1173: C1173 The Northeastern Pickles

C1173 The Northeastern Pickles

It's a big pot. Sir System put up a sign on the side, 'Today, I'll only make shredded melons. '

Someone explained from the side, "Sir Thunderlord's pickled vegetables are one of the best in Shenyang, no, it's the same in the entire three northeast provinces!"

His thumb stood up!

The sweet potato was cut into bold rolling knife pieces. It was thrown into the big iron pot and exploded in one go.

It was different from how an ordinary chef would blow up a potato first and then hang the paste.

The combination of two steps was completed in one go. This method was called sewage at the bottom of the oil.

The upper part of the wok was fried, and the sugar at the bottom was stir-fried. Slivers of the sugar drifted upwards, and the chef relied on his superb skills of flipping the spoon to wrap the sugar paste.

The old man, Thunderlord, wore a small red cap and was not smiling or smiling. It could also be seen that his eyebrows were relaxed and his eyes carried a gentle light.

Using the sediment at the bottom of the oil, he pulled out silk melons from the pot very quickly, one pot at a time.

A total of twenty servings could be produced.

Each person would only need ten yuan to get the quantity of a paper bag.

Even if it wasn't a lot, it was definitely not a small amount.

Compared to the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion, the amount was still not small.

The sweet clothing hanging on the surface of the paya was like agate. It was sparkling and translucent, sparkling under the streetlights.

Yang Soong couldn't help but ask for a portion. He picked it up and picked up the shredded melon. It was actually a meter long, and he was quite surprised that he hadn't seen it before.

He really didn't expect that in the northeast, the pickled melon at a roadside snack stall was actually better than the chef at a four-star hotel.

Yang Soong put away the pickled melon and ate it with cold water on the side.

It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, fragrant and sweet. The thin layer of sugar turned into slag, wrapped around soft and sticky melons, the crispness of the sugar clothing, and the softness of the melons. The two flavors blended together and were extremely delicious.

Everyone ate with relish.

Yet, there was a new couple who wanted to cause trouble.

"How can a pickled potato use a rolling knife? It's too big, I can't eat anything with my mouth - -" The woman's thick makeup was like a panda's, her eyelashes were like spider legs, and her voice was so coy that it gave goosebumps all over her body.

Her boyfriend, on the other hand, was wearing a suit. It was just that his suit was wrinkled: "Old man, make a small one with my baby, quick!"

In the era of phone payment, this kid actually took a picture of a hundred dollars.

Only one.

The old man, the Thunderlord, waved his hand.

He didn't want to take it.

"Hey, old man, this is pink. Are you blind? Selling it to us will earn you a lot. Do you understand the price of ten times?"

The old man still shook his head. He just didn't want to earn this money.

"Don't be shameless when you give us face. Be careful that I'll smash your lousy stall!"

There were hoodlums everywhere in the north, south, east, and west.

"Don't bully Grandpa Thunderlord!" The one who spoke righteously was a pretty girl with a red scarf. She had a ponytail and glared angrily at the hoodlum.

"Where did this stupid girl come from? Get lost, or I'll beat you up!"

"You're not allowed to bully people!" This time, it was a group of red scarves. From the first grade to an unknown age, more than ten primary school students, big and small, were furious.

"Grandpa Thunderlord sells pickled melon. If you like it, then buy it. If you don't like it, then don't buy it. It's not right to scold someone. You just threatened a girl. How shameless. Do you know you're wrong?"

Being taught a lesson by a group of primary school students, the hooligan was dumbfounded.

"You're really useless. How can you be afraid of a few primary school students?" The panda face pretentious girl went to scold again: "Get lost, or I'll go to your school to file a complaint. "

"The teacher taught us to distinguish between black and white, to know good and evil. We didn't do anything wrong, so we're not afraid that you'll complain. If you scold people or bully Grandpa Thunderlord, we'll call the police and find the police uncle to reason with. "

Speaking of calling the police, The couple finally panicked and instantly became frightened.

The red-capped Elder Thunderlord smiled and bowed to the students.

He didn't say anything.

"Grandpa Thunderlord, don't be afraid. We'll protect you. The bad guys won't come again. "

He was very happy and laughed silently.

Only now did Yang Soong realize that he couldn't speak.

No wonder. . .

And these students all knew what was going on. They were rushing to drive out the bad guys in front of the old man.

The Thunderlord Old Man was going to give every primary school student some pickles.

"No need, grandpa, this is enough. "

"My mom said that she would give someone a rose hand to leave some incense. I don't know what she meant, but now I know. We are very happy to be able to help grandpa. "

The group of primary school students laughed and laughed. The smiles on their faces were as sweet as sweet pickles.

Yang Soong also laughed foolishly.

Sure enough, the flowers of this year's motherland were all very good.

Yang Soong still wanted to pack two large portions and give it to Tie Zhu's family to taste.

However, he still couldn't find a noble student. He didn't know where he had run off to.

He could only continue to walk forward.

There seemed to be a different sound coming from the alley not far away.

One of the voices was exceptionally familiar.

"Kid, I've already asked around. You're the son of a high-speed rail pillar. If your parents offend me, you have to apologize for them!"

"Give your Uncle Wu two kowtows. Also, say that I admit my mistake on behalf of my insensible parents!"

Yang Soong sped up his footsteps and rushed over.

Wu Chuang brought the two of them and restrained his nobility.

"Nonsense, it's obvious that you're being unreasonable. Even the police have arrested you!"2

"F * ck you! Why are you still scolding me?!" Wu Chuang raised his hand and was about to slap him when Yang Soong happened to arrive. Yang Soong grabbed his arm and threw him out. Next, he kicked the two subordinates away and supported Noble. "Are you hurt?"

Noble's head was covered in sweat. His shoes were covered in mud, so Wu Chuang should have just caught him.

"I'm hurt, my heart is hurt!" Before the noble man could stand up, he was about to kick Wu Chuang, but was stopped by Yang Soong. "Kid, don't fight. "

"They hit me. They bullied the young and bullied the young. They were unreasonable. They even scolded my parents. I'm going to beat them up. "

This child was furious!

"No way. " Yang Soong pulled on the noble and did not let him go over. He said to Wu Chuang, "Apologize to my little brother. "

"Apologize to a brat? Pooh! I won't apologize even if I beat my dad!"

"Apologize. " Yang Soong put down his nobility, grabbed Wu Chuang's collar, and looked straight at him. "You have to admit what you did wrong. "

He had never seen such a pair of eyes that were cold and murderous. Being surrounded by such eyes, Wu Chuang felt cold all over his body, as if he would be dismembered in the next second.

With his back facing the noble, Yang Soong said softly, "An adult male has bones all over his body. "

"I am a chef, and I am very good at dismantling bones and splitting meat. "

Wu Chuang was so scared that he peed his pants.

"Sorry, I was wrong. My classmate, I was wrong. Please forgive me! "

It was sometimes exaggerated to pee, but Wu Chuang really did.

"You're so obedient. Wouldn't it have been better if you had cooperated earlier?" Only then did Yang Soong ask the noble to come over. "Say it again to the true master. "

Wu Chuang quickly admitted his mistake and begged for forgiveness.

He was really afraid. Not only was he scared to the point of pissing his pants, his legs were so weak that he could not move.

"Are you satisfied?"

The noble and stubborn face was raised and said loudly: "You are not allowed to scold my parents in the future. "

"I won't dare, I really won't dare anymore. Young master, don't worry. There won't be a second time. "

When he was a bastard, he was a real bastard, and he was very familiar with admitting his mistakes.

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