Chapter 640

What Lawson said makes me greedy.

"What's the name of the cook?"

"DICA."

"Are you going to take me now?"

"Believe me, you will be worthy of your visit."

In this way, I saw the fat bald DICA. Dicka knows I'm Lawson's wife and respects her. Dika's restaurants are typically Muslim. Actually, I don't like it. I don't like anything of Muslim style. I feel greasy. But DICA is passionate. He really treated me and Lawson as guests. As for distinguished guests, he naturally serves them with all his heart.

Today, there are not many customers in the shop. They may not be at the meal.

"In Morocco, the first course is usually served with a salad or fruit as an appetizer. Then there is the main course with potatoes and meat I nodded. In this world, no matter which country, which nation, all like to stew potatoes and meat together. All kinds of stews, all kinds of flavors. DICA continued: "Moroccan people pay attention to maintenance, do not drink strong liquor, potatoes and meat as a base, so as to protect their intestines and stomach from stimulation and injury. This is a good eating habit. The meat must be stewed crispy and melt in the mouth while retaining its original flavor. "（ The author has been to Morocco for a long time. This is not a fabrication. I did hear a cook explain it in poor English, so I used it. The author is very poor in English, but he understands it

Dika also said that the reason why olives are added to meat is that olives are a specialty of Africa. They can be used as condiments in meat dishes to suppress the fishy smell of meat and make it more delicious. The same is true for stewed chicken with olives. Put the chicken and olives in special utensils for a long time, and dissolve the water in the bones into the soup. After eating the chicken, the thick soup can also be dipped in bread and rice. Dicka said it with relish, but I didn't hear it. It's similar to stewed chicken and rice?

But since he's so hospitable, of course I'll pretend to listen. When I was seated, on the contrary, I felt that Moroccan rice, a coarse-grained wheat flour, was much better. After the chicken juice is steamed, apply adult cream and steam it again. After three times, the sweetness of chicken juice and the fragrance of cream permeate into wheat flour. Then pour all kinds of meat, fruits and vegetables, soup one by one, rice finally looks yellow, eat to the mouth soft, unknowingly, you can eat a bowl. Although Morocco still retains the traditional way of eating hand pilaf, it is only in the remote countryside. In major restaurants, diners have long used dishes, knives and forks to enjoy delicious food.

To be honest, I can accept olives, but I can't get used to the red pepper powder, saffron, tulip powder, pepper, fennel, cinnamon and other spices in Moroccan main course. It makes the food taste weird. I'd rather eat light. Fortunately, Dika sent a cup of tea, which is called mint tea in Morocco. With coffee, it is cool and refreshing. I just sip tea and eat wheat rice.

I was surprised and surprised. In Dika's restaurant, I met sister Niu!

I was sitting with my back to her. But as soon as I turned around, I saw sister Niu's eyes staring at me without blinking“ Sister Niu, why are you here? " I walked excitedly towards her. No, you don't have to go. Sister Niu came to me on her own initiative.

I introduced sister Niu to Lawson.

Lawson nodded politely and distantly“ Thank you for the car. " Then he took out a check. Sister Niu was stunned, but she accepted it.

"I know you are a rich man, so I'm not polite."

Sister Niu said and sat down in front of me. She looked at the food on the table and said, "it looks good."

"Sister Niu, are you traveling to Casablanca?" I noticed that she came here alone, without her husband and children.