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Volume 2 Cooking Skills Chapter 305 Meet Su Hang again

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    On the first day after arriving in Taiwan, Suman got off the plane and asked everyone to have a good night's rest in the hotel and go out for fun in the evening.  Little Andrew's eyes were full of sparkles, and he pulled George VIII and said mysteriously: "Tell me, are you going to take us to a nightclub? I heard that the girls here are very hot." George VIII looked at him with a half-smile.  He asked, "What do you think?" Little Andrew was immediately discouraged. He saw that 8 was not someone who knew how to go to nightclubs.  Everyone spent a day in the casual bar of the Hilton Hotel, playing cards for a day, and finally ended up killing everyone.  Little Andrew touched his pocket with a pale face and shouted: "Damn it, isn't there anything you're not good at?" Jean casually threw a few black, gold and silver cards onto the table and looked at Little Andrew expressionlessly.  : "I can't cook." Little Andrew: "" When night fell, Suman was not in a hurry to go out. It was just getting dark when people got off work and started to rush home, and then they had to cook and eat.  It was time for the whole family to visit the night market.  In this world, people¡¯s work and rest always follow a pattern. As the latitude decreases, the sunshine hours gradually increase, and people¡¯s rest time becomes later.  To put it simply, the closer you are to the equator, the longer people have for entertainment at night. In coastal provinces such as Guangdong, nightlife has just begun at 2 pm, while in the north, 9 pm is already the bedtime for most people.  .  Taiwan has not escaped this rule. The best time to visit the night market is from 9pm to 12pm.  The original meaning of market is that a group of people gather together to exchange items in their hands, so the more people there are, the more fun the night market will be.  Suman deliberately didn't ask the members of the big foodie group to start dinner, and stayed up until nine o'clock in the evening. He only had some pastries in the middle. Everyone couldn't bear it anymore, so Suman changed into light clothes, T-shirt and jeans.  There was a small handbag hanging on her wrist, and she walked down lightly wearing a pair of cloth shoes.  With a wave of his hand, he was like an ancient general setting out on an expedition: "Let's go". The target is of course Taipei's number one Shilin Night Market. Shilin Night Market is very wide and mainly consists of two parts. One is the snack street opposite the Cicheng Palace of Mazu Temple, and the other is  There is an iron gate to the water, and all kinds of snacks are placed one after another.  The other part is centered around the Yangming Theater, with numerous traffics, streets and alleys, and small shops concentrated in these alleys.  The purpose of the foodie group is to eat, so the main place to visit is the snack street opposite Cicheng Palace.  The car stopped moving three streets away from Cicheng Palace. Suman was the first to jump out. Looking at the colorful neon street lights flashing in front of him and the huge flow of people, he took a deep breath of air and felt the smell in his nose.  It¡¯s the aroma of food.  Little Andrew jumped down for the second time. He looked around curiously and shouted: "There are enough people in Hong Kong, but there are so many people in Taiwan. Have all the people in the world concentrated in China?" Su  Man shrugged her shoulders. She knew that in European countries, even in big cities like Paris and London, it was rare to see such a grand event. No wonder little Andrew looked surprised.  Suman stared at a milk tea shop on the roadside with sharp eyes. The most popular drink in Taiwan is pearl milk tea.  The so-called pearl milk tea is actually milk black tea. The pearls are processed from tapioca flour. They taste like dough, but they are more elastic.  Suman excitedly stood on the high platform in front of the milk tea shop and shouted: "I want a cup of pearl milk tea." Little Andrew looked at the sign of the store, pulled the sleeve of George VIII and asked: "What does it say George VIII?"  He also studied Chinese for several years and tried hard to identify: "Pearl pearl milk tea, Boba -" Little Andrew became excited immediately. He took a quick step and stood next to Su Man, shouting: "I want Boba" After a moment,  He held a cup of iced milk tea, squinted his eyes, and stared at George VIII: "Is this Boba?  Suman burst out laughing and explained: "Actually, boba and pearls refer to the size of the cassava dumplings inside. The small dumplings are pearls, and the big dumplings are boba. Isn't it interesting?"  ¡± Suman has always wanted to try, what is the difference between Taiwan¡¯s local milk tea and the milk tea in the mainland? After drinking it in one sip, it is not very sweet, but the milk flavor is very strong, and the tea aroma is strong enough. This kind of pearl milk tea has all the habits.  It¡¯s a large finger-thick one, so you can suck up the pearls one by one along the straw, and bite them off in one bite. It¡¯s really good. Seeing little Andrew still feeling indignant and sucking on the big pearls as if to vent his anger, Suman joked.  : ¡°There is a kind of silk stocking milk tea in Hong Kong, which is more interesting because it uses silk stockings to filter the tea leaves.  ¡± Little Andrew¡¯s eyes suddenly lit up. George VIII glanced at him and twitched the corners of his mouth twice.You would think that the stockings are all used. Suman drank milk tea and walked leisurely to the night market. When visiting the night market, you need to have a relaxed attitude. If you see something that interests you, stop and take a look.  It is indeed the number one night market in the world. At a glance, it is brightly lit and there is a constant flow of people. There are people stopping in front of every stall. Some of them are particularly popular and there are long queues.  Suman glanced behind her, counted the heads, and quickly assigned tasks: "Little Andrew, you go to the queue over there, George, you go to the queue over here -" Soon, all ten people were dismissed by her  After that, when they saw Rang turning around and leaving without saying a word, the others rubbed their noses and queued up resignedly.  Suman looked around, then found a stall and sat down. The stall she sat down at was a stall selling oyster omelette. This is a famous snack in Taiwan and the food with the most stalls. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Out out of the name, you might think it¡¯s a Teppanyaki restaurant with fried oysters.  Actually, to put it bluntly, it is food similar to pancakes and fruits.  Put oil on the iron plate, heat it up and fry the fresh oysters, then pour the prepared tapioca slurry into it and spread it into a cake shape, then beat the eggs and add green vegetables.  It tastes delicious, sweet and very delicious.  In addition to oyster omelette, there is also oyster noodles, which are made with fresh oysters in soup and cooked with pork intestines and minced meat. It is very fragrant.  Suman ordered one without any politeness. While eating slowly, she chatted with the boss in unfamiliar Cantonese.  Soon, someone from the purchasing army sent by Suman came back. The first one to come back was George VIII. Suman blinked, "Why are you so fast?" George VIII put down the Shihlin sausage in his hand and smiled.  Said: "I can't help it, he looks handsome." Suman raised his eyebrows and took the sausage from George's hand. This is the famous Shilin Sausage. One piece is nearly fifty centimeters long. It is made with premium ingredients.  Pork is grilled over charcoal fire, crispy on the outside and fragrant on the inside. It is one of the must-try delicacies in Shilin.  Suman broke off the sausage with his hands, broke off a piece, took a bite of the sausage, and then ate a bite of noodles. The sausage was particularly delicious when eaten this way. If it was cut into thin slices, it would lose the taste.  Seeing how well she ate, King George VIII also ordered a portion. The two of them were sweating profusely as they ate.  Soon, other people came back one after another. Little Andrew was holding a big cake to wrap small cakes, Jean was holding pig blood cake, others were holding pan-fried buns, and some were holding charcoal-grilled chicken steaks.  The table was filled with food, which was dizzying.  As soon as Jean put down the pig blood cake, he suddenly turned around and left. Suman glanced at it strangely, and Little Andrew immediately said: "We were queuing over there just now. Halfway through the queue, many people in the queue suddenly stopped queuing and turned to one person.  I ran to the stall and heard that a fried rice restaurant was open. It looked so delicious that I guess I couldn¡¯t help it. " Suman was startled. There are hundreds of snacks in the world. If there is one kind that is of special significance to her, it is.  That has to be fried rice.  No matter in her previous life or in this life, her family has opened a fried rice shop for more than ten years. She grew up smelling the aroma of fried rice since she was a child, and the first cooking skill she learned was fried rice.  Suman immediately became interested. She wanted to see how delicious the fried rice stall in Taipei's night market was. It attracted people who were halfway in line and couldn't help but give up. Could it be better than her father's?  Is it delicious? Subconsciously, Suman always has the idea that she is the best in the world, and refuses to admit that there are people who cook more delicious fried rice than Suhang. As soon as Suman got up, the foodies looked at each other, and everyone got up and followed him.  Go up.  The fried rice stall is a bit far away, but it's not hard to find. Just follow the direction of the crowd. Almost every two or three steps, someone will whisper: "Let's go eat fried rice?" "I heard it's really delicious."  "Let's go quickly, there will be no more if you go late." With such constant sounds hitting his ears, Suman subconsciously quickened his pace, and as the distance continued to increase, he saw a winding road in the distance.  The long queue stretched three times in front of a small store, and people kept joining in.  In the brightly lit shop, a tall, handsome man only wore a simple white shirt, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his strong forearms. The wok in his hand seemed like a child's toy.  , bouncing up and down lightly, a long golden river pours in the wok, the scene is so beautiful that it makes people's hearts tremble.  Suman's pace, which was almost trotting, suddenly stopped. She covered her chest with her hands and looked at the man with a leisurely expression in the shop in disbelief. There was only one thought left in her mind. She wanted to run up and question her.  He, do you know that I have been looking for you for a long time? Do you know that I am very worried about you? Do you know that I am alone and very lonely? But where have you been? Why is there no news at all? Countless  The language is on my lips, but I can't say a word. It seems that as long as I see that figure, I can't say a word.All your wishes have been fulfilled
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