bayedsolid Chapter 238 World of Famous Works 27
Chapter 238 World of Famous Works 27
Chapter 238 The World of Classics 27
Seeing that the young man had ordered spicy dry-mixed wontons, Jiang Shuang thoughtfully asked, "Young man, can you handle spicy food?"
"Why do you ask that? Is there something spicy in this dry-mixed wonton?"
Jiang Shuang explained, "This red oil is chili oil. If you can't eat spicy food, young master, you can ask the kitchen to put in less chili."
The young man frowned slightly. "Chili pepper, what is that?" Remembering Jiang Shuang's earlier question about whether she could eat spicy food, he asked, seemingly understanding but not quite, "Is it something spicy like pepper or other pungent foods?"
Jiang Shuang then realized that there were no chili peppers in the Tang Dynasty, so she explained, "It's not pepper, but it is indeed a spicy ingredient."
The young man thought for a moment and said, "I can handle spicy food, so just cook it normally."
After Jiang Shuang left, the young master's maid said somewhat discontentedly, "Young...young master, how can this shopkeeper open its doors so late in the afternoon, making you wait for so long?"
The young man sat upright and smiled gently, "Qingzhu, be patient, the food at this restaurant is worth the wait."
Qingzhu looked at her master and couldn't help but ask, "Young master, you are of noble status. If you like the food at this shop, you can just tell the servants to buy it. Why did you have to come here in person? It's so cold, and you've been waiting for so long. What if you catch a cold?"
The young man reassured his maid, "There's a charcoal brazier in the carriage, so I won't get cold. Besides, wontons are best eaten fresh; they don't taste good if they clump together."
Qingzhu muttered under her breath, "But the cook at home can also make wontons, why does young master have to go out in this cold weather..."
Just then, Jiang Shuang brought over the wontons, and the two stopped talking.
The young man breathed a sigh of relief. Qingzhu was a loyal and good maid who took good care of him, but she was too talkative.
Two bowls of wontons were placed on the table. The young man immediately took a liking to the dry-mixed wontons with chili oil, mainly because the wontons looked so tempting.
The wontons, with their thin wrappers and generous fillings, are drizzled with bright red chili oil, sprinkled with sesame seeds and crushed peanuts, and garnished with chopped scallions—a vibrant and appealing combination of red and green. Along with the dry-mixed wontons, a small bowl of milky-white pork bone soup is also served.
The young man's appetite was whetted. He picked up his chopsticks and, without any instruction, stirred the wontons evenly, then picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.
The steaming hot wontons, soaked in a fragrant and spicy sauce, fill your mouth with the aroma of sesame and peanuts. The sour and spicy flavor is both refreshing and appetizing.
This is too delicious.
Although he can handle spicy food, the young man was still sweating profusely from the spiciness, constantly exhaling, yet he simply couldn't stop eating.
I have no idea what this chili pepper is; it must be some new thing from the Western Regions. It's really addictive to eat.
The young man ate without even looking up; there were only ten wontons in the bowl, which she finished in no time.
She was stunned after finishing the meal. She had never enjoyed a meal so thoroughly in her life. The elaborate meals she had eaten at home before paled in comparison to this bowl of dry-mixed wontons in chili oil, especially the bright red chili oil, which she loved.
Seeing the young man enjoying the dry-mixed wontons so much, a nearby diner couldn't help but ask, "Young man, how do you like these dry-mixed wontons?"
The young man's face was still flushed from the spiciness. He took the handkerchief handed to him by the maid and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead. He said hurriedly, "The combination of sour and spicy flavors is so refreshing and appetizing. This taste is truly amazing. I recommend you try it."
Seeing that she didn't seem to be faking it, the diners also tried the spicy dry-mixed wontons and were amazed when they tasted them.
"Oh my, this tastes amazing! It's both sour and spicy, and it warms me up instantly. It's so satisfying!"
Wang Tianlai had just finished a bowl of wontons and was comfortably picking his teeth and rubbing the warm water in his seat when he heard other diners praising the taste of the dry-mixed wontons. The spicy aroma stimulated his nose, making him feel a little itchy and wanting to try it himself.
But thinking about his somewhat empty purse, he hesitated. He had already eaten a bowl of wontons today. Should he come back for more tomorrow?
After hesitating for a while, I thought, what if this shop doesn't sell spicy dry-mixed wontons tomorrow? I noticed they didn't sell yesterday's chicken soup wontons today either. So I gritted my teeth and ordered a bowl.
When Wang Tianlai took a bite of the spicy dry-mixed wontons, his eyes widened instantly, even though he had initially regretted his decision.
The spiciness and aroma exploded in his mouth, stimulating every taste bud. He didn't care about his image, swallowing big mouthfuls and muttering indistinctly, "This... this is so delicious! So satisfying!"
The restaurant was very warm, and many people were reluctant to leave after finishing a bowl of wontons. Anyway, there was nothing to do in the winter, and sitting here to enjoy the warmth was more comfortable than going home to freeze.
Seeing Wang Tianlai's reaction, they couldn't suppress their curiosity. Suddenly, orders were being placed one after another: "Boss, give me a bowl of dry-mixed wontons in chili oil!"
"I want one too!"
The young man ate with great pleasure, then turned to his maid Qingzhu and said, "My sister-in-law, the princess, also likes spicy food. This chili oil is very fragrant, she will definitely like it. Go and ask the shopkeeper if they sell this chili oil."
"Yes." Qingzhu got up and went to the cashier to ask Jiang Shuang.
Jiang Shuang was taken aback for a moment after hearing this. She glanced at the young man and then smiled at Qingzhu, saying, "Please wait a moment."
She went to the kitchen and told Lin Xiaoqian that someone wanted to buy chili oil. Lin Xiaoqian laughed and said, "I was just saying that we were able to open our dry-mixed wonton shop thanks to that young lady. Anyway, we make plenty of chili oil. If she likes it, we'll just give her two jars."
Jiang Shuang carried two small jars out of the kitchen and said to Qingzhu, "Our chili oil is not sold outside, but the young master has visited our shop for two consecutive days and was the first to order chili oil dry-mixed wontons. It seems we have a connection. This chili oil is a gift from our shop to the young master. We hope he will like it."
Qingzhu was slightly taken aback, and said with a somewhat arrogant expression, "My lord is of noble status, how could he accept gifts for no reason? We will pay the price of this red oil."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Shuang maintained her kind smile and said, "Miss, the reason our shop is giving away this chili oil is purely to thank you for your appreciation of our food. We really don't need to accept any money. If you like, please come and patronize our shop often."
Upon hearing this, Qingzhu still hesitated, but seeing Jiang Shuang's sincere words, she stopped insisting, took the jar with both hands, softened her attitude, and said, "Then I will thank the shopkeeper on behalf of my young master."
Having said that, she turned back to the young man's side and relayed Jiang Shuang's words. Upon hearing this, the young man's face showed a hint of surprise. "The shopkeeper is so hospitable, I cannot refuse." He then nodded slightly to Jiang Shuang in thanks.
Lin Xiaoqian prepared about two hundred servings of wontons today. Although the price was not cheap, there was no shortage of people with spare money in the capital. They were all sold out in no time.
Some people arrived late and missed out on the wontons, slapping their thighs in frustration.
After learning that there was also a dry-mixed version with chili oil today, I watched the other diners eat it with longing eyes, smelling the aroma, and wished I could take their place.
Someone even leaned over the cashier and pretended to cry, saying, "Shopkeeper, you run such a big shop, but you only sell so few wontons. How can you make any money? You should make more wontons to sell."