Catering God

Chapter 121 Losing My Sister and Losing My Army

The first thing Chen Jingyu did when she got in the car was to take out the label with "Chen Jingyu's Seat" written on it from her bag, re-glue it, and then stick it on the glove box in front of the co-pilot.

That's it.

The rich young woman clapped her hands in satisfaction.

Jiang Feng gently turned the steering wheel and drove out of the parking lot, glancing at Chen Jingyu's actions.

"Dead fish, just because you put up this sign, does that mean that this seat is only for you from now on?"

"OK."

Chen Jingyu admitted it openly.

Dead fish have also learned to mark their territory.

Jiang Feng couldn't help but joked:
"Then when I go out to drive a private taxi in the future, this seat will have to be occupied by someone else. What will I do then?"

"Why do you want to go out and drive a private taxi?"

"Because I need to make money. You know, your good friend is very poor and needs to work part-time to earn a living."

"Oh, so that's how it is. Then you don't have to drive a private taxi anymore."

"why?"

"Because if you can't make ends meet, just come to me and I can support you."

The young rich woman waved her hand very generously, and it seemed that she really wanted to carry out the so-called "support" to the end.

Jiang Feng blushed and said quickly, "Don't say such things in front of your brother in the future... unless you want to see us fighting."

"why?"

Chen Jingyu was very confused.

"You're his sister. 'Keeping a mistress' isn't a nice word to begin with. Imagine if your sister kept complaining about wanting to keep a mistress outside. How would you feel?"

"But I don't have a sister..."

Chen Jingyu blinked her beautiful eyes and looked at Jiang Feng with a simple and innocent look.

Jiang Feng supported his forehead painfully, not knowing whether the little rich woman was really stupid or just pretending to be stupid, he could only sigh helplessly:
"Never mind. I'm too lazy to talk to you about this. You won't understand anyway. From now on, you just do whatever I say. Do you understand?"

"Jiang Feng, you are so domineering."

Chen Jingyu frowned slightly, crossed her arms, and said with some dissatisfaction.

Jiang Feng's eyes twitched, and he couldn't help but argue, "I'm domineering? Who forcibly occupied my passenger seat as soon as he got in the car? Do you still have the nerve to call me domineering?"

“I didn’t take it by force…”

The rich young woman shook her head, then said seriously, "It was originally mine."

Jiang Feng was completely speechless.

He was too lazy to argue with the rich woman about the ownership of the passenger seat of the car, for fear of making her unhappy if he said too much.

It's already noon, time to eat.

Jiang Feng called Chen Tiankuo and asked him to drive closely behind him. He then led the way. After driving for nearly thirty minutes, they finally arrived at their destination.

It is not a downtown area, nor a commercial street, but a very ordinary residential area. Cars cannot drive in and have to be parked outside.

The three of them walked in and walked for a while.

Chen Tiankuo put his hands in his pockets and looked around the narrow street, feeling very confused.

"No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like there's a big hotel here."

There are old residential buildings on both sides, even the windows are made of wood. Due to their age, the cement walls have fallen off, revealing the red bricks inside.

There are tables, chairs and benches downstairs, honeycomb coal is piled against the wall, and the kettle on the coal stove is steaming. Some old people who have eaten lunch gathered downstairs, with a brazier in the middle, drinking tea, playing chess and chatting.

The supply and marketing cooperative, hardware store, locksmith shop, and photo studio all had decorations and signage from the last century. From time to time, one could still see the big-character posters on the walls: "It's better to have only one child, the state will provide for your retirement," "Prevent AIDS..."

Jiang Feng glanced at Chen Tiankuo: "Who said I would take you to a big restaurant for dinner?"

"Ah? You're too stingy!"

Under the leadership of Jiang Feng, the few of them walked for a while, passed through a small alley, came to a small open space, and finally arrived at their destination.

It was a very simple restaurant, without even a sign at the door. There were only a few words written crookedly in chalk on the cement wall - Lao Ma's Pig's Trotter Flower.

However, the business was very brisk, and the seats in the store were basically full, with only a few tables, chairs and benches left outside.

"Are we going to eat here?" Chen Tiankuo couldn't believe it.

As a typical rich second generation, Chen Tiankuo has always been accustomed to a life of luxury. Although he doesn't eat every meal in a five-star hotel, he has never tried this kind of small restaurant hidden under an old residential building.

"of course."

Jiang Feng walked straight forward.

I walked up to an old lady wearing an apron, who was obviously the boss.

I asked, "Boss, do you have any hoof flowers left?"

"And, look..."

As the aunt spoke, she lifted the lids of the two pots at the door. There was only a small half left of the pot of stewed pig's feet, and there was not much left of the pot of stewed kelp and kidney beans.

"22 yuan a stick, would you like some?"

Jiang Feng nodded: "Okay, give me six pig's trotters, and a portion of cold-mixed pig's head and pig's ears."

"Okay, go sit down and I'll bring it over right away."

After Jiang Feng placed his order, he sat down with Chen Jingyu and Chen Tiankuo.

The dining environment is very simple, with a folding table, three wooden stools, and a large locust tree outside the store.

Jiang Feng found a small stool for Chen Jingyu to put her handbag on.

Jiang Feng saw Chen Tiankuo twisting and turning on the bench, looking restless, and asked, "What's wrong? Do you have hemorrhoids?"

"No... the leg of my stool is lame, so it's shaking."

Chen Tiankuo said with difficulty.

Jiang Feng looked around, picked up a tile from the ground, and used it as a footstool for Chen Tiankuo.

Chen Tiankuo finally sat down and then complained, "You should at least take us to a decent restaurant."

"What do you know? I'm taking you to try Hanchuan's famous snack, Lao Ma Pig's Hoof Flower. It's only authentic when eaten in places like this."

Jiang Feng explained.

He had been to this restaurant with his classmates before and still remembered it clearly. Although it looked ordinary, the taste was extraordinary.

Chen Tiankuo curled his lips, then looked at Chen Jingyu beside him: "Jingyu, what do you think of this place?"

"It's okay."

Chen Jingyu often eats various snacks in the streets and alleys. She has long been accustomed to these places, so she is not as pretentious as her brother.

They had just chatted for a few words when the waiter brought the food to the table.

A pot of pig's trotter soup, a thick white soup, in addition to the pig's trotter, there are also stewed kelp and kidney beans, and some chopped green onions are sprinkled on it for garnish.

There are also two plates of cold dishes, pig ears and pig head meat, mixed with red oil. The colors are bright and make people's appetites increase.

There is also a bowl of rice and a bowl of dipping sauce for eating pig's trotters.

There is a huge difference between this kind of restaurant and fast food restaurant. There are only a few dishes on the menu, and they are all prepared well. When customers come, they just need to take the food out of the pot and put it on a plate, so the serving speed is very fast.

There were six empty bowls on the table, three for rice and three for pig's trotters.

Jiang Feng picked up the bowl and served a bowl of rice to Chen Jingyu and Chen Tiankuo respectively, then picked up the soup spoon and picked up a pig's trotter for each of them.

Although Chen Tiankuo said he disliked it, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva when he saw the pig's trotters that had been stewed until they were soft and boneless, and the aroma that hit him. He urged Jiang Feng to move:

"Hurry up...give me some more soup."

"Don't worry, I'll teach you how to eat it."

Jiang Feng picked out a piece of pig's trotter and put it in each of the three people's bowls. Then he picked up the dipping bowl and poured a layer of thick dipping sauce on each pig's trotter.

The dipping sauce is made of soy sauce, sesame oil, scallion oil, pepper oil, chicken essence, chili oil, dried shrimps, and green onions.

The snow-white pig's trotters, drizzled with spicy sauce and dipped in water, look like they are covered with a bright red coat.

“Isn’t this spicy?”

Chen Tiankuo looked at the bright red sauce and suddenly felt a little timid.

"No, you'll know if you try it." Jiang Feng said, spreading the dipping sauce on the surface of the pig's trotter with chopsticks, then lowered his head and began to gnaw on it.

Chen Tiankuo saw Jiang Feng's rude behavior and shook his head:

"Not beautiful."

Then, he tried to pick up the whole hoof flower very elegantly, but found that... he couldn't do it.

After a lot of trouble, there is no solution.

He could only follow Jiang Feng's example and bury his head over the bowl to nibble on the pig's trotters.

Finally feeling comfortable...

In fact, the word "gnaw" is not accurate, because the pig's trotters have been stewed in the charcoal fire for several hours and have become soft and boneless. You only need to suck the soft and glutinous meat skin into your mouth.

Because the pork skin is full of collagen, even if it is stewed until it is very mushy, it still has a slightly chewy texture when you put it in your mouth.

After taking just two bites, Chen Tiankuo looked up in surprise: "Wow, this thing is so delicious!"

The meat is smooth, tender, and refreshing, and the richly seasoned dipping sauce not only covers up the fishy smell of the pig's trotter itself, but also relieves the greasiness.

"Why else do you think I brought you all this way here to eat?"

Jiang Feng was not comfortable using chopsticks, so he just threw them away.

Lao Ma Pig's Trotter Flower is a traditional specialty of Handu, especially in the area around People's Park. There are countless restaurants named "Laoma Pig's Trotter Flower", which has become a scenic spot.

Jiang Feng was deeply impressed by this because when he was doing business in the past, he inevitably had to attend social events.

After drinking late at night, I went to the street and ate a bowl of hot pig's trotter flower. It not only helped me sober up, but also made me feel comfortable.

According to him, this is what the common people eat, and the most delicious food in the world is also what the common people eat.

Chen Tiankuo didn't expect that the food in this unremarkable little restaurant downstairs of the residential building would be so delicious.

So he rolled up his sleeves, got to work, and started fighting with the pig's hoof flower in the bowl.

Compared with the two boys' rough eating behavior, Chen Jingyu is obviously much more ladylike.

She first tied her hair with the rubber band in her bag before starting to eat.

I saw her slowly and methodically tear off a piece of pig's trotter skin with chopsticks, put it into her mouth and chew it.

"Yeah, delicious!"

Her beautiful eyes brightened up unexpectedly.

This dish of Mom’s Pig’s Hoof has been given a thumbs up by the little rich lady.

There are also cold-mixed pig heads and pig ears on the table, which go really well with rice.

I took a bite of pig's trotters and then a bite of cold pork head. The stimulating feeling of the chili pepper instantly hit me, and I quickly scooped up two mouthfuls of rice to suppress it.

Because the rice is steamed in wooden barrels and using firewood, it has a light woody aroma when you put it in your mouth.

Carbohydrates, proteins, fats, and complex seasonings spread in the mouth, constantly stimulating the taste buds.

The refreshing feeling brought by this rough way of eating is something you can never experience in a five-star hotel.

It just so happened that they had been busy buying a car for a long time in the morning, and were tired and hungry. Jiang Feng and Chen Tiankuo were now eating without any hesitation.

Soon.

The bowl of rice is almost empty.

The six pig's trotters were completely eaten, leaving a pile of bones on the table and some kelp and kidney beans left in the soup bowl.

At this time, Jiang Feng served another bowl of soup to each person.

The last bowl of hot soup was drunk.

The meal ended successfully.

While Jiang Feng went to pay the bill, Chen Tiankuo wiped his hands with toilet paper and asked Chen Jingyu for a wet tissue to wipe his mouth.

Roadside shops don’t provide tissues, so people just use toilet paper rolls to wipe their mouths.

Chen Tiankuo touched his bulging belly and looked at Chen Jingyu:

"Is this how you eat out with Jiang Feng every day?"

"Yes, Jiang Feng often takes me out to eat delicious food."

Chen Jingyu nodded.

Chen Tiankuo was quite envious, but was too embarrassed to say it out loud. He could only shake his head and say, "Handu is such a terrible place. If I don't control my eating habits, I'll end up fat sooner or later."

Chen Jingyu can't gain weight because of her physique. Jiang Feng can't gain weight because he exercises regularly and knows how to control himself.

Chen Tiankuo has no time to exercise, and he doesn't have the same physique as Chen Jingyu.

If he keeps eating at this pace, it's only a matter of time before he gets fat.

He's an idol, how could he get fat? I'll have to stay away from Jiang Feng from now on... Even when eating.

Speaking of gaining weight, Chen Tiankuo suddenly remembered something, so he winked at Chen Jingyu and said:

"Jingyu, if Jiang Feng becomes a fat man, will you still be friends with him?"

"Yes."

Chen Jingyu nodded without hesitation.

"Hehe, you answered very straightforwardly. Then why don't you ask Jiang Feng?"

Chen Tiankuo had a wicked smile on his face and was setting a trap for Jiang Feng again.

Soon.

Jiang Feng came back after paying the bill.

Chen Jingyu asked directly: "Jiang Feng, if I get fat, will you still be friends with me?"

Where did this fatal question come from?
Jiang Feng glanced at Chen Tiankuo who was grinning evilly beside him. He knew without thinking that it was this guy who came up with the bad idea.

"You can't gain weight, and with your small arms and legs, how fat can you possibly get?"

As Jiang Feng answered, he skillfully took out a wet wipe from Chen Jingyu's bag to wipe her mouth.

"I mean if."

"No ifs."

Chen Jingyu immediately became unhappy, put her hands on her hips, and said angrily:

"Jiang Feng, I understand. If I gain weight, you will definitely go and make friends with other pretty girls!"

Seeing this, Chen Tiankuo grinned and snickered beside him, and continued to fan the flames:
"That's right, Jiang Feng is just that kind of person. He only looks at people with a face, and he absolutely has no conscience!"

Jiang Feng ignored Chen Tiankuo's slander and touched Chen Jingyu's little head with a smile.

"Stupid fish, we agreed to be good friends for life. You don't dislike me, so how could I dislike you? Even if you turn into a little fat pig, we will still be good friends."

Isn't it easy to coax a girl?
Chen Jingyu heard it.

Suddenly his anger turned into joy.

He was so happy that his eyebrows curved and he nodded his head.

"Yeah, Jiang Feng, you're so nice."

Jiang Feng glanced at Chen Tiankuo next to him, raised his eyebrows deliberately, and then asked Chen Jingyu:
"Who is better, me or your brother?"

"you are the best."

Chen Jingyu answered without any hesitation and with a firm will.

Chen Tiankuo was stunned.

He opened his mouth, but was speechless. His throat moved twice, but he finally swallowed what he wanted to say.

Only go when you see the decadence that is visible to the naked eye.

I couldn't help but sigh: "I'm such a bad mouth."

Why do you want to provoke Jiang Feng?

Not only did he lose his sister, but he also lost his army.

Oh, what a sin...

　I'd like to collect your opinions. Do you prefer to see the career line or daily interactions? I find that every time I write about career, there are serious jumps in orders.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)