Xinlan's Hand-made Private Kitchen [excellent Large Skewers of Barbecue]-the Joy of The Market

Xinlan's hand-made private kitchen [extremely large kebabs]-those happy in the market

Old F treats guests, the white whale top luxury bag. Resplendent and magnificent, the gilded tableware was shining in the light, and the rice-grained Juliana was already swaying the ambiguous red in the decanter. The room has a large terrace, holding on to the fence, and bird's eye view of the city. The traffic flow like a matchbox under the brilliant lights makes people feel that this ancient city has gradually merged into the torrent of the market economy, busy and indifferent.
Old F is Milier's VIP, knows wine very well, and only drinks fine wine. He is busy, busy making money, busy making more money. Today is a business banquet, except for old F, Mi Lier, and old F's daughter Yun, I don't know anyone else. Old F’s banquet is usually attended by Mi Lier. The first Milier can help him block a lot of alcohol, the second Milier’s wine culture can suppress the spot, and the third Milier is a good-looking female companion. But Mi Lier didn't understand other magical horses except wine, so Old F also needed a chatterbox on the dining table, a chatterbox with comprehensive knowledge and appreciation for both elegance and common sense. That's mine. A man in his thirties with a baby face, long hair and hips, dressed in a new and elegant Tang suit, holding a rice paper folding fan, resembling a certain singer, is a topic in itself, ha ha.
There was a boundless chat, the dishes were served, the guests of honor were seated, and the table was full of luxury. In my eyes, these delicate but poor government dishes are just for viewing and display. Behind each quaint dish name is a stack of red paper. I don't like such banquets very much, because I always don't have enough to eat, and I always pay attention to whether there are any traces of sauce beside the rice grains' sexy lips. This kind of dining table is basically not for eating, but for drinking and chatting, except for the unintentional rice grains of course. Old F is a veteran in the shopping mall. He always touches on the commercial purpose of this banquet at the right time. Most of the time he just talks about the world, elegant and vulgar, ancient and modern, and endless words, which makes people totally absent. pressure.
This situation is very interesting. A group of big masters hold a goblet or talk or laugh to cover up their ignorance, as if the continuous vomiting of air can fill their stomachs. In addition to clinking glasses and introducing this red wine, a beautiful woman in costume spends all her time off her shoulders and eating. A young girl's elegant taste will stop, and she will always blend with this luxurious background with a gentle smile. It is completely unpredictable whether she can understand the elegant and vulgar meat and vegetables.
Yun was nurtured by old F like a princess since she was a child. The birth of bitter haha and the childhood of bitter haha made old F work hard. After his success, he resolutely refused to let his daughter suffer the sufferings he had suffered. Old F told Yun that princes like princesses, and Cinderella is just a fairy tale for the poor to comfort him. After Yun was born, she was surrounded by a group of teachers of various races in the luxurious big house, teaching her the languages of different countries, noble table manners, and elegant dressing. She is like the princess on the pea described by Andersen, who fell in love with a son of a famous family under the arrangement of old F. The son was naturally full of joy, feeling that he had found the real princess, the nobleman who could perceive peas through the thick duck down and mattress. She didn't like rice grains very much, and that kind of gorging was simply unreasonable to her.
After the meal, old F are going to the cigar bar. I left this not-so-loved occasion on the pretext of sending the ladies home. Mi Lier sat in the co-pilot, took off her high heels and put on flip-flops, complaining that she was not full. In the rearview mirror, I saw a faint light flashing across Yun's face.
"Xinlan, stop! Stop!" Mi Lier's loud voice was more excited than the harsh brakes. As soon as the car stopped steadily, Mi Lier opened the door, pulled me to the northeast barbecue gear on the curb, and threw Yun into the car alone. "Boss, two-handed mutton, two-handed beef, two-handed crispy bones, one grilled fish, one plate of boiled peanuts, two servings of stinky tofu, one plate of cucumbers, two cases of beer, grilled authentic order." Mi Xiaoer yelled and sat greasy and greasy. On the plastic stool, the corners of the white dress skirt dropped on the dirty ground, very conspicuous. I turned around, opened the door, and smiled apologetically at Yun who was at a loss: "Yun, you are not full, or let's eat more, my stomach will be croaking too." Yun looked at The horrible camouflage stool, the chic fume that fluttered in the air, the brawny man like a wolf like a tiger, did not make a sound. From her frowning brow, I knew her answer, but I couldn't let her go. If you let her go home alone, and if something happens on the road, old F will divide me into five pieces. "Then you wait for the rice grains in the car, she is like this, she has to eat when she is hungry."
Back to the barbecue stall, the rice grains have already started to eat and drink, so bold, man.
The barbecue night market is an infinite lively and very infectious. No matter who is in it, he will be unconditionally conquered by the city's, simple, civilian, and pure excitement. Both men and women are very relaxed. The men drank the wine lively, without you pushing me, there was no intrigue, without me to respect you, it was just a toast between the simplest and most presumptuous brothers. The women ate the skewers happily. There was no pretentiousness, no sanitation, no manners, but the simplest and most relaxing food enjoyment, and they didn't care about the greasy and greasy lips that were stained.
This is the happiness of those of us in the market, the so-called nobles will never understand. In their view, this noisy and dirty environment, this unsightly food, is the bitter life of us so-called poor people. Hehe, when they were sitting in the swaying candlelight and swaying red wine gracefully, we gobbled up the riba people on this dusty street. It was so pitiful. However, in our eyes, the high-end dishes that even cats can't feed themselves are definitely not as enjoyable as this cheap skewers. Gulping meat, drinking from a big bowl, the happiness of this market, such a hustle and bustle, like a fish drinking water, knowing it is cold or warm. Hearty and unrestrained, the happiness of this market, so true and honest, is better than all hypocritical and cold luxury.
I like to drink in such an environment, those vulgar spoken words in my ears, those complaints about life, those short trivial things in the parents, make me feel the truth of life and let me experience the happiness of life. I drank with the rice grains, and tore a whole roasted meat in one mouthful. Watching the rice grains stick out their tongues spicy, the kind of hearty and unrestrainedness is something a guy who dines in a high-end restaurant can never experience. No matter how wronged you are during the day, no matter how upset you are during the day, no matter how humble and fragmented you are during the day, no matter how you hate your own poverty during the day, and no matter how much you look up to the wealth of others during the day. At this moment, the happiness that this food stall brings us is everything and the source of all happiness. At this moment, friends are at the side, food is in the air, wine is accompanied by beautiful women, and the lovers of old and young who are walking on the road are drunk and confused. The world is flourishing, but that's it.
After eating and drinking, Mi Lier and I reluctantly returned to the car. Yun had already fallen asleep curled up in the back seat, still frowning. Mi Lier and I looked at each other and smiled: "I don't understand the darkness of night during the day, and she doesn't understand the happiness of these markets."
Chu Renxinlan drunk and booked madly. "