Food: Random stalls, customers chase me all over the country

Chapter 439-Linhai Wheat Shrimp and Beggar Chicken
When people suddenly relax after an intense game, they will become drowsy, and Qin Haiyang and Fang Zixin are no exception.

However, their depressed state only lasted until the delicious food arrived.

Fang Zixin is from Zhejiang Province, and Linhai wheat shrimp is a snack from her hometown, while Qin Haiyang is from Donglai Village in Jiangsu Province, and beggar chicken is also a delicacy from his hometown.

The two items were delivered to their respective hands in less than five minutes after they came out of the pot.

Fang Zixin opened the lid with some joy. The rich and fragrant smell made her close her eyes in intoxication, and then she took a deep breath.

The rich and fresh fragrance filled her nostrils. The unique and fresh smell made her nerves relax all of a sudden, as if she had returned to her hometown and her warm room.

The soup of the Mai Shrimp is rich and mellow, and various ingredients appear or disappear in the milky white soup base, which is full of layers.

Fang Zixin couldn't help but put her mouth to the edge of the bowl and gently sipped the soup base.

fresh!
As soon as she took a sip of the soup, the word "delicious" appeared in her mind. The rich taste could make one's soul tremble.

That’s right, this is definitely authentic hometown food!
Fang Zixin has eaten many versions of Linhai Maixia. In her opinion, this snack can be made without anything else, but it absolutely cannot be without shredded white radish.

The soft and glutinous texture of stewed shredded white radish is secondary. The most important thing is the umami flavor it provides to the soup base, which no other ingredient can provide.

The unique refreshing, delicious and rich taste is the soul of this snack!
Boss Wang is indeed a professional.

After taking a sip of the soup, it felt like the invincible Zhao Zilong in white and silver armor, which whetted Fang Zixin's appetite. Fang Zixin, who originally had no appetite, suddenly felt her appetite increase significantly.

I picked up a rosy dried shrimp and put it in my mouth. The rich taste was even more delicious than fresh shrimp.

The dried shrimps have become plump again after stewing. Compared with fresh shrimps, the dried shrimps have absorbed a lot of essence from the soup and side dishes during the stewing process. Not only are they more chewy and elastic, but they are also more fresh and rich in flavor.

Then take a bite of the absolute star, the Mai Shrimp. Made of flour and eggs, the Mai Shrimp has a smooth texture and rich fragrance that real shrimps don’t have. Add to that the remaining freshness of the dried shrimps, and the combination of the two complements each other.

Being in a foreign country, it is inevitable to miss home, but after eating this bowl of rich and delicious wheat shrimp, the whole body feels warm.

Fang Zixin felt her eyelids starting to twitch, and soon she fell into a deep sleep.

There was a faint smile on the chubby face, and it was obvious that it was a sweet dream.

Qin Haiyang was very excited at the moment. He was studying the dough lumps in front of him with great interest.

Coach Yao only knew that this troublesome disciple ordered a meal, but he didn't know what he ordered.

Looking at the slightly burnt red dough in front of him, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "What did you order?"

Qin Haiyang chuckled and said, "You'll know when I knock it open." Then he glanced around the room.

After a quick glance, I didn't find any suitable weapon. How can I break open the shell?

Headbutt attack?
Looking at Coach Yao's gray hair, this tempting and bold idea had to be thrown out of his mind.

"Coach, hit it with your fist."

Coach Yao said angrily, "Do you think my old arms and legs can break this lump?"

Qin Haiyang said: "I still have a competition to go on. What if I get injured? I don't dare to hit him."

"What on earth did you order?"

"Beggar's chicken."

"You should eat less greasy food, especially as you age, which makes you more susceptible to the three highs."

“It’s not too greasy, is it?”

"How do we get it open?" "Coach, you can try a headbutt."

"go away."

The master and the disciple scratched their heads, it seemed like they had no idea where to start.

"Oh, right!"

Coach Yao slapped his head, quickly rummaged through the black plastic bag, and then took out a rolling pin.

"I was wondering why Xiao Wang put a rolling pin in there. It turns out this is what it's for."

I was so curious about what was inside the dough that I forgot about the rolling pin.

Coach Yao was holding a rolling pin and was about to hit the dough when a voice came from the door.

"Hey, Ocean, what are you guys doing here?"

Coach Yao and Qin Haiyang looked up and saw a black guy walking in.

And this person is Qin Haiyang’s roommate, Reeves, a sprinter from Bald Eagle.

The dormitory arrangement in the Paris Olympic Village is somewhat random. Not only are there no distinctions between events or countries, some large dormitories don't even distinguish between genders.

It is done in the name of enhancing communication, but only God knows whether it is actually for the purpose of saving costs and time.

Qin Haiyang does not have an English name, so when he introduced himself, he used the English name of Ocean, so Reeves simply called Qin Haiyang Ocean.

"Congratulations on winning the gold medal. You did a great job."

Reeves roared with congratulations, then curiously looked at the dough lumps on the table. He touched his curly hair and asked in confusion, "Didn't I hear your country sent a chef? What are these things that look like mud lumps?"

Qin Haiyang explained in English: "This is what our country's chefs make. It's called beggar's chicken."

He didn't know how to translate "Beggar's Chicken" better, so he just introduced it in Chinese.

Reeves was even more confused and repeated in broken English: "Beggar's chicken?"

Qin Haiyang thought for a moment and explained, "It's a delicacy made with chicken. It's said to have been invented by beggars. Oh, beggars are equivalent to homeless people in your area."

Reeves was shocked: "You just won the championship, and your country makes you eat food that only homeless people eat? If I won the championship, I would ask to eat the best tomahawk steak until I die."

Qin Haiyang quickly explained: "Although it was invented by a homeless person, this chicken is delicious."

Reeves shook his head vigorously. "In our place, only poor people eat fried chicken. It would never appear on the menu of an Olympic champion. It's an insult! Even if I were beaten to death, I would never eat food from a homeless person."

Qin Haiyang explained with a smile: "No insult, and this is not homeless food. I asked the chef to make this for me. It's a delicacy from my hometown, and it's really delicious."

Reeves still had an expression of disbelief.

Coach Yao didn't say anything at this time. No words could be as direct as seeing the real thing in front of him.

He picked up the rolling pin and hit the dough lump with some force.

"boom!"

The dough lumps burst with a sound, and the thick dough shell looked like a coconut being cracked open.

"Suck……"

(End of this chapter)