In Chifeng, we must not say that Chifeng is a roujiamo, let alone that it is pork, stuffed with hamburgers, etc. If it annoys the upright Chifeng people, they may not say that they will yell at you.

Zhou Meiguo couldn't understand it this time. With the teacher's cooking skills, is it necessary to come to Chifeng just to learn something?

He had long been teasing the mother, and the search results were very detailed. He thought he could make this kind of delicacy according to the recipe, and he really couldn't understand the teacher's way of doing it.

It was not until he sat in the taxi in Chifeng and saw the beautiful, cheerful and generous girls of Chifeng through the car window that Zhou Aiguo suddenly realized.

No wonder the teacher insisted on coming in person. Although the beauty of Xiangjiang is good, the northern rouge of Chifeng is more elegant and attractive. He said that he likes it very much.

"What do you think?"

Seeing this boy look like a pig, Zhou Dong frowned slightly, not much better than Old Pan.

"Here, get off!"

The weather in Chifeng is much cooler than in the south. When I came from Xiangjiang, it was 34 or 5 degrees Celsius. When I got here, it dropped by about ten degrees.

Moreover, the weather is changing, and when I got on the bus from the airport, the sun was still shining brightly. At this moment, drizzle was already floating in the sky. It was summer, but there was a northwest wind blew, like a burst of small knives.

Zhou Aiguo's lips trembled: "It's raining, it's so cold."

He grew up in Africa. In addition to the air humidity that made him uncomfortable, the temperature of Xiangjiang River was still good, but the weather in Chifeng was a little unbearable. Soon, it turned cold and his lips turned purple and his face was pale.

"You can't stand it if you have more than twenty degrees. You are still shouting to follow me to Chudu?

You may not know that the weather in Chudu is not much better than here. In autumn and winter, it is not much warmer than the northern three provinces of China..."

"That's different. Even if the teacher's hometown is an ice cellar, I must go there."

"Haha, that's up to you.

But it’s pretty good to eat right in this weather, but unfortunately it’s not winter, otherwise it would be even better.”

Zhou Dong said as he took out a fifty-yuan bill and handed it to the driver: "Brother, don't look for a fraction of it."

"Haha, thank you, brother, I heard that your accent comes from the south?"

Seeing Zhou Dong being generous, the taxi driver was not in a hurry to drive away: "The foreigner must have to eat right when he comes to our place. He also has to thank a writer and fellow Chifeng for his publicity, but is it wrong for you to come here?

This store is a chain model. Although the business is big, the taste is a bit worse than that of authentic and time-honored brands.

If you want to say that you want to eat the right card, you still have to go to the old Suji store. The store decoration is not as good as here, but it tastes authentic."

It can be seen that the driver is kind-hearted and does not say that just to make more money from the car.

Zhou Dong nodded and said, "Thank you for reminding me that the Su Ji you mentioned should be opened by the descendants of Mr. Su Wenyu, the founder of Chifeng qijia, right?"

"So you know, little brother?"

"Of course, Mr. Su Wenyu first sold sesame cakes in Chifeng. Later, inspired by the "donkey meat fire roast" in his hometown, he integrated Hada fire roast, donkey meat fire roast and the secretly learned palace imperial frying bacon technology to create a "mixed meat snack cake" with unique craftsmanship and flavor.

This is the origin of Chifeng mattress. Is it right?”

The driver was stunned: "Since you all know, why do you still come to this not-so-authentic chain store?

Forget it, I'm too much. Since I did this, there must be your reason.

I won’t say much. Those who do our job are just talking too much.”

Watching the taxi leave, Zhou Aiguo couldn't help asking, "Teacher, why don't we go to Su Ji?"

Teacher Lu said that if you want to do our business, you have to eat the best ones and you can’t treat your own mouth badly.”

Zhou Dong glanced at him: "Are you a teacher, and am I a teacher?"

"Of course you are a teacher..."

"Then what nonsense is it? Let's go!"

This chain store is actually not as bad as the driver said. The people of Mongolian Province are simple and kind-hearted, and are not like the hotels next to tourist attractions in some areas, which specialize in slaughtering foreign tourists.

When a plate of golden pastry pairs were served hot on the table, Zhou Aiguo understood why the teacher said that winter is the best season to eat pairs.

Think about it, the cold wind was howling outside, the frozen rain fell with snowflakes, but the hot bacon fragrance and the original meat soup that could burn its tongue.

Touch the plate that is placed on the right clip, and you will find it warm. If you take a bite and hold it, you will find it hot.

The golden pastry spreads out in the mouth with a temperature of at least fifty degrees, and the fragments they transform into are like warm love-destroying molecules, fully seducing the Helmons of men or women...

No matter how cold the outside is, we can’t freeze our men. No matter how the north wind whistles, we can’t blow the curling hot fog above the soup bowl, which is straight and like wolf smoke!

What kind of enjoyment is this? This is the landlord-like enjoyment!

“Woooo…”

Zhou Aiguo kept eating, like a beggar who had been hungry for three days and three nights.

Not to mention how delicious the pair of bacon in the clip was, he felt that even if he had only the pair of skins, he could eat dozens of sets himself!

If Zhou Dong hadn't reminded him, this guy would have been choked to death. He drank a sip of clear soup, and his tongue was so numb that his tongue was numb and said in a daze: "Old... Master, why is the bacon here so delicious? I have made bacon in Africa, but it's not as delicious as here."

"Is it tasty?"

Zhou Dong took two bites of each other, took a small sip of the clear soup and stopped.

The perfect taste can turn him into a more hateful guy than the "Old Poison Dragon" at any time, so naturally I don't like the production of this Lianjia Chain store.

"Yes, it's so fragrant with bacon, all kinds of strange fragrances."

“Well, then keep eating and tell me what spices the chefs here use when bacon.

If you can answer five questions, you will be qualified, otherwise you will be unqualified to be my student.”

Zhou Dong pushed Zhou Aiguo in front of the chuck. He asked for ten chucks, but he only ate less than one of them. Zhou Aiguo had some.

Zhou Aiguo, this poor child, had a great appetite and was eating very much. He laughed and took the plate, grabbed a Chifeng with one hand and stuffed it into his mouth: "Thank you, teacher.

Oh, I ate it, with pepper, star anise, amomum villossum, cinnamon, cloves..."

"oh?"

Zhou Dong was slightly moved,

This kid grew up in Africa, but he didn't have the chance to see so many spices that only Chinese chefs could use. It is estimated that his understanding of various spices only took these few days.

In such a short time, the taste of various spices can be deeply rooted in my heart. What spices are used to eat in the bacon in a few pairs?

This talent is rare.

"If you are qualified, if you can say the same thing again, the teacher will take you to eat the best and most authentic Chifeng pair."

"Ah? Teacher, you..."

Looking at the only two pairs left in the plate, Zhou Aiguo was speechless.

I'm almost overeating, and you remember to eat the most authentic one?

Teacher,

What are you beating up?
Chapter completed!