Qingdao at the end of summer, such as a light veil shrouded, the high temperature makes the sea evaporate, the water vapor fills the city, compared to the blue sea and blue sky scenery more than a layer of misty beauty.
We flew from Shanghai to Qingdao in the morning, landed at eleven o'clock, rushed to the most famous restaurant in the city at 12:30, and the last time we rushed to get a plane to get a number, we still ate beef offal hot pot in Chengdu.
The nameless snack bar on Qufu Road, from 1984 to the present, the façade is unremarkable, the diners are endless, the back room has four tables, most of the seats are outdoor under the awning.
The waiter's eldest sister is dressed beautifully, her curly hair is tied with a pair of small braids, her ears are clipped with ballpoint pens, and she greets guests with agility, and the uncles in the shop are also busy to fly, looking like a relative.
While I was taking pictures and pondering the order, the uncle who cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks threw down a resounding sentence: "Every dish in our family is good, all are the first, other people in the city have to have it, it is all copied from us!" ”
The aunt who issued the number also does finance, strictly follows the store process: first take the number, quickly queue up to be eligible to order, braised prawns are the signature of the store, spicy fried clams are Qingdao famous dishes, and then a scallion roast pen tube.
"How many of you?"
"Two people..."
"Three dishes is enough!"
Auntie said enough, I am not embarrassed to add, she quickly calculated the total price, showed the payment QR code, confirmed the successful payment to enter the seat, just the table was also cleaned up, this set of cooperation is simply not bad.
I still silently remember the spicy squid strips, braised yellow croaker, spicy chicken hearts and shredded kidney beans without order, oh yes, and beer! Here it is marked that it is from a factory in Qingdao, we want a piece of raw pulp, and the aunt shouts into the distance: Dayuan'er...
Draft beer tied with thin red rope, knotted with thin frost, delicate foam, fresh taste, refreshing and pleasant, and we in Shanghai, in the field to drink is not the same, the nearest factory fresh beer is indeed the source of happiness for Qingdao people!
Braised prawns, unexpectedly, no northern salt, the sauce is sweet and sticky, like a very good ben gang dish, it is simply a large fried shrimp! The heat is extremely ripe, the shrimp meat is tight, the middle is still tender, and the tentacles of the shrimp are slightly scorched.
Pen tube is a slender and long cuttlefish, in Qingdao cheap and good, the local also called it sea rabbit, in Japan is the gun squid, Qingdao home often take leeks to fry pen tube, here is made into a green onion roast pen tube, full of green onion white, burned salty with sweet and fresh.
The inner wall of the pen tube is pink and purple, and the entrance is a large piece of tenderness, and the whiskers are scattered in the mouth, and the two parts are chewed together with a clear taste, which is very tempting.
Clams are the constant nostalgia of Qingdao people, knowing that I am coming, Qingdao friends excitedly sent several voices in a row: "You must eat our Gala there!" ”
Qingdao people call clams Gala, "Ha beer, eat Gala" is their comfortable life, I finally experienced a handful - spicy fried clams, add light soy sauce to hang fresh, throw a few pieces of chili pepper flavor, small meat, very fresh, beautiful patterns on the shell are like abstract paintings of nature.
Seeing that we were eating happily, the Qingdao girl sitting next door took the initiative to talk: "Gala can also make soup, when you order, remember to tell the store to ask for the original soup, and then add some tofu coriander, delicious Lat!" ”
Such a warm-hearted Qingdao person, along with our weekend travel plans, she told us where to go to Laoshan to see the scenery, where to see taoists, Qingdao Beer Festival? That's where tourists go, and locals don't go ha!
Next to it came a table of local young people, the tall and tall boy looked like an old guest, he skillfully patted the shoulder of the uncle who closed the table: "After an epidemic, you are fat." The uncle smiled bitterly and sighed: "Hey, I see that you still insist on fitness, and your body is practicing well." ”
In the afternoon sun, we ate fresh seafood, dried cool beer, blowing a slightly salty sea breeze, in this nameless shop that has been open for nearly forty years, feeling the plain and true happiness of Qingdao people.
Next time I will find an opportunity to write about how we study the difference between the first, second and fifth breweries in Qingdao...
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