All the delicacies in the world seem to have one thing in common. The most authentic ones are often not in star-rated hotels, but in fly restaurants in a humble alley.

It seems that it is all about verifying a truth - 'The smell of wine is not afraid of the deep alley'.

As the founder of Chifeng Tongjia, Mr. Su Wenyu naturally has a business that will not be small. He also has a font store jointly established with investors. It has exquisite decoration and a prosperous business.

However, the Su family did not forget their roots. The clerk store with high quality is just used to satisfy the brothers and sisters who like high consumption and have a vigilance. In addition, two old stores with doors on an old street in Chifeng were also preserved.

The blue brick walls of the last century, red painted wooden framed glass windows, and the door curtains made of plexiglass strings were hung at the door. All flies and mosquitoes could not stop them, but the guests who were in and out were stunned and clamored.

Holding his round belly, Zhou Aiguo looked self-pitying and hurt, as if he had seen Brother Bao and Sister Xue singing and expressing love with each other.

‘How come there are many couples in Chifeng, but my heartless little master has made me suffer?

Oh, this smell is indeed a little different from the previous ones...'

The days he lived in Africa gave him a sense of smell that was many times more sensitive than ordinary people. Even if it was a hundred meters away, he could tell whether the African lion was in the estrus period by smell. If so, how far he would run as far as he could.

There were still twenty or thirty meters away from this old Suji store, Zhou Aiguo judged that the aroma of the bacon in this pair was different from before.

Although it also has a spice flavor, it is not as rich as the previous chain store, and there is a clear sense of natural fragrance, which makes people unable to help but move their index fingers.

There is no harm without comparison. Looking at the waiter serving the countertop, Zhou Aiguo felt deeply hurt. The person who cruelly hurt him was the respected teacher.

"Why, no more?"

Zhou Dong smiled and looked at Zhou Aiguo, the "hard child", and picked up a pair of clips on his own, bit them down with a big mouthful. Suddenly, a seductive sound of the crust breaking suddenly came into Zhou Aiguo's ears.

What a moving voice that is?

It was like a glacier thawing, the first sound came crisp and abrupt, and even a little lonely, and then it became as dense as a pop of beans.

It was as if the earth was reviving, and the whole world gradually woke up in the rustling and beautiful spring sounds.

"Well, it's delicious. This trip to Chifeng has indeed not been in vain!"

Zhou Aiguo was stunned. With his reputation as a teacher in the white desk, he actually stuck out his tongue and gently licked away the broken pastry sticking to his lips?

“You’re really not going to try it?

With your tasting ability, you can only discover where the authentic Suji clamp is brilliant after a sufficient comparison.

Compared to the pairs you have eaten before, the pairs you are now in front of you are the veritable 'thousand-layer pastry'."

Zhou Dong looked at Zhou Aiguo with a smile. Children who grew up in Africa are used to eating coarse food. No matter how talented they are, they will not be able to find this gap without sufficient comparison.

It must be admitted that the Chifeng-style store in the previous chain store was the only difference between Su Ji's old store, which was the one step that was less than the one that could be made in the first place. But this step was the natural barrier between "ordinary" and "authentic"!

"I'm afraid I'll be able to die, but even if I'm able to die, I have to try this store!

There is a famous saying in Africa, 'Even if you are suffocated to death today, it is better than starving to death tomorrow.'"

Zhou Aiguo grabbed a pair of clamps viciously and then took a bite.

This mouth is bitter and grudge.

"Oh, it's a bit different..."

Being talented is bullying. If it were an ordinary person, even if he had been on a white desk for two or three years, he might not have the sensitive sense of Zhou Aiguo.

For chefs, the first thing is taste, the second thing is smell, and the third thing is touch.

The touch of tongue, cheeks, lips and teeth must at least reach the "sensitivity" level to meet the requirements of a top chef or foodie.

Zhou Aiguo obviously met the standards, especially after eating nearly ten ordinary pairs, his sense of touch became more sensitive.

The Chifeng pairs of the previous chain stores also had a golden crispy crust, and the entrance was extremely crispy, but it lacked a sense of "layering".

After one bite, the skin shattered. Although it is crisp enough, it passes in an instant. At most, it is "showing up" and its stamina is obviously insufficient.

Su Ji is different from the skin. He bites it gently, first cracks from the falling teeth, making an attractive sound of clacking, and then the cracks slowly extend out like a spider web. The pastry will fall layer by layer and segment into the mouth. At this time, the teeth have obviously stopped, but the sound of the pastry will continue to crack.

With this seductive sound, pieces of meat with moderate weight and thinness, with a faint smoky aroma, had already met his tongue and teeth.

This time we met for twenty years.

Zhou Aiguo dared to swear to heaven that this was the first time in his twenty years of life that he had eaten such delicious bacon.

There is no need to mention the bacon in Africa. It is often half-baked, black, red, and red. At most, it is considered the food required for survival, and it has never been related to food.

Even the bacon sold in the chain store is obviously of a different grade.

Before, he was able to quickly tell the spices used for bacon, and even overcompletion of the tasks given by the teacher. He recognized the sixth spice licorice, but now he is a little confused.

This old Suji store also uses some spices. Zhou Aiguo even tasted it first with large pieces of pork belly and cooked with various spices in the soup, and then continued to smoke the cooked meat.

But he could not tell what the spices used by Su Ji were exactly.

The bacon in the chain stores has a distinct taste, a smoked taste, and a variety of spices. It is not messy at all, but it is not a perfect fusion.

But Su Ji's bacon clearly used spices, but it blended perfectly into a ball. When it first entered the mouth, it made people feel that the fragrance was distant and light. After chewing it in the mouth for a few times, a special pine smoked aroma went from light to thick, and finally completely wrapped the flavor of the spice.

Finally, Zhou Aiguo felt that his mouth was full of crispy skin and a slight woody aroma.

They are so perfect, without the abruptness and distraction of various spices competing for beauty, making people unable to stop eating the food the more they eat, and the more they eat, the more they can feel the purity of this kind of delicacy.

It was like a poet wandering in the dense forest. At first, he was full of beautiful words and words, "At the time when spring is gone, the prince can stay." Gradually, he sank his whole body and mind into nature, smelling the fragrance of plants and trees in his nose, and the whisper of birds in his ears. The poems that whitewash the wind and flow all fell into the lower...

"This kid must have made some sense."

Zhou Dong was feeling relieved when he suddenly heard someone laughing beside him: "The King of the White Case in China is like an eagle on the grassland, and should soar in the vast sky of the Xiangjiang International Competition.

Why did King Zhou Mian have time to come to my small shop?
Chapter completed!