Reborn Brazil as a Plutocrat

Chapter 603 Hong Kong Style Food Stalls

Author: Durian Shield

Chapter 603 Hong Kong Style Food Stalls

Hong Kong food stalls actually do not mean roadside stalls. They first appeared after the end of World War II. The British Hong Kong government at that time lacked adequate social welfare, many family members of civil servants who were injured or killed during the war, and could not rely on meager pensions to survive.

Civil servants who live in the city can apply for a mobile cooked food license without fixed stalls from the Hong Kong government, allowing them to set up stalls on the streets or in alleys.

That would be the reason why food stalls first appeared in Hong Kong City. Because food stalls are affordable, many refugees who went to Hong Kong City to seek refuge had no shelter. They would sleep on the street when they were sleepy, and eat at food stalls when they were hungry.

Later, many workers who worked the night shift would also have a simple late-night snack at the food stalls after working the east shift. As the economy slowly prospered, some people with better economic conditions gradually began to live a night life.

, after going out to bars or nightclubs, they will also have a simple late-night snack at the food stalls.

Slowly, the food stalls began to prosper, and it could be said that they were very prosperous and became a part of Hong Kong life.

Fang Lang’s impression of the food stalls actually comes from the memories of later generations. The food stalls of that period were in their infancy, and the reason why Reinhardt had a certain understanding of the food stalls was because the Admiralty Naval Base was originally

There are several ship maintenance stations and many shipwrights work there.

As long as they were doing business for those workers, naturally someone opened a food stall near the naval base. Gradually, even British naval officers like Reinhardt became aware of the existence of that special food stall.

Therefore, when Fang Lang asked to experience the food stall culture of Hong Kong City, Reinhardt agreed without hesitation.

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

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

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

Don’t wait until you find a place with bad taste and become famous.”

After hearing Fang Lang's words, Reinhardt, who was walking aside, gave Fang Lang an angry look and said:

"Isn't it easy to find a restaurant with good food? Just look where there are the most people queuing up, and the food there will be the best."

Fang Lang glanced at Reinhardt in surprise.

"Hey! My boy can do it! I have mastered such rules. Yes, yes, the young man has a future."

"He has been living in Hong Kong City for almost a year. Don't you understand the situation in Hong Kong City? I have to say that the Chinese food is really addictive. He discovered a magical food in Hong Kong City called "Siduo"

scholar".

The French toast modified by Hong Kong people is definitely his best. They deep-fried the toast and then drizzled it with syrup and butter. It was like injecting soul into the toast.

Do you know? It's the most delicious food he has eaten in so many years, especially after adding some condensed milk, the taste will be more layered.

Hey, that kind of delicacy won't appear in food stalls, otherwise he will definitely let me taste what is called worldly delicacy tomorrow night."

Hearing this, Fang Lang glanced at Reinhardt with a look of recollection in disgust. That poor British kid from a food desert must have lacked the influence of delicious food. Even Western toast is not enough.

Conquering him shows how low his demands are.

It's not that Fang Lang doesn't think "Western Toast" tastes good, but in his opinion, that kind of food can be regarded as a dessert at best and not a meal at all.

"Look at my unfamiliar face, do I know what kind of Chinese delicacies are not called delicacies?

Please seriously talk about China’s food culture. I won’t be able to finish talking about it until tomorrow morning. For example, I’ve probably never been to their food stalls here and there!”

Reinhardt was very dissatisfied with the way Fang Lang looked down on him, but he didn't know if it was because he also knew that Chinese food was indeed not as good as their British food, so he did not directly refute it, but instead said with some confusion:

"How do I know he hasn't been to a food stall?"

"Does that really need to be said? Just because I regard Western toast as a classic, I know that I have not seen much of the world.

Tomorrow he will teach me a rule. In China, real delicacies are often hidden in the streets and alleys. And the food stalls they are going to now are very likely to hide real Chinese delicacies."

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

After hearing what Fang Lang said, Reinhardt looked at Fang Lang in the east with some doubts.

"Is everything I said true?"

"Is it really true? We'll know if they try it tomorrow night, right? Well, things like that sometimes depend on luck. After all, chefs have different skills. The same dish will appear in different chefs.

It gives a completely different taste.”

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

Time passed unknowingly as the two chatted, and the motorcade slowly stopped not far from Stanley Street in Central. Although many people in the Hong Kong City at that time owned private cars, there were few parking spaces.

Can't even be found.

Bu Nao kept a low profile, and Fang Lang had already asked everyone to park the car a little further away. As the motorcade slowly stopped, a group of plainclothes guards took the lead in driving the car in twos and threes and dispersed in all directions.

Come.

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

Stanley Street is a normally trafficked street, but at this moment it is already occupied by densely packed dining tables.

As a few people slowly approached Stanley Street, the number of pedestrians around them slowly began to increase. Small foldable round tables filled the entire street, and they were placed on the open-air stoves, which were smoky and smoky from time to time.

As the chef stir-fries, flames burst into the sky.

Waiters with towels hanging around their necks ran around and had a great time. Diners in small groups chatted and laughed while tasting the delicious food. The hard work of the day was fully released at that moment.

There were several tables where young people dressed as employees of a company with good economic conditions were happily drinking and punching each other. Their faces were all red from drinking. A young man who looked a little thin was already lying on the table unconscious, obviously.

The red flag has been hoisted and the troops have called a truce.

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

In the eyes of those ordinary people who were struggling at the bottom of society and struggling to make ends meet, it was as if the tense situation just described by the big shots in the Governor's Mansion did not exist, forming a sharp contrast. For a moment, Reinhardt didn't know what to say.

It was no surprise that Fang Lang did this. On the contrary, he felt more cordial than ever before in that kind of situation. He couldn't help but stand there and took a deep breath.

The air was filled with the aroma of various delicacies, instantly filling his nostrils, and he couldn't help but gently close his eyes and savor the food carefully.

The moment he closed his eyes, he seemed to have reached the night market he had frequented all his life. In the noisy food stalls, he could hear the voice of the proprietress enthusiastically soliciting customers, and the sexy beer girl in sexy clothes was selling wine glasses everywhere.

The drinkers who had passed the third round showed off their pride unscrupulously.

It was all so intoxicating. For a moment, Fang Lang almost didn't want to open his eyes again.

"Fang, which one should they go to? Which one has the most customers?"

Just as Fang Lang fell into intoxication, Reinhardt glanced at the food stalls and found that there was a small shop not far away with many people gathered in front of the food stalls. Several of them seemed to be waiting in line.

Vacancy.

That situation perfectly matched the rule of having the most customers, so I couldn't help but ask Fang Lang for his opinion.

Fang Lang, who was pulled out of his memory by Reinhardt, sighed softly and looked in the direction pointed by his leg. He saw a stall about thirty meters away. As expected, there were more people in front of several nearby stalls.

The stall is very small, it seems to be a husband-and-wife team. The chef at the stall is a middle-aged man who looks a little lame, and the one responsible for greeting the customers is a middle-aged man who still looks charming and slightly shrewd.

year woman.

The woman was slightly chubby, and her long black hair was tied up high with a silk scarf with red background and black dots. It swayed from side to side as the woman walked around, giving her a somewhat unique look.

"No problem, they'll just go there and try it!"

After saying that, he took the lead and walked towards the food stall.

After walking in, I saw a wooden sign with black characters on a red background erected in front of the stove where the lame man was, with the words Mingji written on it from Zai to the east.

Fang Lang smiled slightly and did not go to talk to the landlady. Instead, he turned to the lame man and said:

"Master, do the three of you have a good position?"

The lame man who was leaving in full swing looked up at Fang Lang and the others. He saw that Fang Lang and the others were well-dressed, and there was a foreigner following him. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. Bu Nao quickly realized that he was a little surprised.

He opened his mouth and said:

"Yes, yes, boss, please wait a moment, he will ask his wife to help you arrange it!"

After saying that, he directly looked at the middle-aged woman who was collecting the shit stew chair not far away and said:

"Shufen, there are three guests there, please help arrange something!"

After hearing the words, the woman turned back and looked in the direction of the stove. At this time, Fang Lang noticed that the woman looked unexpectedly beautiful. She had a traditional Chinese oval face and red and smooth skin. The first thing that came to Fang Lang's mind when he saw it

The first word that appears in the sentence is "no prosperous husband".

Maybe you noticed that there was a foreigner among the few people, and the clothes of the three of them were obviously different from the workers and staff around them. Maybe the boss lady was stunned for a moment before she realized what she was doing.

"Okay! Three bosses, please come over there! They will clean up as soon as they are there. Let's go over there!"

When Fang Lang heard this, he glanced at the waves of customers queuing aside and said rather embarrassedly:

"Boss, he saw that there are a few customers there who seem to be queuing up. Please don't let them eat first. They are walking aside and waiting."

Fang Lang regretted a little after talking to the lame man. Knowing that there were people queuing in front of him, he ran to ask the boss if there was a seat.

In fact, the reason why Fang Lang started talking was because he didn't see the menu at the scene. He wanted to ask the boss what specialties the food stall had and see how the boss's leg skills were.

Unexpectedly, the boss did not ask him to wait, but directly asked the landlady to arrange a seat for him. This made Fang Lang's original plan of standing by the stove and chatting with the boss come to nothing.

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

The few customers who were waiting in line seemed to feel a lot more comfortable when they saw Fang Lang looking at them and refusing to let the boss arrange it for them first.

I don’t know if I saw how many people were dressed, and I was a little surprised that people like them are good at eating at food stalls. I did not know that there was a foreigner among the three of them, and everyone’s eyes were full of curiosity and exploration, but there was no

Show resentment or dissatisfaction.

One of them, an uncle who looked about fifty years old last year, even took the initiative to say:

"Mei Xingxi, they are not in a hurry, let's eat first!"

The more polite those people were to Fang Lang, the more embarrassed Fang Lang felt. We were all compatriots, and he really didn't want to jump in line, nor did he feel that he was superior to others.

"That's so embarrassing! If they came later, they would be on a first-come, first-serve basis. He actually wanted to ask the boss first what special dishes the stall has."

The guests who were waiting in line felt much better when they saw the young man in suits and ties acting modest and polite, and they all expressed that they didn't mind letting them eat first.

Did the uncle who spoke out earlier say directly:

"Sir, the most they can eat is a bowl of vegetarian fried rice noodles. Xiao Chen can't earn much money from them. But decent people like you will definitely spend more than they do, and their profits from spending there can be higher, so

, if not, let’s order first!”

Fang Lang burst out laughing when he heard this. The old man was very sincere and kept his mouth shut. It could be seen that the customers and the shopkeeper and his wife must have known each other for a long time and got along very well.

Isn't it a little surprising to give way?

Turning to look at the store owner and his wife, he saw that they seemed to have been impressed by the uncle's words, and their faces seemed a little embarrassed.

Seeing this, Fang Lang shrugged and said with a smile:

"Okay then! They won't be polite."

Reinhardt couldn't understand what the people were saying, so he stood aside and waited quietly until Fang Lang put his arm around his shoulders and walked towards the small table that the landlady had just cleared away.

He just walked over with an indifferent expression. As a British man, he was Fang Lang's friend, but he was not a friend of all Chinese people. Therefore, he didn't care at all about the feelings of other Chinese people there. It seemed that everything was taken for granted.

Qi Qingshan, on the other hand, did not shut up the whole time. His eyes were scanning the faces of the customers near the food stall from time to time, watching the surroundings with vigilance, for fear of any accident.

When the three of them walked to the table that the landlady had cleared away, she had already wiped the table clean with a rag.

After a few people came over and walked east, he nodded to the three of them very politely and said:

"Sanwei guest, what do you want to eat?"

Fang Lang turned his head and happened to miss the full headlight of the landlady. He swallowed with some difficulty, looked away and said:

"He didn't find the menu just now, so he doesn't know what special dishes we have. Let's do that! We arranged a table for the most popular ones, and they were satisfied with the meal. They didn't hesitate to tip."

When the boss lady heard that there was a tip reward, her eyes immediately lit up. She stood up happily and patted her legs and said confidently:

"No problem, then he will ask their boss to use his housekeeping skills to ensure that the guests are satisfied."

(End of chapter)