Phi-Fic Chapter 121
Chapter 121
Upon hearing this, Zhao Da'e and Zhou Chunwen displayed completely different reactions.
"Oh dear, the company is about to go bankrupt, and you're still going to buy on credit?"
"Holy crap! Fourth Grandfather, you weren't the ones who let the bankrupt company go bankrupt on credit, were you..." Zhao Da'e said, pouting.
"Tch. Their village still owes our village over 100,000 yuan for bricks..." Zhao Tingliang said unhappily. "A few barrels of vinegar can be worth over 100,000 yuan worth of bricks. Those 100,000 yuan worth of bricks could build five or six houses."
Zhao Da'e chuckled: "Our brick factory is almost bankrupted by them. Let's get some more aged vinegar; it's perfect for adding to dumplings in winter. It can mask the odor."
"Sure, sure. I'll give you twenty pounds later."
"Then I'll thank Fourth Grandpa in advance," Zhao Da'e said, beaming.
In no time, the mutton soup was ready, and the proprietress brought it over.
"Here you go, you're here!"
(I've been racking my brains trying to find the right words for these two unusual terms, but I'm really sorry for my lack of education. Our local dialect is mostly mixed with Mongolian, so much of it is difficult to understand. Please forgive me.)
The steaming mutton soup was topped with scallions and cilantro. Zhou Chunwen was stunned: "Oh dear, I don't eat cilantro."
Zhao Da'e said disdainfully, "Then why didn't you say so just now?"
"She didn't ask either?"
"It's alright, eat up. Eating cilantro gives you energy, so you'll be able to have a big, healthy son later," Zhao Da'e joked.
Zhou Chunwen: Uh...
The idea of a chubby little boy is a bit far-fetched. But Zhou Chunwen wasn't one to be fussy. Since cilantro wasn't poison and he wasn't allergic to it, he just didn't like it, so he didn't say anything more.
"Do you want the sesame seed cake with filling or without?"
“I like sweets, and I want them with fillings,” Zhou Chunwen immediately raised her hand and said.
"I want the small one, without filling." Zhao Da'e doesn't like sweet things; she prefers things that aren't sweet. Actually, sometimes Zhao Da'e doesn't even know what her own taste is like. Things that are too sweet, too bitter, too sour, or too spicy are all off-limits. But she also has a strong palate; she doesn't want it to be too salty, but it has to be very salty for her to find it delicious.
"How about a clove of garlic?" Zhao Tingliang asked.
"Hmm, how about half a sesame seed cake? And two cloves of garlic too. The side dishes will be right up," the proprietress said.
The group nodded and began to drink their mutton soup.
Zhao Da'e put a bright red chili powder into the bowl, then added a large spoonful of Sichuan peppercorn powder. He didn't eat MSG, but added a little salt.
I stirred it a few times and took a sip with a spoon.
hiss~
Zhao Da'e forgot to add vinegar, so he poured in some more and took a sip while it was still steaming hot.
"Feels good," Zhao Da'e said. "It's both numbing and spicy, so refreshing."
"Hey, goose. Don't try to imitate the heroes of Liangshan. You're drinking mutton soup and you're acting like Wu Song fighting a tiger while drinking. If you act so manly, who will want to marry you?"
"Okay, oh my. Then I'll be a delicate and graceful Lin Daiyu, a young lady, oh my... That's great, that's delicious~" Zhao Da'e said softly.
Zhou Chunwen almost spat out the mutton soup she was drinking with a "pfft," and looked at Zhao Da'e with a sideways glance: "Fine, I'll let you off the hook. You can continue."
Zhao Da'e continued slurping his drink, and every now and then he'd say, "That feels good."
After a while, the side dishes were served, the fried dough sticks were bought back, and the sesame seed cakes were also brought out.
"You two have the sesame seed cakes, I'll eat the fried dough sticks," said Zhao Da'e. "Boss, boss, add some hot soup."
"Here we go~"
Adding broth is a must at all mutton offal restaurants; the point of drinking mutton soup is to enjoy the broth. As for the mutton offal, save it for last.