you."

"Mom, why did you call me?"

The little fat man walked over slowly with a look of "desperation" on his face.

He has just entered the fifth grade of elementary school this year. He is busy with his studies on weekdays, and rarely has a chance to rest during holidays. His mother often calls him to help in the store.

Euphemistically called "earning money to marry a wife"!
But the problem is...

He wants to play, not a wife. Even if he expressed his wishes to his mother, it was of no avail. All he got in exchange was a slap in the face and a rebuttal from his mother who said, "It's okay not to earn money to marry a wife, but you have to earn tuition money."

In short, you have to do it whether you do it or not...

therefore.

His holidays are often spent busy in the store, serving food, serving wine, washing vegetables, running errands... which have become his "daily work".

Hey!
He is just a brick, moving wherever it is needed.

Today is only the first day of the National Day holiday, and he is already eager to go back to school...

"Follow those customers and take a look," the proprietress said to Xiaopang, pointing to the customers who had just left, "see where they went last and whether they went to other food stalls. By the way, also pay attention to whether there are any in other stores. What a new move.”

"Oh, I see..."

Although Xiaopang was reluctant in his heart, he did not dare to disobey his mother's order, so he could only nod and carry out this task.

At least going outside can relax a little, which is better than being busy in the store.

What are you waiting for?
Let's go in a hurry~
……

A young man wearing a cool peaked cap and his friend, whenever they step into a seafood stall, if they hear that scallion fish is being cooked in the store, they will immediately approach the store entrance and take a whiff.

As soon as they realize that the scent is not what they are looking for, they will leave without hesitation.

If the food stall is not cooking the fish with onion oil at the moment, they will take the initiative to ask: "Have you changed the chef in your store?"

Once the answer is no.

Good guy!
They immediately stuck their butts out and left.

The kind without a trace of nostalgia.

therefore.

Other tourists who were also enticed by the aroma of Huang Jun's scallion oil and yellow croaker, and came to the food stall to taste it, also silently followed behind the young couple, and then...

When the young people stopped, they stopped and watched; when the young people moved forward, they followed closely behind.

It’s just their operation...

The bosses of various seafood food stalls were immediately confused.

They all looked around.

I don’t understand what these tourists are doing, why they just smell the smell and leave, but they follow the two young people invariably.

It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other!

In all these years of opening the store, I have never seen such a strange customer who "just smells it and leaves".

If it's just one or two, forget it.

But this is the case for a large group of people, which is very unusual.

If it wasn't the same situation in every store, they would even wonder if they had offended someone, so someone would find such a group of people to scapegoat them.

Xiaopang was also confused.

He feels that the task assigned to him by his mother is a bit difficult!

But fortunately, I can be sure that other food stalls are not hiring chefs.

only…

The task is not completed yet, we have to continue to follow and observe.

The young man wearing a cool peaked cap and his friends visited several nearby food stalls, but they still could not find the aroma of scallion oil and yellow croaker that fascinated them...

So helpless and confused...

"It seems that the aroma of scallion oil and yellow croaker we just smelled did not come from these food stalls!" The friend was a little disappointed.

"You don't need to tell me, I know it's not the case." The young man wearing a cool peaked cap sighed and frowned, "Tell me, where does this fragrance come from?"

The friend spread his hands and gave him a helpless expression like "You ask me, who should I ask?" and asked without giving up: "Why don't you continue to smell the fragrance and look for it?"

As he spoke, he subconsciously sniffed hard in all directions, hoping to catch that unforgettable fragrance again.

pity…

Apart from the smell of other food in the air, the special aroma of scallion oil and yellow croaker has disappeared without a trace.

Can't smell it anymore!

He asked: "What should we do now?"

"What else can we do? Let's go back and eat skewers..." The young man wearing a cool peaked cap was not in a beautiful mood, and his heart was full of regrets, and even a little annoyed.

Other tourists also looked disappointed.

What might be done?

We can only accept this fact and return to our respective camps.

Just as they were walking back...

Wave after wave of new scents floated in from time to time, going straight to the tips of their noses, making them pause as they moved forward.

Although this aroma is not as overwhelming as the yellow croaker with scallion oil, it is still enough to make people indulge in it and arouse their appetite.

The tourists were moved.

They were almost certain that this scent must have come from the same person.

Don't ask why you are so sure.

The question is that it has the same flavor as the scallion oil and yellow croaker scent that I smelled before, and it is equally unforgettable...

But the problem is...

Where is this person who "put poison in his dinner"?
(End of this chapter)