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Chapter 395 Homemade Zhajiangmian always tastes better.
The mutton is boiled in clear water with plenty of juice. During the cooking process, only salt, scallions, ginger, and garlic are added to reduce the gamey smell and retain the original flavor of the pure Xilingol mutton.
He picked up a long strip of pork ribs.
Donas aimed at the thickest part of the flesh and took a big, satisfying bite.
The oil melted on the tip of my tongue and then flowed from the corner of my mouth to my chin; it smelled so good that I didn't even bother to wipe it off.
"tasty!"
"This marshal has saved another sheep today."
Muttering incoherently to herself, Donas choked and hiccuped, but the feeling of fullness from the mutton made her so happy that she wagged her tail wildly.
"Slap slap slap"
If you swing your tail to the left, it will hit the wall; if you swing your tail to the right, it will hit Pina.
Pina's buttocks were repeatedly struck by Donas's tail.
After a few times, it really does hurt a little.
While Donas finished eating a lamb chop, Pina stood up from her chair and personally tucked the small, whip-like tail into the perforated back of the chair.
The perforations restricted the range of movement of Donas's tail. Pina nodded with satisfaction and sat down again to wait for the waiter to serve the food.
Beside.
Doro watched with amusement as his companions devoured their food.
It, who calls itself the King of Doro, is happy to see Donas eating so earnestly.
However, Donas was too careless when eating, and there was always a lot of meat stuck to the bone in the corners of the lamb chops.
Ah!
Even a small bite of meat costs money.
Wasting money is not good.
Without requiring his companion to gnaw on the bones clean, Doraemon left his seat and went to the counter to ask the waiter for a plastic bag.
The waitress was busy clearing away trays when she saw Doro approaching. She bent down and smiled, "Little one, what do you need?"
"Please give me a plastic bag, thank you!" Doro said in a clear voice, his hands clasped in front of his chest. "We need to pack up the leftover bones."
Return to the table with the plastic bag.
Doraemon hummed a little tune.
It put the lamb chops that Donas had finished eating into its bag.
With nothing much to do while waiting for their food, Su Qingyao and Alwen observed Duoluo's every move, their beautiful eyes revealing both pity and admiration.
After Doraemon put away the bones, Su Qingyao hugged it and sat it in her lap, gently combing its pink hair and bangs. "Do you have to take the leftover bones home too? Doraemon, our living conditions are pretty good right now, and they will only get better in the future. There's no need to gnaw on bones."
Sweet smile,
Su Qingyao, like Huang Musong, considered Duoluo as family.
She couldn't bear to see her family suffer.
Moreover, although she lacked parental love from a young age, Su Qingyao's economic conditions were definitely better than 95% of her peers!
In theory, she had never experienced hardship, so she could not fully imagine what a difficult life was like.
"Gnawing on Leftover Bones" represents the extreme hardship Su Qingyao could imagine.
Not understanding hardship,
Su Qingyao's reaction to Duoluo's frugal behavior was naturally to shower him with more care.
But Arwen was different; she had experienced the hardships of ordinary people and therefore greatly admired Doraemon's virtue of frugality despite living in wealth.
"Dorro, let's take the bones home. Once we've collected enough, I'll go to the market and have them processed into bone paste for you. Feeding stray cats and dogs with bone paste will save us a lot of money on cat and dog food. I remember you and Pina often feed stray animals, right?" Alvin said, slapping Dorro's thigh as she gestured for it to sit in her lap.
After hearing Alvin's words, Doraemon stared blankly for a moment, then cheered with a "Wow!"
"Sister Alvin is so smart!"
"Pina and I never imagined that bones could be processed into bone paste."
"Using bone paste to help stray cats and dogs can indeed save a lot of money. Hehe~, you shared a great idea, this King Doro will reward you with a hug..."
As he spoke,
Doro pounced on Alvin.
It embraced the other person with boundless enthusiasm!
Perhaps because Alvin had transformed into a doro-like form under the influence of Donas's exclusive ability, Doro's reaction to her showed a hint of kinship compared to his reaction to Su Qingyao, making them seem more intimate in comparison.
Of course, it's not that Doraemon prefers Alwen; it also likes Su Qingyao.
It's the same among family members!
Well……
Except for Huang Musong.
Doraemon will always, always love people the most!
Sitting in front of Alvin, Doro blinked her big eyes, her little face beaming with happiness.
at the same time
Huang Musong was busy helping the waiter prepare the dishes for his table. His main intention wasn't to help the waiter, but to take care of the four little ones and ensure they had a perfect dining experience.
The noodles with soybean paste are served.
Huang Musong personally served it to Dorothy and Donas.
Braised noodles are served.
The waiter carefully carried the large bowl and placed it on the table.
The noodles for the doro were all served, but no one touched their chopsticks first. Even Donas felt it wasn't right to be the first to eat.
Lamb chops are an exception, since they are ordered separately and can be eaten separately as a special dish.
Noodles for a proper meal are best enjoyed together by everyone!
Seeing that the doro members were not eating,
Huang Musong roughly understood what it meant.
He quickly sat down next to Alvin.
"Oh? I thought the large portion of braised noodles would only be a small bowl, but I didn't expect it to be so much. I can't finish it all by myself! Doro, you and Alwen eat first, I'll eat what you leave behind." Huang Musong picked Doro up from Alwen's lap, put her in his arms, and took a small bowl to scoop noodles from the large bowl and mix them with the sauce.
Doraemon had planned to eat the leftover noodles from the group.
So the person let you eat first?
Wow! This person is so nice to me! The owner of this shop is also very nice!
Mistaking a large bowl of braised noodles for a single serving of noodles, Duo Luo stopped being modest and fully enjoyed Huang Musong's hospitality.
"Cuckoo, coo, coo".
Huang Musong stirs the noodles, the braising sauce coats the noodles, making a sticky sound, and a rich aroma gradually spreads.
The rich aroma of braised meat filled his nose. Doro sniffed and exclaimed expectantly, "It smells so good! It smells delicious!"
I can't wait any longer.
A drop of saliva dribbled out and slid down the corner of his mouth, and Doraemon quickly wiped it clean.
Huang Musong slowly stirred the braised noodles evenly, tasted a small amount of saltiness himself to make sure it was just right, and then officially handed the bowl to Duoluo: "Eat slowly, be careful not to burn yourself, this big bowl is enough for you."
Upon hearing this, Doraemon grunted in understanding and immediately picked up his bowl and chopsticks to start eating.
Pick up a piece of noodles with your chopsticks, blow on it to cool it down, then open your mouth wide and slurp it up.
The savory aroma of the braised noodles explodes on your taste buds!
"Ha! Crack!"
With a vague, indistinct praise and a sparkling look in his eyes, Doraemon ate with great pleasure and satisfaction.
Seeing that Dorothy had started eating her noodles first, Dorothy and Donas didn't linger any longer and went to their respective bowls.
Dorothy ate Old Beijing-style fried noodles with soybean paste;
Donas, on the other hand, ate the reduced-sugar version.
Old Beijing-style fried sauce noodles are characterized by their rich, dark sauce and a sweet, light flavor.
The reduced-sugar version is naturally saltier.
The side dishes are all the same: shredded cucumber and shredded white radish to cut through the richness.
Dorothy savored her noodles, occasionally offering a comment: "The sauce is just the right amount of sweetness, and the vegetables are fresh and crisp, but it's just a little bit lacking."
"What's wrong with it? To be honest, it's pretty good. Don't be so fussy." Donas slurped up the noodles, her cheeks puffed out like a hamster's, enjoying her meal while still bickering with Dorothy.
in fact,
Donas also felt that...
The noodles with soybean paste at this shop seem a bit lacking.
As for where it falls short, it couldn't explain it clearly, but it was definitely somewhat inferior.
Pina ate her oil-splashed noodles slowly and deliberately. After finishing most of the bowl, she heard the Doro discussing the flavor of the fried sauce noodles, and curiously picked up a piece of noodles from Donas's bowl.
Try a few strands of Zhajiangmian (noodles with soybean paste).
Pina nodded and then shook her head.
At the same time, I shared a bowl of oil-splashed noodles with Donas.
Upon tasting the oil-splashed noodles, Donas immediately exclaimed at the top of her lungs, "The oil-splashed noodles are absolutely delicious! They're the best oil-splashed noodles I've ever had! Even better than the oil-splashed noodles at the Qingcheng Medical University cafeteria!"
Last year, while living in the Qingcheng Nature Reserve, Donas often strolled around the campus and would sometimes be fed by university students.
The food comes in all shapes and sizes, including dishes like oil-splashed noodles.
Compared to the oil-splashed noodles at the Qingcheng Medical University cafeteria,
Donas is convinced that the restaurant she's eating at right now is the most delicious!
This only applies to the oil-splashed noodles; the fried sauce noodles are slightly inferior, just not quite there.
Dorothy ate a few bites of noodles with soybean paste to fill her stomach, and her clever mind came back online. She quickly realized what was going on.
"This doesn't taste as good as human-cooked fried noodles!"
"He's also a great cook; his Zhajiangmian (noodles with soybean paste) is the best."
"A person's jajangmyeon (black bean noodles) would get 99 points, but this restaurant's jajangmyeon gets 95 points."
The taste was a bit lacking, precisely because it was compared to Huang Musong's fried sauce noodles. Dorothy gave it a fair and impartial score.
Receiving praise from Doraemon, Huang Musong smiled faintly, without any pride.
Zhajiangmian (noodles with soybean paste),
Homemade is always the best.
This can be explained by the concept of "preconceived notions".
Normally, the doro are used to eating the jajangmyeon they make themselves, so they naturally feel that the jajangmyeon made by restaurant chefs is not good enough.
Pina has never tasted the fried noodles she made herself.
It would certainly think that the fried noodles made by the restaurant chef tasted pretty good.
After the doro finished eating the noodles in their bowls, the waiter brought over stir-fried dishes, which filled the table with a sumptuous spread.
A little guy ordered a dish.
Huang Musong, Su Qingyao, and Alwen each ordered a dish.
The number 7 is not as auspicious as the number 8, so let's add another one.
Eight dishes and one soup!
When they go out to play, Huang Musong is very generous and willing to spend money on the doro fans.
Shu Chu was the only one who hadn't arrived yet. Huang Musong hadn't ordered food for her, mainly because he wasn't sure if Shu Chu had any dietary restrictions.
Ten minutes passed like this.
Dorothy, Donas, Dorothy, and Pina ate until their bellies were bulging.
Shu Chu finally brought Lemi there.
Before entering the restaurant, Shu Chu paused for a few seconds, spitting her chewing gum into the trash can. She covered her mouth, breathed on it, and only went inside after confirming the strange smell had dissipated.
Find the dining table where everyone is seated.
Shu Chu grinned and raised her arm to show the Doro members the small gift box.
She placed the exquisitely packaged gift box in the center of the dining table.
"Sorry to keep you all waiting!" Untying the ribbon, Shu Chu opened the gift box and shared the pastries with the four little ones one by one. "I bought some snacks, doro, don't be shy~."
"This is Sachima..."
"This is donkey roll..."
"These are rose cakes..."
"These are sugar ears..."
After introducing the names and flavors of the pastries to the doro, Shu Chu glanced around to make sure no other diners were paying attention to her before pulling out a black box from her bosom.
Having just eaten a full meal, Donas felt bloated and had no interest in any pastries.
It was very curious about what was inside the black box!
She leaned closer, her nose twitching, and Donas took a sniff.
Eh?
So familiar!
What's inside?
Growing more curious, Donas clenched her fist and tapped the lid of the black box, asking Shu Chu, "What delicious treats are hidden in this mysterious box? Can I open it?"
The pastry gift box contains pastries.
Donas assumed the black box contained food as well.
Before Shu Chu could explain, the black box lid was pushed open from the inside, and Laimi's voice came out: "I'm not delicious! Hey... come here, there is indeed a small snack next to me, let me let you smell it."
The first half of the sentence was spoken seriously by Lemi; the second half was spoken with a playful tone.
The clever Dorothy immediately sensed something was amiss!
I'm just curious what trick Remy is up to.
Dorothy also leaned closer and sniffed the black box lid with her upturned nose.
If they hadn't smelled it, they would have been fine, but once they did, Dorothy and Donas's foreheads immediately twisted into knots, and they instinctively retreated to their seats.
"It stinks!"
Dorothy trembled violently, her fur stood on end, and she almost vomited up the noodles with soybean paste she had just eaten.
"It smells like fermented soybean milk!"
Donas reacted slightly better than Dorothy, only dry heaving a few times and judging the source by the type of odor.
Old Beijing douzhi (fermented mung bean juice), all the doro have tried it, it tastes very much like swill.
Hot soy milk, in particular, is absolutely awful!
The aroma of soy milk is a natural biological weapon!
Just now, Remy let Donas get close to the black box to smell it, and it took the opportunity to exhale a breath.
The mouth that has drunk soy milk smells almost the same as a garbage can.
Upon learning that Laimi had drunk soy milk, Duoluo shifted his position, moving from Huang Musong's lap to Su Qingyao's. He didn't mean anything by it; he simply wanted to get away from the black box. Duoluo had already experienced the power of soy milk firsthand.
Pina had never drunk soy milk before.
It couldn't help but become curious about soy milk.
What is something that is both edible and disgusting?
Observing the doro's reactions, Pina's curiosity grew stronger. She looked at Shu Chu and winked: "Soybean juice is a drink, right? You didn't come ice skating. If I'm not mistaken, you took Remy to play around nearby? Where did you buy the soybean juice? Did you bring it back?"
finished,
Pina also moved closer to the black box.
It wanted to smell the so-called soy milk aroma first.
As Lemi breathed, Pina froze on the spot as if she had been frozen in place, her brain shutting down for several seconds.
When she came to her senses, Pina abruptly retreated and sat down awkwardly in a chair.
"You! You! You..."
Pina was at a loss for words, utterly shocked, unable to find the words to describe it.
One night, while staying at Chen Yu's house, Pina remembered that Chen Yu was hungry in the middle of the night and ordered snail rice noodles.
Luosifen (river snail rice noodles) smells awful, but it tastes quite delicious.
but!
How do you describe this so-called smell of soy milk?
More disgusting than swill
Like urine that has gone bad in the chamber pot of a dry latrine in the summer!
Pina couldn't imagine that such a drink existed in the real world.
Seeing Pina's horrified expression, Donas suddenly chuckled mischievously and whispered in her ear, "You don't like douzhi either, right? How about we use douzhi as punishment? From now on, when we play mahjong or basketball, whoever loses has to drink douzhi, okay?"
Games are more interesting when there's a stake involved; you always have to gamble something.
Money should not be used as a stake; gambling is illegal.
Moreover, the Doro's attitude towards money is limited to its ability to buy food or utensils.
Gambling isn't fun!
Betting on drinking soy milk is the real fun!
After listening to what Donas had to say, Pina came to her senses, opened her mouth, and then closed it again.
So amazing!
The smell of soy milk made it difficult for Pina to regain her normal ability to express herself.
Unexpectedly, the doro were so averse to douzhi (fermented mung bean juice). Shu Chu smiled embarrassedly and apologized, "I was just curious about what douzhi tasted like, so I took Lai Mi to find the famous old man who sells douzhi in the nearby alley to buy some for myself."
"The old man claimed online that 'he would not charge money if his soy milk was delicious.'"
"so……"
After taking off her down jacket, Shu Chu found an empty seat and joined the doro family's small gathering.
Huang Musong didn't take the rest to heart; it went in one ear and out the other.
The only thing that piqued my interest was the phrase, "If the soy milk is delicious, you don't have to pay!"
Free soy milk?
interesting.
Recently, Huang Musong has been researching how to expand the sales market for Doro brand Orunji, and the best solution is to cultivate new varieties.
Imagine if we could cultivate a product that tastes like fermented soybean milk, Runji...
This gimmick might just boost the doro brand!
Thinking of this, Huang Musong cleared his throat and said, "Little ones, hurry up and eat. This afternoon, go back to the car for a nap before exploring the hutongs. After you wake up, I'll take you to Nanluoguxiang." (Thoughts: While I'm at it, I'll also buy a few more bottles of douzhi (fermented mung bean juice).)
Upon learning that there was still time to play in the afternoon,
Dorothy, Dorothy, Donas, and Pina were overjoyed.
Cheers echoed throughout the noodle shop. (End of Chapter)