A new work is released. Welcome everyone to read my work at Tomato Novel. I hope you all like it. Your attention is the motivation for my writing. My Feilong seafood shop is at the intersection of Beihe Street and Yaliu Street. It is a two-storey shop. The left side sells live seafood and the right side does processed dine-in. There are more than a dozen large white plastic pots at the entrance of the store, filled with shrimps, crabs, groupers, and clams, and the aeration pump is bubbling. The ground is full of water, so you have to be careful when walking in slippers, otherwise you can fall flat on your back if you stumble.
When Chen Ke and Lin Nianci arrived, Fei Long was already busy in the kitchen. His huge body was squeezed into the small kitchen, like a bear trapped in a cage, but his movements were surprisingly flexible - he turned the pot with his left hand and held the spoon with his right hand. The flames jumped up to half a meter high, and the entire kitchen looked like a boiler room that could explode at any time.
"Sit, sit, sit, sit wherever you want!" Fei Long's voice came from the kitchen, covering up the crackling of oil, "The fish is ready, let's drink the soup first!"
A teenage boy came out with a pot of soup and placed it on the folding table by the door. The soup is tofu and fish soup, milky white, with a few cilantro floating in it, and steaming hot. The boy placed three more sets of bowls, chopsticks and three small plates, with soy sauce and chili padi poured on them.
Chen Ke sat down, served himself a bowl of soup, blew on it, took a sip, and narrowed his eyes: "Feilong's soup is the best in Hong Kong."
Lin Nianci also sat down, filled half a bowl, and drank in small sips. The soup is very fresh, without any fishy smell, and the tofu is as tender as clouds. She drank two
Chen Ke put down the bowl and wrote four words on the table with his fingers: and winning streak. I will try my best to tell every story well!
