Mercenary’s War
Chapter 1175 - 1175 One Thousand One Hundred Fifty-Eight Dumplings

1175: Chapter One Thousand One Hundred Fifty-Eight: Dumplings 1175: Chapter One Thousand One Hundred Fifty-Eight: Dumplings Gao Yang finally arrived at the Chinese restaurant that he very much liked.

In this day and age, Huaxia People are found all over the world, and authentic Chinese restaurants have followed the footsteps of Huaxia People and opened up everywhere.

Those modified versions that make foreigners feel great, but are completely alien to Huaxia People, also have their place.

However, authentic Chinese cuisine is also on the rise, and its taste is absolutely authentic.

It’s just that the restaurants claiming to serve real Chinese food are relatively expensive.

By the time Gao Yang arrived, it was already past eight-thirty, well beyond the dinner rush.

When Gao Yang led Yelena by the hand to a round table, the restaurant wasn’t very full anymore.

As soon as he sat down and waited for the Chinese waiter to come over, Gao Yang took the menu and immediately asked Yelena, “What would you like to eat?”

Yelena smiled sweetly and said, “I’ve already eaten, don’t worry about me.”

Gao Yang didn’t stand on ceremony.

He didn’t even look at the menu and directly asked the waiter, “Do you have dumplings?”

The waiter showed a troubled expression and replied in English, “I’m sorry, sir, we don’t have dumplings.”

Gao Yang sighed and ordered, “I’ll take hot and sour shredded potatoes, a serving of fish-flavored shredded pork, a braised pork, a sweet and sour spare ribs, some stir-fried greens, any seasonal vegetable is fine, a spicy fish head, I remember you have that here, and give me…”

After jotting down several dishes, the waiter hurriedly interjected, “Please wait a moment, sir.

We don’t have spicy fish head today.

Also, are the two of you dining?

If so, the amount you’ve ordered is already quite substantial.”

Gao Yang waved his hand dismissively, “No, it’s not a lot.

Just serve it up like that, and keep recording.

Give me sliced cucumbers with sauce, oh right, add a sautéed pork intestines.

How many is that?”

The waiter counted and replied, “Seven dishes, sir.”

Gao Yang waved his hand and said, “Hmm, let’s make it eight dishes.

Let me think…

just bring me some Mapo Tofu.

No, you’re out of tofu?

Oh, you don’t make authentic Mapo Tofu?

Well, just have your chef make some kind of tofu dish that they’re good at.”

All these were home-style dishes, none of them expensive.

But what Gao Yang wanted right now was exactly these home-style dishes.

If you offered him abalone and lobster at this moment, he wouldn’t have been able to eat it.

After being on the plane for over ten hours, Gao Yang was very hungry.

Moreover, after spending so much time in Syria, by the time he finished ordering the dishes he wanted, his eyes were almost turning green with hunger.

Seeing Gao Yang’s impatience, Yelena smiled and said to him, “Aren’t you going to order some soup?”

Gao Yang suddenly smacked his forehead and told the waiter, “Right, bring me some soup.

Let me think…

something simple…

give me a bowl of dough drop soup, the chef definitely knows how to make it, or tomato and egg soup.

Never mind, bring me both.”

When he mentioned dough drop soup, Gao Yang could only speak in Chinese.

After he finished speaking, the waitress in her twenties finally smiled, took the menu from Gao Yang, and also replied in Chinese, “You are from the north, aren’t you?”

Gao Yang nodded and said in Chinese, “Yes, why?”

The waitress laughed and said, “It’s nothing.

Just that the minute you asked for that soup, I could tell you’re from the north.

Southerners who come here don’t ask for dough drop soup.

Our restaurant doesn’t have it, but that’s okay, dough drop soup is easy to make.

We’ll ask our head chef to prepare a portion for you.”

Gao Yang responded with a smile, “That would be great, thank you.”

After the waitress left, Gao Yang shrugged at Yelena and said, “This would only happen to me.

If Andy He came, he’d definitely start by asking for a nourishing soup.

They actually have it here, but, I’m not interested in the nourishing soups Andy likes; I just want some dough drop soup.”

The restaurant Gao Yang went to was in Chinatown, not some distinct Sichuanese or Lu Sheng cuisine restaurant, but one with a variety of dishes where chefs were plentiful, and signature dishes from various regions could be found, completely satisfying Gao Yang’s cravings.

Yelena just smiled, while Gao Yang had already picked up his chopsticks and said to her, “It’s a pity about the round dumplings.

I usually don’t fancy dumplings much, but these days I’ve really been wanting some.

Too bad they don’t have them here.”

The food was served quickly.

Gao Yang didn’t wait too long before the sweet and sour spare ribs were the first to be brought to the table.

He took a deep breath before turning to Yelena, “You eat too.”

Gao Yang really couldn’t bother with pleasantries.

He picked up a rib, put it in his mouth, and tasted the flavor he had long missed; Gao Yang could no longer care about anything else.

Eating vigorously, in the blink of an eye, he cleared half the plate and then reluctantly stopped his chopsticks, saying, “I can’t eat too quickly, otherwise I won’t have room for anything else later.”

After speaking to himself, Gao Yang saw Yelena’s astonished face and said a bit sheepishly, “Hey, don’t just sit there watching, you’ve eaten already, but have some more.

Come on, eat with me.”

Yelena picked up her chopsticks and then looked at Gao Yang with a pained expression, “Dear, how long has it been since you last had something to eat?

You must have gone hungry over there, right?”

Gao Yang laughed and said, “No, it’s just that I’ve gotten really tired of the food over there.

That’s all.

How could we starve?

It’s just that the flight was too long.

I’m a bit hungry for sure, but the main reason is that I’ve grown sick of the food there.

Hey, try this, braised pork.

It’s really delicious.”

Yelena picked up a piece of braised pork, and after putting it in her mouth, her eyes lit up.

She nodded repeatedly as she ate the meat, and then picked up another piece, mumbling, “It’s really delicious, much better than I imagined.

Mmm, it’s so good.”

Russians also prefer strong flavors of oil and salt, but their cooking skills, well, let’s just say they’re better than the British.

They have several dishes they can be proud of, but when it comes to eating, which country could truly compete with Huaxia?

People are always more accustomed to the tastes of their own hometown, so it’s impossible for Chinese cuisine to replace the local eating habits of other countries.

However, the characteristic of Huaxia cuisine is that it can find something delicious to suit everyone’s taste within its vast system, no matter where you are from or what flavors you prefer.

It’s impossible to leave behind one’s familiar dietary system, but the fact that people consider Chinese food very delicious is the greatest feature of Chinese cuisine.

Without a doubt, the braised pork really suited Yelena’s taste.

Although she claimed it would make her gain weight while eating, she couldn’t put down her chopsticks.

As for Gao Yang, well, he was astonishing everyone in the restaurant.

Gao Yang could eat a lot.

Although it was impossible for him to finish everything, eating eight dishes by himself and still eating voraciously was no exaggeration – he was like a hungry ghost reincarnated.

Finally, when the last pot of dough drop soup was served, it wasn’t brought by a waiter, but by a middle-aged man.

After placing the dough drop soup in front of Gao Yang and serving some into bowls for him and Yelena, the middle-aged man finally said, “Brother, you must have been hungry for a long time.”

Gao Yang took a deep breath and said, “Not really hungry for a long time, but well, you can tell by my appearance, can’t you?

I’ve been suffering, brother.

Months of eating nothing but grilled meat, every single day; you understand, don’t you?”

The middle-aged man slapped his thigh and sighed, “Understand, how could I not understand?

All of us who come from the homeland understand.

Hey, last time I had a customer from Nuo Wei, he cried while eating here.

Now in America it’s better, you can get the authentic taste of home, but some places still don’t make the cut.

Ah, I digress.

Anyway, brother, I heard you wanted to eat dumplings?”

Gao Yang nodded repeatedly and said, “Yes, I’ve been craving dumplings.

I’m from the north, you’re also from the north by your accent, right?”

The boss chuckled and said, “A northerner, from Lu Sheng.

How about this, you eat first and save some room.

I’ll go to the kitchen and ask them to make you some dumplings.

A small wish like this, we should definitely satisfy for you, brother.

What filling would you like for the dumplings?”

Gao Yang, delighted, said, “Pork with Chinese cabbage!

Oh, if there’s no cabbage, pork with leek is also fine.”

The boss laughed and said, “We have, we have Chinese cabbage.

Just wait, pork and Chinese cabbage filling takes some effort to make fresh, so just be patient for a while, I promise to have them ready for you in half an hour.”

Gao Yang put down his chopsticks and began to chat with Yelena, passing the time by explaining the features of each dish.

When a person is obsessed, they can do anything.

Gao Yang just wanted to eat dumplings, so waiting for half an hour, even two hours, was worth it, even though he was actually quite full already.

After about twenty minutes, the boss came out holding a plate of dumplings in one hand and a bottle of vinegar in the other.

He placed it in front of Gao Yang, saying with a smile, “Here you go, freshly kneaded dough, freshly minced filling, made quickly by many hands.

This is the first pot, quickly taste how our dumplings are.

Add some vinegar, genuine Jin Province old vinegar.”

Gao Yang picked up a dumpling, dipped it in some vinegar, and whispered to Yelena, “Here, a dumpling symbolizing reunion, have a taste.”

Gao Yang tasted a dumpling, it was good, but it was not the flavor he was familiar with, not the taste he really wanted.

He almost started to cry, not because the taste was moving, but just because of how emotional Gao Yang felt in the moment.

But to the boss, the expression on Gao Yang’s face was certainly intriguing.

The boss patted Gao Yang on the shoulder and chuckled, “Brother, no rush, take your time eating.

There’s plenty more, and if it’s not enough, we’ll just cook more.”

Gao Yang was very grateful to this unfamiliar Huaxia person.

He nodded to the boss and said, “Thank you very much.”

Gao Yang wanted to seek out a more familiar taste, so after sincerely thanking him, he asked in a low voice, “Big brother, do you have any garlic?”

The boss laughed heartily and said, “Yes, yes, just wait, I’ll get you some garlic.”

The boss turned to leave, but as soon as he did, his steps froze, and then Gao Yang heard the boss mutter something under his breath in a voice too low to hear.

However, after cursing, the warm-hearted boss immediately spoke in a friendly tone, “Welcome, how come you two are free to visit my little establishment today?

Please, have a seat.”

Gao Yang looked up towards the door and saw two Huaxia people just entering.

He felt that one of them looked somewhat familiar.

Soon he remembered that he had seen one of them when he and Number Thirteen were looking for someone to take the fall; that person was one of Zhang Zhenxing’s subordinates and had received him before.

(To be continued.

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