Perhaps it was because the bowl of thick soup that Sheyan drank contained the bottom of the pot, so when he swallowed the fresh soup without finishing it, he would find that after it slid from the surface of the tongue, into the throat and into the belly, the aftertaste was still lingering.
There is a faint burnt aroma. It is really unforgettable.
"This..." Fang Senyan took a closer look and suddenly understood: "Isn't this the very common Wan Zai Wing?"
Wanzi fin can be said to be one of the most common street snacks in Hong Kong. In the past, it was usually sold by vendors on the streets. It got its name because it was served in small bowls. Although it has the word "fin" for shark fin in its name, its ingredients are now
But there is no such precious ingredient in it. Strictly speaking, chicken wings are still possible...
The main ingredients of this food stall's Wan Zi Wings seem to be shredded mushrooms, shredded pork, shredded ham, eggs, and vermicelli. None of these ingredients have any special features. They are just a thin layer of thickening after being cooked for three hours.
But the main highlight is probably the addition of the soup stock specially prepared by the boss.
Sheyan wanted to drink another bowl, so he held up the bowl and demanded more. The thin yellow woman had already come over to collect the bowl, with a straight face as if Sheyan came to eat for free, and said a hard "no"
, turned around, picked up the wooden basin filled with dishes and chopsticks, and left.
At this time, I saw that the male boss and two waiters next to me had already lifted a large pot with a lid out of it and moved it to the stove. The pot and the soup inside weighed at least nearly a hundred kilograms.
The oil-stained wooden pot lid above was constantly rippling with steam, white bubbles bubbled up, and an indescribable aroma emitted.
Upon seeing this scene, some of the diners still sitting in their seats shook their heads and sighed, stood up and walked for a short while, but the diners who were watching outside immediately filled the empty seats. Some people were extremely excited and started to take the food.
I took out my cell phone and called loudly to ask my colleagues how many copies they wanted to bring.
Fang Senyan was curious and waited and watched. After a while, the thin yellow woman came out with a sullen face. She took a greasy and dirty notebook next to her and a half-broken ballpoint pen. She asked about each position in turn.
Start registration.
Fang Sheyan was completely confused at this time and didn't know what he was going to eat. But one good thing about him was that he was not picky about food, and the first impression left on him by the bowls of chicken wings was
It was pretty good, so I straightened my ears and listened directly to the person next to me ordering, and when it was his turn, he followed the instructions:
"Three pounds of hind legs, fresh pepper sauce, and half a pound of offal."
When a shirtless waiter, sweating profusely, brought a steaming bowl to Sheyan, he suddenly realized that it was boiled dog meat! No wonder some people refused to eat it, but came to fill the empty space.
But people flock to it in droves. Is the famous saying "dog meat rolling three times and the gods unable to sit still" unfounded?
The bowl of dog meat in front of Fang Senyan was extremely cooked. The smooth dog skin and shank meat that had been scalded were bursting out in lumps, trembling in the air, and the snow-white soup was sprinkled with it.
The green, white and tender shallots are obviously added with special ingredients when stewed. Although it is white in taste, it is fragrant and fragrant. The soup base is still stewed yellow peas.
At this moment, if you listen to the voices next to you, no one is speaking at all. At this moment, the people present have given up their various identities as white-collar workers/underworld/policemen/civil servants/prostitutes/clients. The only ones who can stay are old gluttons.
I heard the sounds of eating meat and soup mixing together like a symphony...
The half-filled bowl of chicken wings previously was nothing like food to the hungry Fang Senyan. Now he swallowed his saliva and could hear the echo of "gudong" falling into his stomach, and was inspired by the atmosphere.
Tossing the chopsticks and using my hands, I tore off a large lump of tendon meat from the dog's leg. After blowing it a few times, I dipped it into the spicy garlic sauce plate next to it and ate it with a big gulp. You can clearly see
He could feel the sweet sound of his teeth cutting through the delicious muscle fibers, the unique texture of the dog meat and the oil mixed with the flavor of the seasonings. After swallowing it down, his hands had already torn off the second piece involuntarily.
Because the chili sauce used for seasoning was slightly salty, after eating three large pieces of stewed dog meat, Fang Senyan let out a greasy burp with satisfaction and scooped up a bowl of fresh soup to drink. The taste of the soup was strong.
It's a bit bland, I guess I only sprinkled some salt, but the aftertaste of the seasoning is quite good to wash away the inside of my mouth. The peas in the soup base are even softer and softer.
With a slight stir, the powder inside will be scattered directly, and it will be applied to the taste buds in the most direct way.
When Fang Senyan ate the dog meat, he felt a little regretful after eating the third piece. When he ate the fifth piece, he felt strong resentment. After two more bites, he finally couldn't help but yelled:
"Boss, give me three more pounds of dog meat!"
The thin yellow woman came over and said coldly:
"do not add."
Fang Senyan:
"... Can't I add more money?"
The thin yellow woman was impatient and even more aggressive than Fang Sheyan:
"There's no need to pay more! After eating, walk quickly and don't stop me from doing business. At three o'clock, I have to go to the card game!"
Faced with such a tough boss lady, Fang Senyan could only eat meat, drink soup, and finally eat half a catty of dog offal served. Only then did he realize that dog offal was free of charge, similar to that in mainland noodle restaurants.
kimchi. At the end of the meal, when I paid the bill, only three kilograms of dog meat was included. The price was also very reasonable. No wonder diners flocked to it.
After a good meal, Fang Senyan was in high spirits, so he bought some gifts and flew to Taiwan again. Nothing happened along the way. At this time, Sanzi had already rented a single-family house near the seaside according to Fang Senyan's arrangement.
building, and then invited Grandma Zeng, who was quick and agile, to take care of the fourth uncle's life.
As soon as he got home, he saw Grandma Zeng sweeping the floor nearby, but the fourth uncle and the third son were not there. Fang Senyan asked about the whereabouts of the two of them, but they went to the hospital to change the dressing on their hands. What was strange was that they usually changed the dressing on their hands.
The medicine only takes a few hours at most, but at this time it took nearly an afternoon.
Fang Sheyan also knew the hospital where his uncle usually changed his dressing. It was introduced by Uncle Da. The full name was "Puli Civilian Hospital of the Executive Yuan National Military Retired Officers and Soldiers' Counseling Committee". Because of its relationship with the army, so
He is very good at treating trauma.
Before the fourth uncle went for treatment, the wound had been festering and pus-producing, but now it has healed well, and it is estimated that the scar will be healed in another week. Fang Senyan was puzzled, and he simply had nothing to do, so he told Grandma Zeng to go to the west
I hailed a car from Pier 5 to take me there to pick up someone.
After arriving at the Civilian Hospital, Fang Senyan saw a lot of black cars parked at the door. He didn't take it seriously and strode inside. After asking the nurse at the consultation desk, he learned that the dressing change was on the fifth floor.
I went to the surgery department and went directly to wait for the elevator. I saw dripping blood dripping from the door of the hospital to the door of the elevator. The blood looked like it should be quite fresh, probably within a few hours.
Fallen.
After Fang Senyan got on the elevator, he saw that there was blood inside the elevator, and the carpet inside was soaked and blackened to a patch the size of a washbasin. He went up to the fifth floor and left the elevator. He saw all the nurses coming and going with nervous faces.
Frightened, the doctor in the diagnosis room also looked a little busy, and even spoke in a very low voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing him.
Fang Sheyan tentatively moved forward and walked to the surgical diagnosis room next to him. When he turned the corner, his steps suddenly paused slightly. He saw that the seats on both sides of the thirty-meter-long corridor in front of him were packed with people.
Adult men between the ages of eighteen and forty. Most of these men smoked cigarettes, looked anxious, displayed tattoos, tattoos and scars intentionally or unintentionally, and cursed from time to time.
Obviously, this kind of plot that often only appears in gangster movies was encountered by Sheyan. Most likely, there was a fire between the underworld and a "big brother" was recruited. No matter what these members think in their hearts, at least on the surface
To look extremely sad, you have to show loyalty even if you are not in a position.
Although the atmosphere looked a bit serious and intimidating, Sheyan had never seen anything like this before. To be honest, the scene these people created was not as shocking to him as a swift beast. He walked straight out of the corridor.
past.
The gangsters stared at him with cold and defensive eyes. The feeling of being "attentioned" in this way did not seem very pleasant. When Fang Senyan approached the door, a row of men in black suits and sunglasses stood neatly.
When he was in the ward, a man with a gold chain who was leaning against the wall with his hands on his chest suddenly stood over and blocked him:
"Boy, what are you doing?"
Sheyan didn't want to get into trouble, so he tilted his head and said calmly:
"Visiting patients."
The gold chain man said:
"Who are you looking for?"
Fang Senyan said indifferently:
"Visiting my uncle. My brother accompanied him to the doctor to apply medicine. The nurse said he was in the 5-07 diagnosis room."
The man with the gold chain didn't look like he was going to cause trouble, so he let Sheyan pass. Suddenly, there was an argument in the diagnosis room at the end of the corridor, which quickly escalated into yelling, followed by the sound of glass breaking. Then the diagnosis room
The door was smashed open with a crash, and a huddled man holding his head was thrown out, along with a stream of obscene words:
"Little brat, until the results of big brother's injury come out, no one can fucking treat him. The doctor has to wait here! Get the hell out of here and get your fucking medicine!"
Sheyan's pupils suddenly shrank. The outline of the figure that was thrown out and curled up on the ground looked very familiar. It was actually Sanzai!