At this time, the waiter who had been standing by the table spoke: "I'm sorry, this lady, our restaurant does not have this dish."

I was about to persuade Sister Ziying to forget it, but Sister Ziying's face darkened: "I don't know about this dish even if I measure a restaurant like you. I tell you it's useless, call the chef."

Sister Ziying's words made Zhang Zhi's curiosity aroused. She also said, "Call the chef, but if the chef doesn't come, call the manager." The waiter obviously knew the Miss Zhang, nodded and agreed and left.

It was not long since time was too late, a middle-aged fat man wearing a white hat walked in and stood there and said to everyone in the room: "Who is Miss Zhang? My surname is Wang, and I am the chef of Tianxiang Restaurant. What are the instructions to ask me for?"

Zhang Zhi pointed at Sister Ziying: "It's not me looking for you, it's this boss Han who wants to ask you a dish."

Chef Wang turned to Sister Ziying: "Boss Han, I heard from the waiter that you want to order Jiejingouyuwan. Our restaurant does not have it. I have been a chef for so many years, and I have never heard of it... I am really sorry."

Sister Ziying laughed twice before speaking: "Oh, Master Wang, don't be so polite. I'm asking you to discuss it to see if you can make this dish. This dish is actually simple, and the ingredients are only one, which is the golden crab."

The raw materials of the shaved golden jade ball ordered by Sister Ziying are indeed simple, which is crab. It is a meatball with filling. After steaming the golden crab, use a hook needle to pick out the first part of the double claws and the crab legs. The meat is crushed with fine sticks and nothing else, and it is to knead the outer skin of the meatball. Use crab red (gold-red crab roe) in the crab shell to make the filling. Finally, there is another process, which is to mix aged vinegar and tender ginger with live raw crab roe to make a dip sauce, steam it slightly hot, roll the meatballs inside, hang the juice and serve it on a plate.

After a simple speech, the fat Chef Wang wiped the sweat from his forehead and murmured: "How many crabs do you have to use to make a plate of meatballs?"

Sister Ziying glanced at Zhang Zhi and smiled and said, "If it's troublesome, forget it, I'm just talking, and I don't really want to eat it."

Sister Ziying's words seemed to have raised Zhang Zhi's interest. She hurriedly said, "No, you must make it, chef, call your manager, and today I will treat the guests to this dish."

Master Wang wiped his sweat again: "I really have to ask the manager..." As he said that, he walked out of the door. A man in his forties almost trotted in. When he saw Zhang Zhi sitting in the room, he hurriedly greeted: "It turned out to be Miss Zhang. I'm really embarrassed. The chef here has no experience... I have already told the kitchen to make this dish immediately... It's just too hard, and I have to wait for at least an hour."

With this dish at the bottom, no one else ordered any more. Zhang Zhi ordered a table of dishes and asked us what wine we drank. When we mentioned the word "白" Feng Junzi's eyes lit up and said in front of everyone: "Yu Liquor Pomegranate Red, I'll drink this kind of wine, and their family should have it."

To be honest, I can't remember what other wines and dishes of this meal taste like, because everyone has been waiting for the plate of Jiejinwongyu Pills. Interestingly, after Sister Ziying ordered this dish, the eldest lady Zhang Zhi's attitude became much calmer, no longer looked arrogant, and she toasted Sister Ziying several glasses of wine during the meal. The restaurant manager said that she had waited for at least an hour, but in fact, she had waited for more than an hour before the dish was served, and a plate of yellow juice crab meatballs the size of a dumpling.

Feng Junzi had probably been impatient for a long time. As soon as the plate was brought up, he shouted: "A plate of twenty-four meatballs, eight of us, exactly three of us, I'll eat mine first... Oh!" As he spoke, he had already put a meatball in the mouth and suddenly let out a low scream.

Zhang Zhi glanced at him: "What's wrong with you?"

Feng Junzi replied vaguely: "It's so delicious! I bit my tongue."

Everyone burst into laughter, and Zhang Zhi laughed too. I found that she was much more cute than her stern face. This is what a girl should look like. Feng Junzi took the lead, and everyone stretched out their chopsticks. As soon as the ball was in her mouth, she suddenly felt that the lips and teeth were fragrant, and her mouth was full of saliva - no wonder Feng Junzi bit her tongue just now!

When I was a child, I thought that the fresh meat pot stickers in the city were the best food in the world. When I grew up, I realized that it was rare and strange. But the delicious food on the table can always be imagined. But today, the delicious food in this meatball is something I never even thought about - there are such delicious things in the world.

Everyone was not talking, and they were tasting meatballs. Perhaps the thoughts in their hearts were similar to mine. With just a few chopsticks, the plate was already bottomed out. Feng Junzi said three of them, and everyone was very self-conscious, and no one was embarrassed to eat more. After eating the three meatballs, they stopped chopsticks. However, there were two left on the plate - who ate so slowly?

Everyone put down their chopsticks, and only Sister Ziying held half a ball and chewed it slowly. While eating, she said: "The season is wrong. If the taste is the best around Mid-Autumn Festival, the ingredients are two points short of the golden claw crab in May... The chef's heat is not right. It was a bit rushed during processing and reduced the taste by two points. The taste of the Jiejinwou Yu Pills was only half made... But this was their first time to make it, and the five points of the taste is already rare."

Officer Qu: "Sister Ziying, is it only five points of taste? Then I can't imagine how delicious it is!"

Feng Junzi smiled and said, "This golden jade pill reminds me of the eggplant in the Jia family in Dream of Red Mansions... It seems that being rich may not be a true nobleman, but it has become a noble family for three generations... The proprietress, I wish you a cup for this dish."

Feng Junzi spoke to Sister Ziying, but his eyes kept staring at Zhang Zhi and laughing. Zhang Zhi glared at him, but did not retort. Sister Ziying took the first ball and put down the chopsticks, saying that she didn't want to eat it anymore. Feng Junzi stared at the last two balls on the plate. I felt like he was going to flow to the table. Sister Ziying looked at him and smiled, then picked up the clean public chopsticks on the table and picked up the balls, but did not give it to Feng Junzi, but placed them on Zhang Zhi and Qu Ling's plates, saying, "The last two balls are for the owner this time and next time, and everyone will have a good taste."

Qu Ling was not polite, so he picked it up and ate it. Zhang Zhi looked a little embarrassed and wanted to refuse, but in the end he couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food and ate it. Feng Junzi, who was beside him, licked his lips. After Zhang Zhi finished eating the meatballs, he wiped his mouth carelessly and shouted to the waiter at the door: "Waiter, come another plate - it's really delicious!"

The time was not long, and the restaurant manager walked in with a bitter face and kept bowing and apologizing to Zhang Zhi: "Miss Zhang, I'm really embarrassed. Our chef brought six helpers, and seven people worked for more than an hour to make such a plate of meatballs... I haven't made it before, and I've wasted a lot of materials... All the golden claws in our restaurant have been used up. Not to mention making another plate of meatballs, the other customers can't even get the drunk golden claws... Today, I can't make the second plate of meatballs anyway. I'm really sorry, will it be better if it's the next day?"

The manager's words surprised me. We just ate a plate of dishes. Except for Sister Ziying, everyone was not satisfied. However, they used up all the golden crabs in the entire restaurant! How much golden crabs do you have to use? How much does this dish cost? I don't know how much the meal cost. Zhang Zhi did not pay directly, but signed a contract.

After eating this dish, I felt lost when I ate other dishes, so everyone stood up to say goodbye. My hearing was different from that of ordinary people, and I heard a few words they said after going out.

Ji Xiaoyu: "If I go on a blind date in the future, I will order this dish to scare my future in-laws to death!"

Qu Ling: "It's time for me to treat you next time. What should I treat them to eat?"

Zhou Song: "I swear that I must work hard to make money in the future. This is the life that people live and this is what people eat."

Chang Wu: "Zhou Song, let me forget it. Isn't it the same for you to live a peaceful life honestly? You can enjoy it if you eat it, and you can't starve to death without eating it."

Qu Ling is obviously generous. After dinner, she no longer got angry with Zhang Zhi, and she took the initiative to shake hands and say goodbye to her. I, Sister Ziying and Feng Junzi, left the last time. Before leaving, Sister Ziying also held Zhang Zhi's hand and said a few polite words. When it was my turn to say goodbye to her, she reached out and took the initiative to shake hands with me. I was a little uncomfortable with shaking hands with the big girl, but I couldn't seem rude, so I reached out and held it up.

I felt something was wrong when I held her hands together! It wasn't that there was something wrong with her hands. Her little hands were tender and warm, weak and boneless. I believe every man liked to hold them, but there were invisible thorns on his hands! Holding her hand, I immediately felt that there were invisible long needles piercing the entire back of his hand, and there was an indescribable sourness and tingling. I had this feeling in the car. At that time, I thought it was an illusion, but it seemed not.

Zhang Zhi kept looking at me when she shook hands, trying to know my reaction from my expression, but her hands never let go. The feeling was really uncomfortable. If it didn't take long, I could bear it, but she didn't let go, and I couldn't help but look painful on my face.

Zhang Zhi saw that I held her hand and didn't let go immediately. The expression on her face was a little surprised and a little happy. Later, when she saw my face showing a painful look, a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes and she sighed slightly.

We both looked very strange. Sister Ziying and Feng Junzi on the side felt abnormal. Sister Ziying looked at me and then looked at her with inquiring eyes, while Feng Junzi walked over and pushed me away, stretched out her hand and said to Zhang Zhi: "Miss Zhang, don't hold Shi Ye's hand, let's shake hands too." As he said that, he pushed away my hand and held Zhang Zhi's right hand with his right hand.

When Feng Junzi held her hand, his expression was slightly stunned, and immediately returned to nature. He laughed and said, "Ms. Zhang's hand is so soft, it feels so comfortable to touch it. Let me touch it for a while." As he said that, he stretched out his left hand, and his hands were facing each other, holding her right hand in his palm.

In normal times, this kind of words and deeds are a bit like a hooligan taking advantage. The young lady Zhang Zhi's temper did not appear. Instead, she looked at Feng Junzi, and her expression on her face was very complicated - surprised, confused, and a kind of unconcealed joy. Feng Junzi and Zhang Zhi shook hands for at least three minutes this time, but Feng Junzi took the initiative to let go of his hand. He looked at Zhang Zhi as if he was thinking about something, and said while thinking: "You, don't be too disappointed. Your situation may not be a good thing. Don't be anxious. Maybe there will be a solution... My name is Feng Junzi, and I will have a chance to meet in the future."

As he spoke, Feng Junzi patted Zhang Zhi's shoulder like a little adult. Zhang Zhi looked about the same age as me, and Feng Junzi should be about three years younger than her. At this age, he looked like a child, so this action seemed very funny. Sister Ziying and I both thought it was strange, but Feng Junzi turned around and said to us after he finished speaking, "I ate so well today, let's go. Miss Zhang doesn't need to send it." When the three of us went downstairs, Zhang Zhi was still standing at the door of Taibai Hall in a daze.

Walking out of the door of Tianxiang Restaurant, Sister Ziying couldn't help but speak first: "I'm telling you two boys, why did you hold someone's hand just now? Did you look at her pretty and want to take advantage of her? It's so strange that Miss Zhang wasn't angry... Shi Ye, to be honest, what's your relationship with her?"

Feng Junzi interrupted her and turned to me and said, "Ishino, do you think Zhang Zhi has a bad temper? Actually, you can't blame her. If it were her, I'd probably become more irritable. This woman actually has thorns on her body!"

"Yes, what is that? Do you feel it too? As soon as it gets close to her body, I feel sore and painful, as if I have been pierced by many long needles."

Sister Ziying was confused when she heard it: "What are you talking about? There are no thorns on that girl! I shook hands with her, and Officer Qu shook hands with her in front. We didn't feel anything?"

I suddenly had some insight and said to Feng Junzi: "It seems that women can't feel it, but we two men think there are thorns on her body! Is this thorn only useful to men? Then she will be miserable. How can we get married in the future? Is this a strange disease?"

Feng Junzi shook his head: "It's not a disease, but a kind of Taoist technique. The thorns on her body did not pierce me. I felt it with my spiritual sense. This situation can only be Taoist technique."

Sister Ziying: "No, how can you do this kind of Taoist technique in the world?"

Feng Junzi: "I'm afraid that those who study Taoism themselves cannot explain how many kinds of Taoism are. There is nothing strange about having such a strange Taoism. I heard that some sects are all women and refuse to get close to men, so it is entirely possible that such Taoism exists."

Listening to Feng Junzi's words, I suddenly remembered a story in "Journey to the West" and said, "Have you seen "Journey to the West"? There is a story in it. A monster captured a princess, but a god secretly gave the princess a piece of clothing. After putting it on, the monster could not approach it. It was not until the princess was rescued by Sun Wukong that the god took the clothes back."

Sister Ziying: "Then what is the thorn on Zhang Zhi's body? It's only useful to men, so just tell the man to be careful. When did the men in this world become monsters?"

Feng Junzi sighed: "This Zhang Zhi is the only daughter of Zhang Rongdao, chairman of the wealthy Rongdao Group in Wucheng. Zhang Rongdao is very special and low-key. Although he is rich, he doesn't like to show up in public and has never appeared in TV or newspapers and magazines. The outside world only knows that he has such a pearl in his hand, a famous slutty lady. Zhang Zhi was born in a wealthy family and has no brothers and sisters. She has been spoiled since childhood and is normal... But now she is in her youth, but she has this kind of Taoism, and all the opposite sexes cannot get close to it. Over time, no one can have a temper."

Feng Junzi mentioned a person's name, Zhang Rongdao, chairman of Rongdao Group. I couldn't help but think of Mr. Zhang who told fortunes at Fenghuang Bridge. I knew that Mr. Zhang could not be an ordinary fortune teller. I once saw him take out his elder brother and make a phone call to deal with the wealthy businessman Wang Laohu. Not long after, Wang Laohu's company went bankrupt. I am not really stupid, but I just don't have enough experience in the world, and I can't imagine some problems. But now, I have vaguely thought that Zhang Rongdao is probably Mr. Zhang, and Zhang Zhi is his daughter. Both father and daughter are strange. Mr. Zhang is obviously rich in his family, but he set up a stall to tell fortunes in the bridge. Not to mention Zhang Zhi.

...

I have known the rules of "not asking" in the cultivation world for a long time. Mr. Zhang didn't tell me why he made a living by fortune-telling, so I shouldn't ask him. But in terms of calculation, I'm afraid I'm the practitioner who knows the least the rules. In addition to the three major precepts that the world has followed, I know such a taboo of "not asking". People are always curious. Mr. Zhang wants Zhang Zhi to give me something, and he must ask her to invite me and Sister Ziying to have dinner. There must be a reason. I couldn't help but try him. One noon, I came to Phoenix Bridge to chat with him.

"Mr. Zhang, thank you very much. The things you gave me are too expensive! But why did the house and shop live and use it by Boss Han? It would be difficult for you to ask me to do it."

Mr. Zhang smiled: "This is a question I gave you. It's something you deserve, but it's not that easy to enjoy. In fact, it's all up to you, it depends on what you do."

I had known that this old fox was intended, so I stopped talking about this topic and asked him in surprise: "Mr. Zhang, the girl who brought me something to dinner last time was so strange! When I shook hands with her, I felt like she had a thorn on her body, like a needle pricking me."

(Note from Mr. Xu: The dish in the book - Jiejinwou Yuwan, is really true. However, I have not seen any restaurants sold in all parts of the country over the years. I hope readers will not read my book and go to the restaurant to order this dish, otherwise you may be beaten out by a group of chefs waving their fried spoons.

The last time I met someone making this dish was many years ago. At that time, the Minister of Water Resources of the State Council went to a very remote village to inspect the landform of a planned water conservancy project. The cadres in the village have never received such a large official in their lifetime, and they don’t know what kind of meals to prepare.

This township is rich in golden hairy crabs, which is the season when crabs are fat. At that time, a female worker in the village helped the township government canteen make this dish. It was not in a big hotel, but in a very dilapidated township government canteen. The female worker had nothing special, but I heard from the locals that her grandfather was a Hanlin bachelor in the late Qing Dynasty. This was when I was very young.
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