Old Shen laughed and waved his hands again and again: "I didn't love this hobby so much, but you can't hold it up. You always promote it. Now whenever someone invites me to eat, I eat hot pot. But I still eat wagyu in the pot for the first time, and everyone else is grilling it. I'm eating."

After finishing talking, Old Shen picked up a piece and put it in the pot. After a few seconds, he picked it up and took a look. It was clear and bright, with uniform texture: "This thing is best for grilling, not easy to paste... Well, it's really tender!"

Wang Ai also ate a few slices and pointed to another plate of meat: "You are trying this, and Aunt Wang, you also taste the mutton. You can also eat the eldest girl. Tell me how it tastes after eating."

Old Shen's wife ate a piece of surprise and said, "Why does this lamb taste different?"

Wang Ai laughed twice: "Yanchitan sheep in Ningxia, the best mutton in China!"

"Hey, I've heard of this." Sister Shen said suddenly: "My college classmates are from Ningxia, and they brought us something at the beginning of school one year. After eating it once, it really tastes like this."

"Hey, the eldest girl can eat it, that's it." Wang Ai slapped his face: "You will try the next plate again."

The older girl pointed at a small piece of meat with bones and skin in front of her with chopsticks: "This is... chicken, right?"

"Taste, taste." Wang Ai squinted and nodded, and at the same time looked at Old Shen: "Guide Shen, you can taste it too. I dare not say that you can't eat it outside, but it's definitely hard to eat."

Several people, including Wang Ai, picked up the chicken and put it in the hot pot at the same time for about ten seconds. Before eating, there was a strong fragrance from the hot blisters, even the one being held in Huang Xin’s arms. Xiao Wang Sheng turned his head, but unfortunately he didn't have this good fortune, and it would take more than eight months.

Old Shen ate a piece in his mouth. After a while, he vomited chicken bones on the table. He looked down and said, "The bones are white, not silky chickens. The smell is absolutely amazing."

Wang Ai shook his head proudly and pointed to the plate: "Hazel rooster, a magical thing spread in the Northeast, commonly known as...Flying Dragon!"

"Huh, this is the flying dragon?" The old woman's wife was surprised to pick up another piece and put it in the hot pot. Suddenly she woke up, "Isn't this thing protecting animals?"

“It’s about protecting animals. It’s so famous. Naturally, there are many people who want to eat. They eat them as protected animals. In fact, this thing is not easy to catch. It is not allowed to keep guns in the deep mountains and old forests of the northeast. It can fly, it's hard to grasp."

Seeing both old Shen frowning at the same time, Huang Xin smiled and glared at Wang Ai: "Guide Shen, Aunt Wang, don't think too much about it. This is not wild, but it's farmed. It's just that it's small in size and low in output, so it's still It’s not officially launched on the market."

Old Shen Shu breathed a sigh of relief: "That's okay, Xiao Wanger, you can just scare me, but you must be cautious if you are rich and powerful."

Wang Ai nodded hehe: "You are right, in fact, this table is raised at home. So rest assured to eat, don't make any mistakes."

Old Shen Hahayile is no longer polite, but the sister Shen over there is interested: "Captain Wang, why do you raise everything in your family?"

"There is a company in my family that specializes in high-end food. It provides food to those who don’t need money, such as some bosses, and even some celebrities. Our country has many excellent local varieties because of the amount of meat produced. It is difficult because of low prices and high prices. We have bred it through some technical means, which is just right for the needs of high-end people."

Leoni went on to introduce: "Some of these are purely varieties that are difficult to exist in the existing market competition, such as reed chicken, and the two scorpions used in authentic Jinhua ham. Others are for animal protection, such as that plate. Red meat, venison, is also farmed."

"Then how to ensure that there won't be any wild ones?" the elder sister asked.

Leo Ni looked at the big girl approvingly: "This kind of farms must be certified by the Forestry Bureau of the Ministry of Agriculture. Every month, the number of stocks, how many breedings, how many stocks are sold, and where they go are supervised. Every catty is sold in the market. Everyone must have a source. Most people don’t let you raise them, and ordinary people don’t let you sell them. We are afraid that the wild ones will get in. In fact, we support a severe crackdown on poaching, because once the poaching fails to control, ours will not be sold at a higher price. "

As he ate, Old Shen frowned suddenly: "I remember that there was a year Manager Huang you gave me some pork. It seemed to be called "Liangtou".

Huang Xin glanced at Wang Ai: "Well, sometimes I will post some at home."

Old Shen continued, and Wang Ai took the conversation: "Some level of family business executives. Generally, the club boss is a fourth-level cadre, and there is some treatment. Anyway, it is the horizontal transfer of the family business’s products, which is nothing. ."

Old Shen looked up at Wang Ai and smiled: "Come on, taste the Wuliangye I brought."

Snow flies outside the window, and the window is warm as spring. It took more than half an hour for the two families to eat lively before they passed. Huang Xin hurried to coax the child to sleep, and Aunt Wang followed to make suggestions. Leo Ni also led the elder sister to play in the backyard. At the table, Wang Ai and Old Shen were still eating and chatting with each other.

"Little Wanger, just tell me if you have anything to do. I can see that you are looking for me if you have something to do."

"There is a reason for the matter, but if there is nothing to string together, you and I may have been stringed up by other things to meet other people, and maybe we won't have our meal today." Wang Ai shook his head. Head: "It's not just for errands to invite you to dinner."

"I know." Old Shen took a sip of the liquor: "Go ahead, save me from drinking too much for a while."

Wang Ai thought for a while and suddenly got up and went to the next living room to take a trophy and put it on the table next to Old Shen: "The best in 50 years."

"Hey, I really have to take a good look." Old Shen put down the wine glass, picked up the trophy and looked at the light carefully: "The trophy is not too big to hold your hands."

Wang Ai nodded: "Don't look at the crystal seat below, but above it is an ordinary four-sided pyramid, which is made of pure gold."

"Pure gold?" Old Shen glanced at Wang Ai in surprise, and turned his hand up again: "What do I say, the AFC is so refreshing?"

"Otherwise I have to agree to count." Wang Ai sigh said: "They begged me, or I would disagree, I will keep the Asian Footballer."

"At your age, you have to be called Mr. Wang Ai in the future." Old Shen put down the trophy and laughed.

"No." Wang Ai smiled and shook his head: "I also feel wrong, but this is my right. If the AFC wants to cancel, I have to give me an explanation."

"Such as AFC Honorary Executive Committee?"

"Yes, I will be an AFC official in the future, so I can't send it to myself. This is theoretically reasonable." Wang Ai nodded, "But it's not only that. I still feel that I have lost, so the time for negotiation is coming. A quota of AFC officials is not of an honorary nature, but of real power."