Chapter 528: Whaler's Paradise
In a large stainless steel barrel, the milky pork bone soup was bubbling, emitting an enticing aroma that attracted Bifang.
Ever since he acquired the wolf king's sense of smell, Bi Fang felt that discovering delicious food in the streets and alleys was actually a very simple and interesting thing.
Just smell it and you'll know .
The shop is not big, it looks like a modified container. The windows are opened to form an awning with a thin red curtain hanging down. Under the awning are a row of wooden benches. Rows of benches are placed in front of a long counter, which is full of customers.
Customers sit on wooden stools to eat noodles while the ramen chef operates in the car.
Although small, it has everything. The soup pots and ingredients are arranged in order. After , the cloth curtain can block the entire shop together with the guests, creating a private environment.
The cool sea breeze dispelled some of the heat.
The ramen chef was wearing a unique white linen work suit and a white towel tied on his forehead. He seemed to be quite old and his technique was very experienced. He quickly put the base sauce on the bottom of the bowl.
Then, scoop out the soba noodles cooked in the boiling water, scoop a bowl of thick white pork bone soup, pour it into the noodles along the edge of the bowl, and mix it with soy sauce and other seasonings, bursting with a rich aroma.
White steam rose up, filling the entire shop.
A soft-boiled egg was evenly cut into two halves, with the yellow egg liquid half-flowing on the white egg white, and placed on the noodle soup together with thick barbecued pork. Nori was inserted on the edge, and sprinkled with sesame seeds, chopped green onions and coriander. A large bowl of noodles was placed in front of Bifang.
Along with the noodles, there is also a stack of iron plate fried dumplings. The hot oil bursts on the boiling iron plate, making a sizzling sound, which is very tempting.
The ramen chef wiped his hands, put the white towel aside, and pushed the noodles to the foreign tourists in front of him with a smile: "Try it, our signature fried dumplings."
Bifang couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks: "Then I won't be polite."
Everything lived up to Bifang's expectations. The noodles were chewy and delicate, the barbecued pork was fat but not greasy, and the soup base had a strong bone aroma and was rich and rich.
Although it was very hot, after a hard day's work, eating a bowl of steaming hot barbecued pork noodles was just the right satisfaction.
Especially when you feel the carbohydrates entering your stomach, it’s worth it.
It was the first time for Bifang to eat human food during a live broadcast in the wilderness, and it felt quite novel.
Even the guests cast their eyes here, and when Bifang exclaimed in admiration and cheered, the local cuisine was recognized, just like recommending your favorite movie to a friend and finding out the next day that your friend has also become a fan.
The joy of Amway's success.
With this kind of happiness, Bifang easily got along well with the guests. He carefully observed the guests present and found that among the dozen or so guests, seven or eight were fishermen who had just returned from the sea. They were wearing work clothes and had a strong smell of fish and salty air.
Two office workers, a young couple with a child, and finally a high school girl…
Wait, a high school student?
Dyed brown hair, twin ponytails, and knee-high white stockings.
Bifang hesitated for a moment and put a question mark in his mind. The smell of perfume mixed with cheap alcohol was very pungent, and it should be half past nine now, or even time for a midnight snack.
Do Japanese high school students also study at night?
Bifang recalled several campus cartoons he had watched, and he had the impression that there had never been such a thing as evening self-study. He even found that the other person was also staring at him when he looked over, and the moment their eyes met, he blinked at him.
Which nightclub did this guy come from?
As local residents, everyone soon started chatting with the knowledgeable and eloquent Bifang. Bifang approached the fishermen intentionally or unintentionally and talked about what he saw and heard at sea.
"From your accent, do you think you're from out of town?"
"Yes, I came to Taiji Town for a tour. It's really beautiful here. The aquarium museum is also very large, and there are Dolphin Island sculptures everywhere."
“Yes, yes.” Several fishermen shouted happily, “Whales are the pillar industry of our Taiji Town!”
"I heard that Taiji Town has dolphin meat, right? I've only seen dolphin shows at the aquarium, and I've never eaten their meat."
Bifang's eyes showed longing, as if as a foreigner he was very much longing for the taste of whale.
A fisherman half-raised his head, narrowed his eyes, as if he was lost in distant memories, and said in a long tone: "Dolphin meat..."
"Why are you pretending? Didn't you eat it two days ago?" The companion beside him knocked his head, turned to look at Bifang and shook his hand, "Boy, dolphin meat is not delicious. It tastes sour and fishy. It is broken into pieces and used as feed to sell to outsiders like you who don't know anything about it. I tell you this out of kindness."
Bifang nodded and thanked him.
"But it doesn't taste good. Why is there so much dolphin meat in the supermarket? I saw quite a lot of it."
"Ah, that, it's hunted during the dolphin hunting season. Come to think of it, the dolphin hunting season is about to start today, right? It seems to be July 15th?" A fisherman seemed to be drunk and shouted.
"Pig hunting season?"
"Yes, a batch of dolphins . If someone likes them, they are sold at a high price. If no one likes them, they are minced into minced meat and given to museums. They all take as many as they can. But they are not worth much anymore, so it is better to sell them to trainers."
"If they are not valuable, why do we have to kill them all? The meat is not tasty and is not valuable either. Wouldn't it be better to release them so that they can reproduce?" Bifang was very curious.
The fisherman chuckled, looked around, and whispered, "Dolphins are very smart. Sometimes I feel they are smarter than humans. If we release some of them, other dolphins will know about it and won't come over, right?"
"Yes, that's why we have to kill them all. They will go back and give us a heads-up!"
"I feel like they are stupid. They approach people when they see them, and they don't run away even if you touch them. It seems like all whales are like this. It's really strange."
"What's wrong with this? Wouldn't it be more convenient to catch them?"
"Ah, yes, hahahaha!"
Several fishermen burst into laughter. No one around them looked surprised. From young couples to children to what looked like high school girls, they were all eating noodles. Even the noodle shop owner said that there would be a good harvest during this dolphin season.
Bifang laughed and said, "How can there be such a stupid fish that it would actively approach humans? I heard that when people encounter sharks or encounter shipwrecks, they will be rescued by dolphins. Is that true?"
Hearing this, several fishermen were embarrassed for a moment and stopped laughing: "It's all made up. How could animals save people?"
Bifang shook his head and changed the subject: "What about other whales? Do they kill them too? Dolphin meat doesn't taste good, but what about whale meat?"
The fishermen became even more excited when they heard Bifang talking about whales.
Hunting the largest animal in the world is a testament to courage!
They rolled up their sleeves and demonstrated one after another the process of hunting whales.
"At Midway Island in Hawaii, I saw sperm whales near the horizon, just like the dolphins here. There used to be as many sperm whales as dolphins! But now you can't see either. There are fewer and fewer whales and dolphins."
"When I was in Chile, I often saw blue whales appearing on the horizon. They looked like a bunch of bamboo, so we called them 'bamboo clumps'. Whenever I looked, the sea was black because there were blue whales everywhere. I was so tired of chopping them."
“When I went to Chile in South America, it was truly a whaler’s paradise!”
"Nozhi, you are bragging again. You were just responsible for cutting the meat. Whale hunting uses a spear gun. One shot will pull up the whale no matter how big it is!"
"Hey, where's that young man?"
At some point, the ramen chef who was listening with gusto came to his senses and found that the young man who had originally sat on the seat had disappeared. The cloth curtain was swaying slightly, and a stack of banknotes was pressed at the bottom of the empty bowl.
"That's a lot. They are really generous guests."
The boss counted the dough, put it in his pocket and continued kneading the dough.
Who cares who the young people are?
