"Eunuch Shao? You have been the hardest these days, eat more." Shao Dawei has a good temper and cannot say that he is just a self-cooked person and can get along with anyone. Luo Ling's impression of him has changed a lot and took the initiative to pick up food for him.

"I am taking the salary of our factory and doing the work of your factory. Qin Dong, give me the subsidy for lost work, one hundred a day," Shao Dawei was not grateful. He ate fish fillets in his mouth, but looked at Luo Ling, "Empress Dowager, I heard that you love to drink Tianjin soy milk? One day you will appreciate your face, I will grind it for you personally."

"How can you be so embarrassed... You have to play a big shot and grind soy milk again. Are you busy?" Luo Ling smiled and grabbed another piece of the Nine-Turn Large Intestine for him.

"I'm so busy, who's the one who serves the people..." Shao Dawei put his large intestine into his mouth, took another sip of beer, and looked intoxicated, "Oh, if it were your dry beer, it would taste even more amazing..."

Shao Dawei loves to eat sweet and sour mouth, but this nine-turn large intestine does not do this... "Waiter!" Qin Dong waved with a smile.

The waiter trotted over, first looked up and down at Qin Dong, and then asked, "Comrade, have you eaten the Nine-Turn Large Intestine?"

"I grew up eating the nine-turn large intestines in my childhood." Qin Dong smiled, rubbing the beer bottle caps in his hand and making a rustling sound.

"Okay, then I'll tell our master that he is not here today, and the third apprentice will take charge." The waiter was just right.

"Can you please call him over?" Qin Dong was very polite.

"Are you a Shanhai?" Qin Dong was tall and angular, so the waiter walked away with a smile, "I heard that he was a Shanhai, and the smell of green onions was full of green onions."

Mountains and seas?

The chef really ran over from the kitchen, "What, are you having a problem eating our Nine-Turn Large Intestine?"

"Huohou is not home." Qin Dongdao.

"Are you an expert?" The chef's face would be bad. If he had a big spoon in his hand, he could have a sudden attack on Qin Dong.

"The expert can't talk about it, so I'll eat." Qin Dong slapped the bottle cap on the table.

Hey……

The waiter was happy, "Do you think we are talking to you for crosstalk?"

"Then show us your skills." The chef was dissatisfied, "You get home, I'll call you a master."

"Don't," Qin Dong smiled and walked towards the kitchen. "The master dares not be a master, because he is not as senior as he is. This table is free."

Shanhai cuisine is the most comprehensive, difficult and most skillful dish. "The intestines should be washed, cooked, fried, and fried, and cooked. When cooking, the heat should not be too high, and the dirt smell should be retained..."

Qin Dong lifted the freshly cooked large intestine and picked up the spoon. When several chefs in the kitchen looked at it, they saw that they were experts from the gesture of holding the spoon.

He spooned a spoonful of soy sauce on his spoon and sprinkled it on the large intestine, "Put some soy sauce while it's hot."

Several chefs looked at each other, let alone, they were really the same as the master's skills.

Fry and color, leave a little base oil in the pot, stir-fry the scallion and ginger slices, then add the large intestine, then add soy sauce, rice wine and stir-fry, pour rice vinegar, appropriate amount of hot water, sugar-colored water, add sugar, and boil over high heat, and boil for about ten minutes to taste...

When the soup becomes less and a little sticky, stop the juice from over high heat.

"Cinnamon powder, Amomum villoss powder," Qin Dong's hand was not slow at all. He hooked a little wet starch and drizzled it with a little pepper oil. "You can get out of the pot after a while, sprinkle coriander..."

"Everyone, how about my Fire Lord?"

Qin Dong said, but refused to give in. He picked up a large intestine and put it in his mouth.

Several chefs half-believed and half-doubtedly picked up a large intestine, "Hey, don't say it, I'll make the same taste as the master." One chef was very surprised.

Qin Dong smiled, "What, I'm eating this table for nothing."

Several chefs pulled their faces down as soon as they heard this, "What, are you here to play the game? Or are you trying to smash our job?"

He raised the kitchen knife and weighed the rolling pin. The chef did the business of a white knife and a red knife. They all had a very hot temper.

Gao Hu, Zeng Liwei and other people were not willing to be happy, and they started to squat.

"The master is here."

One sentence or four words immediately made the tense atmosphere in the kitchen stop, and a fat man flew in before he even entered the door.

"Who is this? I'm afraid of life. I dare to come and smash my place..."

Qin Dong turned his head and was amused. A fat man's scalp was ashen. He was wearing a fat and shaved sweatshirt and holding a small purple clay teapot in his hand.

"You are right? Have you eaten the Nine-Turn Large Intestine?" Fatty man's words were straight and round, so he almost smashed the teapot in his hand on Qin Dong's head.

"Eat often." Qin Dong smiled.

"I've seen a pig run and make pork head meat? No one in Tianjin has shown off to me," the fat man took the plate, "My school has the nine-turn large intestine and is another way. Alas, this color is still like that..."

The Jiuzhuan Large Intestine is a famous dish of mountains and seas. Its reputation is no less than that of sea cucumbers with onions. Mountain and sea dishes are mainly salty and fresh. The taste of this dish is superior to the sum of all the flavors in mountain and sea dishes, which is a bit like the combination of Sichuan cuisine, but the techniques and ingredients are still very mountain and sea.

"I'll try it," the fat man glanced at Qin Dong, put a piece of the nine-turn large intestine into his mouth. The taste was salty, sweet, sour, numb and slightly spicy, with a strong aroma of spices. The overall taste was very strong. At first, various flavors followed one after another at the mouth, and finally the fat fragrance of the large intestine stirred from the bottom layer and rushed onto the tip of his tongue...

The fat man's mouth slowly stirred, and finally his throat moved. At this point, a successful chewing was over!

"Hey, Master, what's wrong with you?" The apprentice found something was wrong, so he quickly picked up the rag on the stove and handed it over. The fat man actually burst into tears.

He didn't think it was dirty, and took a rag to wipe the corners of his eyes, "Damn it, this is Chunhelou's way," he suddenly looked at Qin Dong, "Who are Chunhelou Qin Shihuang?"

Qin Shihuang?

All the guys that the disciples were holding just now were put aside.

"Uncle Master..." Qin Dong was also a little moved for a moment.

"Hey," the fat man was stunned, and then he smiled all over his face, "What did I say? No one else can do such authentic intestines..." He came over and hugged Qin Dong, "Have you grown up so old? When I got married, I was hospitalized. Your father-in-law called me. I regret it. When will this surgery be done?..."

He is Qin Shihuang's junior brother Li Jiacun.

"Listen, my eldest nephew, the descendant of my senior brother Qin Shihuang," Li Jiacun wiped his tears, "My eldest nephew, my own nephew, if I had known you came to Tianjin, why would I come to see me... Alas, let me take a good look, as tall as your father, and taller than your father..."

My eldest nephew is here, so naturally I need good wine and food to entertain.

Luo Ling discovered that this was simply a middle-aged version of Shao Dawei, who could eat, drink and speak, and his mouth was so sloppy.

"It seems that a policeman who can't be a cook is not a good policeman, and a cook who can't cook cannot be a crosstalk actor. Tonight, call your uncle..."

"The chef who can't cook can't say crosstalk..." Qin Dong finally took the time to insert a mouthful.

"The chef's group is full of talents. Your father-in-law changed from a chef to a public security officer. Xiaojin wanted to go to a theater school but failed. He wanted to make clay people, but he didn't accept him. He learned a lot of cooking skills, but he was transferred to the Quyi Troupe."

Li Jiacun poured beer for Qin Dong, "If you have something to do in Tianjin, come to me, on the ground in Tianjin, don't talk about anything else, but my words work even if I eat and drink..."

"Uncle Master, there is something really wrong. I'll bother you..."
Chapter completed!