jdhmnovel Chapter 216 Fried Snails
Chapter 216 Fried Snails
Chapter 216 Fried Snails
The three of them sat down, and soon the little girl came over with an order menu made from cardboard.
Zhao Jiamin asked Qiu Huomingdao: "Do you have any taboos?"
"Nothing is forbidden."
Zhao Jiamin smiled brightly and raised her voice and said to her little sister: "Please, please order a salt and pepper nine-belly fish, fresh fried squid, Maggi duck chin, a seafood fried rice noodles, and three bottles of pineapple beer."
(Pineapple beer, initially only available in bottles)
"Hey, I knew you wanted pineapple beer, but my mom wouldn't let me drink it when I was at home."
Luo Jinxiu muttered happily.
Qiu Huoming looked at the fried snails in the firelight and turned to ask Zhao Jiamin, "Classmate Zhao, why don't you order the fried snails?"
"I have my own arrangements, so I'm just waiting. Also, don't call me classmate Zhao. It sounds awkward. You can just follow Jinxiu and call me Amin."
"Okay, then you can call me Huozi from now on. My friends all call me that..."
Luo Jinxiu curled her lips, "Comparing me and him, we have been friends for more than ten years."
"However, this guy is quite pleasing to the eye, so I won't care about it." Luo Jinxiu pushed up her glasses and rounded off her words.
This little girl is actually quite nice, but her mouth is a bit unforgiving.
Zhao Jiamin reached out and pinched her cheek, "You are the most generous..."
The food at the food stall was served very quickly, and it didn't take long for the food to be served. Three enamel tea jars were given for pouring wine, and Zhao Jiamin paid for the meal in person.
"Have you finished drinking this big bottle?" Each of the three bottles of wine swept the snow in front of their door.
Qiu Huoming filled it for himself and took a small sip. The beer was mixed with the sweet and sour taste of pineapple, and it tasted surprisingly delicious.
Over there, Zhao Jiamin and Luo Jinxiu each took a sip. She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It tastes really good."
Qiu Huoming took back what he just said and commented: "Isn't this just a drink?"
"You'll know after a few sips, and you still have a back-up plan..." Zhao Jiamin said.
The three of them were eating and drinking, feeling the gentle breeze from the river and the ubiquitous smoke of fireworks. The sounds around them gradually became noisier. The darker it got, the more people there were.
After a few people had eaten, the food stall was already full. Five young people came to the next table, each dressed as a Hong Kong-style young man. They looked a bit untouchable.
The boss was wearing an apron, holding a cigarette in his mouth, looking at the crowd of diners, smiling from ear to ear.
The owner of this food stall is also a chef, and the girl seems to be his daughter. There is also an aunt in the kitchen who is responsible for cleaning and handling ingredients.
With eyes accustomed to the dim lights, the surrounding scenery came into view, and the three of them clinked glasses again.
"Drink slowly. Don't underestimate it just because it's pineapple beer. This thing has a lot of stamina." Zhao Jiamin reminded Luo Jinxiu.
"Is my face red?" Luo Jinxiu touched her face and asked, "It's a little hot."
"Red, stop drinking." Zhao Jiamin reached out and brought her half-empty bottle of wine in front of her.
Qiu Huoming reached out and touched his cheek.
What's worse, I can't seem to hold the amount of wine I poured in this glass, and my face is getting hot.
Among the three people, Zhao Jiamin's expression remained unchanged.
Luo Jinxiu shook her hand and took back her bottle of wine, "I'm just going to show off, but I'm actually a pretty good drinker. I'm at home during the Chinese New Year, so I can drink three ounces of white wine with my dad..."
Qiu Huoming glanced at her. It seemed that he only had this amount, and he couldn't tell if he had more.
This damn drinking capacity is completely different from his previous life.
He sighed secretly, picked up the Jiudu Fish and ate it. The Jiudu Fish melted in his mouth, the fish was as tender as tofu, and the skin was crispy. Yangcheng was worthy of being the capital of gourmet food.
He swept away another half of the bowl of fried noodles, and the redness on his face faded a little.
"Qiu Huoming, why do you still have so much wine? Look at mine." Luo Jinxiu said, holding up the wine bottle she wanted back.
"Touch, finish the tea jar..." Luo Jinxiu carelessly took the tea jar and touched it with theirs.
Zhao Jiamin smiled and said: "I'm not a heavy drinker. After drinking like this, I have to go to the toilet. The toilet is not close to here..."
"That's right, then drink slowly."
A few people were eating when they suddenly heard someone shouting from the outside, "Hey, fried snails, why did you come here? Give me a plate, and this time you sing..."
The title of the song this person mentioned was a local erotic song, which was not considered elegant.
Zhao Jiamin frowned, "These people are going to have fun with fried snails again..."
As soon as these words were said, someone from the next table took up the conversation, "Isn't this what the snail speculators rely on to sell snails? Everyone gets what they need..."
"Chao Luo Ming? This name is a bit special, isn't it his real name?" Qiu Huoming asked.
"At first, everyone called him Brother Ming. He specialized in selling fried snails in this area. Business was difficult, so he thought of a way. When others bought snails, he would send a song to them... Later, when he became famous, he called him fried snails. The snail is clear." Zhao Jiamin explained.
"This is also a matter of earning a living through hard work. There is nothing to be ashamed of..." Qiu Huoming agreed.
"Tch, you don't know...boy, you are a foreigner, you will know later."
The man at the next table chimed in again.
Qiu Huoming's curiosity was aroused, and he looked towards the place where the sound came from.
Soon the singing stopped and the sound of pushing a bicycle came over.
The person at the next table smiled and said, "I asked him to come over and open your eyes."
He stood up and shouted in the distance, "Stir-fried snails, here are two plates of stir-fried snails..."
"coming……"
As the sound fell, a figure pushing a bicycle appeared on the street.
I saw a man wearing a tight shirt, with blond hair and heavy makeup, pushing a bicycle wearing women's clothing. There was a big pot on the back seat of the bicycle.
He skillfully parked the car in front of the food stall, asked the boss for two empty plates, opened the lid of the back seat, and scooped out a few spoonfuls of fried snails.
Zhao Jiamin also waved, "Chaoluoming, here is a plate too."
Today was a good start, and 'Zhao Luo Ming' was in a good mood. He twisted his waist and placed the vegetable basins containing the fried snails on their respective tables.
The person at the next table paid and said, "Just sing a song called "Eighteen Touches"..."
Next, I saw Chao Luoming standing in the open space, twisting her hips in a woman's posture, singing in a falsetto, and bursts of laughter echoed around her.
(Chaoluoming, you can still see him in food stalls in the millennium)
Qiu Huoming was stunned, "This can be regarded as a promotional method, but it's a bit..."
"Some of the songs he sang by Hong Kong stars are actually quite good. Unfortunately, there are always people who like this..." Zhao Jiamin said with some disgust.
"Then do you want a song?" Qiu Huoming asked.
"Forget it today, business is good on Sunday and he won't be too busy. Let's wait until next time when there are fewer people."
"Well, that's fine too."
Luo Jinxiu commented while eating fried snails: "This snail meat is fresh, you should eat it too..."
Qiu Huoming picked up a snail, turned the mouth of the snail, sucked it hard, and the snail meat slid into his mouth. He bit off the tail and started chewing. The snail meat was chewy and must have been bought and fried. Qiu Huoming saw that he also sang a song for free, so he asked Zhao Jiamin, "Is his snail meat more expensive than others?"
"It's not expensive, it's purely for promotion. He's famous now, many people come here just to watch him dress up as a woman and sing, it's also a sight to behold at the food stall."
After singing the song, the man at the next table stood up and walked up with a bottle of beer, "Good singing, I'll buy you a drink."
He didn't shy away from the "Fried Snail Ming" and drank several sips in succession. Only then did the man come back satisfied.
"We don't need to sing anymore, you can go and do your work." Zhao Jiamin said.
'Chao Luoming' thanked him and pushed his bicycle forward along the street again.
"He has to sell all the way to Baoye Road. It will be very late when he gets there, and doing business is not easy." Zhao Jiamin said.
There were five people at the table next to them, all young and middle-aged people. They had drank wine and listened to music, and were in good spirits. After hearing this, the man started chatting again.
"It's not easy for him to make money. With a few twists of his butt, a lot of people will buy his fried snails. You see, he will take over the whole street's fried snail business..."
Zhao Jiamin didn't talk to each other. That's the bad thing about food stalls. There was no obstruction between each other. They focused on an original ecology, which was both charming and troublesome.
Luo Jinxiu pouted, "Why is he always eavesdropping when we talk?"
"Let's keep our voices down so he doesn't hear us."
Zhao Jiamin said "hmm". Qiu Huoming had finished most of the bottle of wine at this moment. He had a big appetite and was holding back the food. At this moment, it seemed that there were not many dishes left on the table.
"You invite me for the first half, and I'll treat you for the second half..." As soon as Qiu Huoming finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and said, "Little girl, would you like some beef offal pot and seafood fried rice..."
He has a Jiangnan stomach. He always feels uncomfortable unless he eats some rice or noodles.
The girl who ordered the food was very fast and delivered the food in a short time. Qiu Huoming finished half the pot of fried rice by himself, and then he felt both physically and mentally at ease.
Zhao Jiamin rushed to pay for the meal, but Qiu Huoming didn't stop them. They were about to go back after eating and drinking.
There were many more pedestrians on the road along the river than before, and some were carrying flat wooden boxes on their chests. When they opened them, there were boxes of cigarettes.
The seller of sugar water was pushing a homemade wheeled cart with a sign on it that said 'sugar water'.
The whole street was filled with fireworks.
When I walked to the corner of the street and turned a corner, the sounds of people around me suddenly became silent. It was already past 9 o'clock. There were few people for entertainment at this time, the stores along the street were closed, and there were few people in residential areas at this time. In and out.
Occasionally, a cat would run across the street quickly. Zhao Jiamin suggested: "Jinxiu, you can stay at my place today and we will go to the Canton Fair together tomorrow morning..."
"Okay, then let's talk by candlelight."
"Let's hurry up, or we won't be able to get in under the curfew..."
"There is a shortcut, let's just go through it. I know this place well. Your dormitory manager is so strict. Our dormitory manager is too. We all call her Sun Erniang..."
The two little girls walked faster while chatting.
Qiu Huoming was a little tipsy after drinking. The alcohol content was not high, and as Zhao Jiamin said before, it was a bit high.
In front of the corner, in addition to the original street, there is an alley, which is dark inside.
"Forget it, let's take the main road." Zhao Jiamin was a little frightened.
There were messy footsteps on the street behind him, and there were many people hearing the sound.
Qiu Huo has a good ear and immediately pulled the two of them towards the alley, "Shh, those people seem to be looking for you..."
Zhao Jiamin looked startled, and she followed Qiu Huoming into the alley obediently.
Luo Jinxiu said in a low voice: "You won't be carrying it so much, are you being targeted by some hooligans?"
"I hope it was a false alarm." Qiu Huoming lowered his voice. The alley was connected to the end, and the only obstruction was a telephone pole and an abandoned stone pier.
Although the light inside was pitch black, the shapes of objects were still vaguely visible.
"Just take shelter here." Qiu Huoming approached the wall and pressed his body close.
They both followed suit and pressed against the wall.
As his eyes became familiar with the dark color, he discovered that there was a courtyard gate not far away. There was a small flower bed piled at the door, which was scattered with overgrown weeds.
These idle young people, when they drink too much, they go around looking for fun, sometimes fighting, sometimes molesting good families...
It doesn’t matter how serious it is, it’s just very noisy and everyone is proud of it. This is because in recent years, I have watched too many movies in Hong Kong City. These people have no real business and form cliques. Got into a lot of trouble.
Not long after, a flashlight flashed on the street on the right, and then came the familiar voice, the man who had been talking to me, "Damn it, I haven't seen them yet, they are a bit fast. "
"Hey, Brother Jie, if you can't catch up, then stop chasing me. I haven't had enough wine yet. Let's go have a few more drinks..."
"Go, go, go, what do you know? The more I think about it, the more wrong I am. Such a stunning beauty is not worthy of my Brother Jie. How can I be worthy of that pretty boy who just eats soft rice..."
Qiu Huoming was startled, why was he such a pretty boy?
Zhao Jiamin was a little nervous at first, but when she heard this, she almost laughed out loud. She held back her smile and secretly glanced at Qiu Huoming beside her.
He was so close that even though his face was blurred, he could still feel the boy's unhappiness at the moment.
Luo Jinxiu's drunkenness had not faded. She stood next to Zhao Jiamin. She was petite and leaned slightly on her shoulder. A few strands of Zhao Jiamin's hair lingered on her lips.
She only felt her nose itching, and just when she wanted to move away, it was too late. She couldn't help but sneeze.
In the quiet night, the sneeze spread far and wide.
The three people looked at each other in the night.
Qiu Huoming moved his wrists and ankles, and whispered: "Amin, you take Luo to the station first. It will be safe when you reach the main road. I will block it for a while, and then I will come find you."
Zhao Jiamin shook his head and said, "Jinxiu, go to the street and find the person wearing the red armband for help."
Seeing that Luo Jinxiu didn't move, she added: "I run very fast, and I can still escape in time..."
Luo Jinxiu snorted with a nasal sound, and then ran towards the darkness.
Qiu Huoming reached out and touched Zhao Jiamin's head, "You stay with her and be obedient."
"Don't underestimate me." Zhao Jiamin took a step back, stretched out his hand to touch the flower bed, and picked up a moss-covered brick in his hand.
This set of movements was so smooth that Qiu Huoming almost laughed out loud.
The flashlight at the entrance of the alley shone light, and footsteps sounded.
Qiu Huoming also followed her example and broke off a piece of blue brick, which was still a bit heavy in his hand.
In just ten seconds, Qiu Huoming came face-to-face with these young people.
These people are all dressed up as typical Yangcheng locals. They are not tall and their flashlights are shaking. Qiu Huoming cannot see carefully. He reaches out to cover his eyebrows and says, "Brother, take a step back so that we can meet each other in the future."
Brother Jie stretched out his hand to extinguish the flashlight, and the surrounding area instantly darkened.
He said to Qiu Huoming: "Boy, you are quite good at talking. Okay, I'll take a step back. I'm in a good mood today. You can go..."
He looked at Zhao Jiamin who was behind Qiu Huoming, "Hey, girl, we just want to make friends with you..."
The alley was not wide, and the followers behind him, holding the tools in their hands, moved across the wall, making harsh sounds.
There are many reports about him, and he can be regarded as a strange person. In my opinion, he is a person who takes a different approach and works hard to make a living...