The pet king of the city

There are a large number of Wannian Gong rice on the market, and even unscrupulous merchants use ordinary Wannian Gong rice with the titles of Longgang and Heqiao origins to sell at higher prices.

This led to the decline of Wannian Gongmi's reputation.

That's why Li Lao and Li Shoutian denied and questioned them.

Chen Lie explained: "In history, the real Wannian Gong rice is only the two mountain villages irrigated by the Four Seasons Spring, and the rice planted is eligible to be called Wannian Gong rice."

"A mouthful of four seasons of clear spring."

"Two villages."

Everyone understands.

Only a specific environment and a specific water source can irrigate real Wannian Gong rice.

But new problems are coming.

Li Shoutian wondered and asked: "Since the real Wannian Gong rice is so rare, the output must be very small. It is estimated that such precious rice is not enough to eat. How can it be used to make wine?"

Lao Li echoed: "Yes, according to what you said, the real Wannian Gongmi Liquor is a super rare commodity. If it becomes more famous, it might be comparable to Rouge Rice."

Rouge rice, famous for state banquet rice all over the world because of "Dream of Red Mansions".

It can be compared with this kind of rice, which shows the status of Wannian Gong rice.

"So I just said the best quality Wannian Gong rice."

"Not the real Wannian Gongmi."

Chen Lie reminded with a smile.

Everyone was even more confused.

Chen Lie reminded: "First of all, Four Seasons Spring is no longer the Four Seasons Spring."

Lao Li echoed: "That's right, the current environment is far inferior to the ancient times. To grow rice-colored jade-shaped ten thousand years tribute rice is simply a fantasy."

Chen Lie continued: "Secondly, the Wannian Gongmi fish and dragons on the market are mixed, so we can only choose the best quality one by one."

"How to choose?"

Li Shoutian smiled and said, "Don't tell me to choose one by one."

"You guessed it."

Chen Liexie smiled and said, "The rice grains used to make this wine are really selected one by one."

"impossible!"

"Let's not talk about how terrible eyesight is required."

"Just say the number of rice grains needed to make one wine."

Li Shoutian asked, "Who has such a tough patience and so much time?"

Chen Lie pointed to the Bacchus who had forgotten about choosing materials in the paradise.

Li Shoutian was speechless.

"In fact, this is not the best way to drink Wannian Gongmijiu."

Chen Lie said: "The cold window invites the moon, the snow warms the wine, and a group of old friends tastes the wine. It is so poetic and cozy to talk about the world."

"That environment, that breath."

"I'm a little drunk."

Even Lao Li, even Ren Qing who had no sense of substitution, were all moved by the scenes described by Chen Lie.

Not to mention the arty Li Shoutian.

If there is such a beautiful environment, it is estimated that no one can resist it.

"The soup is ready."

Chen Lie got up and brought a cup of soup.

This is the signature dish of Rentian Restaurant-Haitian Fish Soup.

Compared with before, Chen Lie also made a little adjustment for Li Lao and Li Shoutian.

"The fragrance is rich, fresh and delicious."

"Especially all the ingredients in this fish soup, even the most fishy ones, don't have any fishy smell. Such delicate processing is rare."

Old Li was full of praise.

As for Li Shoutian, his performance was more direct, and he couldn't stop his chopsticks at all.

"Huh, it's a little different from the last time."

Ren Qing looked at Chen Lie in surprise.

She didn't expect Chen Lie to have things every day, and she still had the intention to improve Rentian's signature dishes.

"Well, I used some sesame oil to pour the pan to enhance the flavor."

"Moreover, I no longer simply boil the onion and ginger together with the auxiliary ingredients, but made a little cut, and replaced it with an appropriate amount of red pepper slices that were burned to 50% hot on a low fire. This way, the color will be more. Beautiful red and bright, and the taste will change slightly from the previous salty to slightly spicy and refreshing.

Chen Lie explained very seriously.

Because he knows Ren Qing's character and needs.

But I know, I know.

Whether it can be done depends on understanding.

Most recipes in the world are public, but why are so few chefs?

Why is good food still sought after?

That makes sense.

"Hey, how old is it, the food looks so ugly."

"It's wasted that you have been an official for so long, and you have no self-control."

But Old Li looked at Li Shoutian who was devouring him, and couldn't help shaking his head.

Chen Lie shook his head.

Ren Qing and Chen Lie took a look, but also helpless.

Just now.

There is a huge object on the dining table.

Abao.

Gu Xiaoyu looked at the paradise in surprise and asked, "Abao, you won't eat it up so soon, will you?"

In order to keep the pets quiet, Chen Lie put Abao's share in the paradise, and specially increased the weight to ensure that they would not interfere.

A Bao kept his mouth water and looked directly at Yugeng.

It was attracted by Yugan.

A Bao's performance was very straightforward. He handed the bowl that belonged to Gu Xiaoyu to Gu Xiaoyu. The meaning was obvious.

Gu Xiaoyu looked at Chen Lie embarrassedly.

Chen Lie said: "Fulfill it, after all, we underestimated its appetite."

"Ok."

"It is an honor to be able to eat at the same table with pandas."

Old Li looked at A Bao cheerfully and asked, "A Bao, what do you like, Grandpa will clip it for you."

A Bao quickly pointed to the steamed large yellow croaker and fish soup.

"You know how to eat."

"Just order the two most delicious."

Old Li said so, but he still cheerfully helped A Bao pick a lot of fish.

Huh!

Without two clicks, the fish that Mr. Li had worked so hard to pick out was emptied by A Bao.

A Bao handed the bowl over again thiefly.

But this time it was not against Gu Xiaoyu, but against Old Li.

"Let me do it."

"You know how to pick people."

Chen Lie was speechless to A Bao, but he couldn't trouble Lao Li either.

Otherwise, Mr. Li doesn't need to eat anymore, Abao definitely eats faster than Mr. Li picks fish.

"what?"

A Bao suddenly made a suspicious voice.

It smelled a very comfortable, but also a bit weird.

It leaned to the wine glass beside it and sniffed.

Mixiang straight to the heart.

The moved Po instinctively picked it up, but a big hand sealed the cup...