Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat Chapter 603

  Chapter 603 Hong Kong-style food stall

Hong Kong food stalls actually mean roadside stalls. They first appeared after the end of World War II. At that time, the British Hong Kong government lacked sufficient social welfare, and many family members of civil servants who died during the war could not rely on meager pensions to maintain their lives. civil servants, in order to support their families. Then you can apply to the Hong Kong government for a mobile cooked food license without fixed stalls, allowing them to set up stalls on the street or in the alley.

  This is the reason why the food stalls in Hong Kong City first appeared. Because the food stalls are affordable, many refugees who went to Hong Kong City for refuge did not have a tile to cover them. They would sleep on the street when they were sleepy, and eat at the food stalls when they were hungry.

Later, many workers who worked night shifts also had a simple supper at food stalls after get off work. As the economy gradually prospered, some people with better economic conditions gradually began to live nightlife. After coming out of bars and nightclubs, they will also have a simple supper at food stalls.

   Slowly, food stalls began to prosper. It can be said that they were very popular for a while, and once became a part of Hong Kong life.

Fang Lang's impression of food stalls is actually mostly from the memory of later generations. Food stalls in this period are still in their infancy, and the reason why Reinhardt has a certain understanding of food stalls is because the Admiralty Naval Base was originally There are several ship maintenance stations, and many boatmen work in it.

  In order to do business with these workers, some people naturally opened food stalls near the naval base, and gradually even British naval officers like Reinhardt knew the existence of this special food stall.

  So, when Fang Lang proposed to experience the food stall culture in Hong Kong City, Reinhardt agreed without hesitation.

   After finally waiting until ten o'clock in the evening, after the banquet at the Governor's Mansion, Fang Lang, led by Reinhardt, impatiently drove to the area with the most food stalls in this period, the area around Stanley Street in Central.

   Fang Lang, who was sitting in the car, chatted with Reinhardt beside him while admiring the night view of the port city.

   "Brother, have you ever eaten food stalls in Hong Kong City? Do you know where the best food is?

   Don't wait to find a place that doesn't taste good, it will be a waste of time. "

   After hearing Fang Lang's words, Reinhardt, who was sitting on the side, gave Fang Lang an angry look and said:

  “Is it not easy to find a restaurant with good taste? Just look where the queue is the most, and the taste here will definitely not be bad.”

   Fang Lang glanced at Reinhardt in surprise.

   "Hey! You can do it, kid! You have mastered such rules, yes, yes, the young man has a future."

"I've been living in Hong Kong City for almost a year. Can I still not understand the situation in Hong Kong City? I have to say that the cuisine of Huaguo really makes people sink. I found a magical food in Hong Kong City called "Western Toast".

  This French toast improved by Hong Kong people is definitely my favorite. They deep-fry the toast and top it with syrup and butter, it's like injecting soul into the toast.

do you know? This is the most delicious food I have eaten in so many years, especially after sticking some condensed milk, the taste will be more layered.

  Unfortunately, this kind of delicacy will not appear in food stalls, otherwise I will let you taste what is called delicacy in the world tonight. "

Hearing this, Fang Lang glanced at Reinhardt with a disgusted expression on his face. This poor British kid from the gourmet desert must lack the influence of gourmet food. Conquering him shows how low his requirements are.

   It's not that Fang Lang thinks "Sitoshi" is not delicious, but that in his opinion, this kind of food can only be regarded as a dessert at best, not a meal at all.

   "Look at you, who have never seen the world, do you know what kind of Huaguo cuisine can't be called gourmet?

  If you seriously talk about the food culture of Huaguo, I won't be able to finish talking with you until tomorrow morning. Just like the food stall we are going to this time, you probably haven't been there! "

  Linehardt was very dissatisfied with the way Fang Lang looked down on him, but I don't know if he also knew that Huaguo cuisine is indeed not something that their British food can beat, so he didn't refute directly, but said with some doubts:

   "How do you know I haven't eaten at a food stall?"

   "Does it need to be said? Just from the fact that you regard Sidoushus as a classic, you know that you must have never seen much in the world.

   Today I will teach you a rule. In Huaguo, the real food is often hidden in the streets and alleys. And the food stall we are going to now is very likely to hide the real Huaguo cuisine. "

  Fang Lang with a smile on his face, pretending to be mysterious, lowered his voice and said to Reinhardt.

  Hearing what Fang Lang said, Reinhardt looked Fang Lang up and down suspiciously.

   "Is what you said true?"

"Really, don't we know if we try it tonight? However, this kind of thing occasionally depends on luck. After all, the chef's craftsmanship still varies. The same dish will appear completely different in the hands of different chefs. Same taste."

   As Fang Lang talked, even he began to look forward to it.

   Time passed unknowingly while the two were chatting, and the convoy slowly stopped not far from Stanley Street in Central. Although many people in Hong Kong City in this period owned private cars, they were not so overwhelmed that no parking space could be found.

  However, in order to keep a low profile, Fang Lang still asked everyone to park their cars a little farther away. As the convoy stopped slowly, a group of plainclothes guards got off the car in twos and threes first, and spread out in all directions.

   After the guards were all in place, Qi Qingshan stepped forward and knocked on Fang Lang's car door, and Fang Lang, Qi Qingshan, and Reinhardt wandered leisurely towards the food stall on Stanley Street.

  Stanley Street is a normal street during the day, but at the moment it is already full of dense dining tables.

  As several people approached Stanley Street slowly, the number of pedestrians around gradually increased. Foldable small round tables filled the whole street, placed on the open-air stove, smoky, and from time to time as the chef stir-fried, burst into the sky.

  The waiter with a towel hanging around his neck was very busy running back and forth. Groups of diners chatted and laughed wantonly while savoring the delicious food. All the hard work of the day was fully released at this moment.

There were a few tables of young people dressed as company employees who seemed to be in good economic conditions, drinking happily and punching their fists, each of them flushed from drinking, and a young man who looked a little thin was lying on the table unconscious, obviously erect Raise the white flag, call a truce and strike.

   Such a bustling scene surprised Reinhardt, who experienced the excitement of food stalls for the first time.

  In the eyes of these ordinary people who are struggling at the bottom of society and desperately making ends meet, it seems that the tense situation just mentioned by the big figures in the Governor's Palace does not exist, forming a sharp contrast. For a moment, Reinhardt didn't know what to say.

  Fang Lang was not surprised by this. On the contrary, he felt unprecedentedly kind to this occasion, and couldn't help standing where he was, and took a deep breath.

  The air was filled with the aroma of various delicacies, which instantly filled his nasal cavity, and he couldn't help closing his eyes gently, and savoring it carefully.

The moment he closed his eyes, he seemed to have returned to the night market he frequented in his previous life. In the noisy food stalls, there was the sound of the proprietress enthusiastically inviting customers, and the **** beer girl was selling wine glasses. The drinkers of the three rounds unscrupulously swayed their pride.

   All of this was so intoxicating that for a moment Fang Lang almost didn't want to open his eyes again.

   "Fang, how about we go there? Where are the most customers."

Just when Fang Lang was intoxicated, Reinhardt glanced at the food stalls on the side, and found that there were many people gathered in front of a small-scale food stall in a shop not far away, and several of them seemed to be waiting in line vacancy.

   This situation perfectly conforms to the rule that there are the most guests, and he couldn't help but ask Fang Lang for his opinion.

  Fang Lang, who was recalled by Reinhardt, sighed softly, looked in the direction of his fingers, and saw a stall about 30 meters away, and there were indeed more people than the nearby stalls.

The scale of the stall is small, it seems to be a husband and wife stall, the chef at the stall is a middle-aged man who looks a little lame, and the person who greets the customers is a middle-aged woman who still looks charming and a bit aggressive .

  This woman is slightly fat, her long black hair is **** high with a silk scarf with black dots on a white background, and she sways from side to side as the woman walks, looking quite different.

   "No problem, let's go here and try!"

   After finishing speaking, he took the lead in walking to this food stall.

   After walking in, I saw a wooden sign with black characters on a white background standing in front of the stove where the lame man was, with the words Mingji written on it from top to bottom.

  Fang Lang smiled slightly, and instead of talking to the proprietress, he stepped forward and said to the lame man:

   "Master, do you still have room for the three of you?"

The lame man who was in full swing looked up at Fang Lang and the three of them. Seeing that Fang Lang and the others were well-dressed, and a foreigner was following him, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly reacted and opened his mouth in surprise road:

   "Yes, yes, boss, please wait a moment, I will ask my wife to arrange it for you immediately!"

   After finishing speaking, he directly said to the middle-aged woman who was cleaning up the tables and chairs not far away:

   "Shufen, there are three guests here, please help arrange them!"

The woman turned her head when she heard the words, and looked in the direction of the stove. At this time, Fang Lang noticed that the woman's appearance was unexpectedly beautiful, with a traditional Chinese oval face, and her skin was white and smooth. The first word that appears is Wang Fuxiang.

  Maybe it was discovered that there was a foreigner among the several people, and the clothes of the three were obviously different from the workers and staff around them.

   "Okay! Three bosses, this way please! I'll clean up here soon, you sit here!"

   Fang Lang heard the words, glanced at the few waves of customers who were still queuing up, and said embarrassedly:

   "Boss, I see that there are still a few customers here who seem to be queuing up. Why don't we let them eat first? Let's sit on the side and wait."

  Fang Lang regretted a little after talking to the lame man. Knowing that there were still people queuing up ahead, he ran up and asked the boss if there was any space.

  Actually, the main reason why Fang Lang came forward to talk to him was that he didn't see the menu on the spot, and wanted to ask the boss what special dishes this food stall has, and to see how the boss's craftsmanship is.

  Unexpectedly, the boss didn't ask him to wait, but directly asked the boss's wife to arrange a place for him. This made Fang Lang's plan to stand by the stove more and chat with the boss fell through.

   But he didn't want to break the rules, so he couldn't help but reject the boss's kindness.

  The few guests who were waiting in line seemed to feel a lot more comfortable when they saw Fang Lang looking at them, and then declined to the boss to arrange for them first.

I don't know whether it was because of the clothes they saw, and I was a little surprised that people like them would come to eat food stalls, or because there was a foreigner among the three of them. Everyone's eyes were full of curiosity and exploration, and they didn't realize it. Out of resentment or dissatisfaction.

  One of the uncles, who looked to be around fifty years old, took the initiative to say:

   "It's okay, we are not in a hurry, you guys eat first!"

  The more polite these people are to Fang Lang, the more embarrassed Fang Lang is. We are all compatriots. He really doesn't want to jump in line, and he doesn't think he is superior.

   "How embarrassing! We came later, so we should talk about first come first served. Actually, I mainly want to ask the boss first, what special dishes are there at the stall."

  All the guests who were waiting in line saw this young man in suit and leather shoes behaving modestly and politely.

  The uncle who spoke earlier said directly:

"Sir, the most we can do is to eat a bowl of vegetarian fried noodles. Xiao Chen can't earn us much money. But a decent person like you must spend more than us, and the profit of consuming them here can also be higher, so, It's better for you to order first!"

  Fang Lang laughed dumbfounded when he heard the words. This old man is really sincere, and he doesn't hide his words at all. It can be seen that these customers and the couple of this store should be old acquaintances, and they get along quite well.

   It was a bit surprising to give way.

   Turning his head to look at the couple in the store, he saw that the two of them seemed to have been taken into consideration by the uncle, and the expressions on their faces seemed a little embarrassed.

   Seeing this, Fang Lang could only shrug his shoulders, and said with a smile:

   "Okay then! We're not welcome."

  Reinhardt couldn't understand what a few people were saying, so he could only stand aside and wait quietly until Fang Lang held his shoulders and walked towards the small table that the proprietress had just cleared.

  He just walked over with a face of indifference. As an Englishman, he regarded Fang Lang as a friend, but not all Chinese as friends, so he didn't care about the feelings of other Chinese here. Everything seems to be taken for granted.

   Qi Qingshan, on the other hand, did not speak the whole time, his gaze swept over the faces of the customers near the food stall from time to time, watching the surrounding environment vigilantly, for fear of any accidents.

  Following the three of them to the dining table that the proprietress had cleared away, the proprietress had already wiped the table clean with a rag.

  After several people came and sat down, they nodded very politely to the three of them and said:

   "Three distinguished guests, what would you like to eat?"

  Fang Lang turned his head to meet the plump headlights of the proprietress, swallowed with some difficulty, and quickly looked away:

   "I didn't find the menu just now. I don't know what special dishes you have here. Let's do this! You pick up the best ones and arrange a table. If you are satisfied with your meal, we will reward you with a tip."

  When the proprietress heard that there was a tip reward, her eyes lit up immediately, and she stood up very readily and clapped her hands confidently:

   "No problem, then I'll let our head of the house use his housekeeping skills to ensure that the guests are satisfied."

  (end of this chapter)

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