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Miscellaneous Notes in Zhuhai (53)—— Two anecdotes about eating puffer fish
At the end of 1990s, the reform and opening-up has been going on for 20 years, and social and economic development has begun to enter the track of prosperity. All walks of life are thriving, social relations are unprecedentedly active, and the wind of eating and drinking is extremely prosperous.

In Guangdong, people who invite people to eat and drink go to restaurants, and seldom invite people to eat at home. Moreover, Guangdong guests are still very fashionable. If you invite a person to dinner, you will often be accompanied by a lot of people. At that time, I was often taken as a guest, because I had just changed my working and living environment and was trying to form my own circle of friends, so I was happy to be a guest.

As the saying goes, there is no end to eating, drinking and having fun. Today I will share with you two interesting things about eating puffer fish.

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The puffer fish is delicious and famous all over the world; It is known all over the world that puffer fish is very toxic. It should be a Friday afternoon, and a buddy came to my desk and said mysteriously and quietly, "Don't go after work, let's eat puffer fish." It happened that the training class informed me that I didn't have to go to class because other teachers had already transferred classes. So, after work, I sat in a chair smoking and reading newspapers, waiting for this guy to pick me up.

At that time, I knew about puffer fish, but I didn't eat it, and there were not many restaurants with puffer fish. In Guangdong, the puffer fish is called "chicken bubble" and the vernacular is called "chicken breast". This kind of thing between seafood and seafood looks mysterious, as if restaurants are not allowed to sell it publicly and regular customers can't eat it.

There are four people on the Jinbei van besides me, all of whom know each other, but they are not familiar with each other. Along the way, a car full of people didn't make any noise, not as noisy as usual to drink. I tentatively asked my driver's buddy where to eat. This guy just said, we'll know when we get there. It turned out that it was not his treat, but someone invited him and he took us. The van turned around in the old alley of the old city and stopped under a big banyan tree.

I looked at the dark banyan trees and dark alleys, followed people out of the car in confusion, and just stood firm, I heard the buddy loudly say to the driver in the driver's seat, "Lao Du, wait in the car, don't turn off the engine, don't go!" Seeing our embarrassment, he explained, "Just in case, just in case, just ask him to come in for dinner." I thought, isn't that an experiment on us? I followed him and asked him if it was too late to go to the hospital because he was poisoned. This guy actually answered me: "It's usually too late!"

As a result, in the bright room where the dining table, chairs and stools were worn out, except that buddy, we were all dull and silent. As far as I can remember, the guest is a boss in the building materials business. He chatted loudly with my buddy and praised the delicacy and aphrodisiac effect of puffer fish, saying that it took him a week to make up more than five kilograms. Seeing that we were silent, he gave each of us a cigarette. He said respectfully, absolutely rest assured, this chef is a master of puffer fish, and he is alone from killing fish to cooking. He has eaten several times. Then, he lit a cigarette for me and said, "the poison of puffer fish lies in the liver and blood, and the meat is not poisonous. As long as it is killed cleanly, it will be fine." After a pause, he said, "I'll eat first. If I want to be poisoned, I will be poisoned first. " Seeing all the guests like this, we relaxed. I joked, "I'm not afraid of death either." I'll eat with you first. " Laughing, the first course-puffer fish soup came up.

One end of the steaming big crock entered the room, and the smell of fish seemed familiar and special. It seems that everyone can't help taking a few breaths through their noses. Then, without the help of the waiter, the boss who invited me to dinner first filled a bowl of milky fish soup and drank it. I stood up, trying to fulfill my promise to have dinner with him. I was just about to fill the soup when my buddy silently held it down. As a result, seven or eight people at a table held their breath and watched a person eating and drinking that bowl of puffer fish soup. It must be delicious.

I don't know if this is a deliberate delay, or if this guy is deliberately tempting our appetite. It took the brother five or six minutes to finish the bowl of puffer fish meat and soup. The next thing is simple, needless to say, everyone put it in the bowl, and everyone has to eat more than two bowls. Then I started drinking, followed by steamed puffer fish and ginger onion casserole, so I won't say anything delicious and fun. Anyway, everyone finished drinking, and I remembered that there was another person waiting to take us to the hospital in the car. After another burst of laughter, I quickly ran to the big banyan tree and let the driver named Lao Du go upstairs.

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At that time, I accompanied a brother and invited the leader to eat puffer fish in Tangjia. This restaurant is an open puffer fish business, and all the tables are on the roof of the broken house. It was a "side stove" that day, because the leader didn't arrive, we didn't dare to eat first, so we had to talk to the sky until we finished eating two plates of peanuts on the table, and the leader came.

The brother who invited us to dinner brought a beautiful woman. This beautiful woman is very quiet. She didn't participate in our conversation, nor did she eat peanuts. She just smiled and gave us "water renewal". After the leader came, the restaurant owner personally made the first pot for us. A few minutes later, we each filled a bowl of puffer fish without soup, ordered soy sauce and began to taste delicious. I remember very clearly that I just put a piece of puffer fish meat in my mouth, and the beautiful woman diagonally opposite suddenly fell on the plate on the table.

At this moment, it is difficult to describe the chaotic scene in words. I only remember that I subconsciously ate some later than others. When the beauty fell, my piece of puffer fish meat was still in my mouth. The first reaction that my brain consciously directed was "toxic", and the first action was to spit the piece of meat in my mouth back into the bowl. Next, the whole roof was filled with seven or eight tables of diners, which was a mess. When the frightened proprietress told us to carry the beautiful woman downstairs to the hospital, I went back upstairs in fear, and suddenly remembered that several people at the same table, including the leader, had already eaten more than half a bowl. I helped the brother greet everyone to sit down and said, "It should be nothing. We are all fine." Then, I boldly put the puffer fish meat I just spit out on a small plate and ordered the seasoning. I boldly put it in my mouth and chewed it down.

The next story should be the climax of today. Just as I encouraged my leading friends to continue to taste the delicious puffer fish, the treasure in my pocket (the mobile phone at that time) rang. On the phone, the buddy who invited me to dinner excitedly said to me, "Lao Wu, you are quick to accompany the leader to dinner." There is nothing wrong with puffer fish. This silly girl has low blood sugar, nothing. " Later, I learned that the car arrived at the hospital and was pushed to the door of the emergency room by the hospital stretcher. The beautiful woman lying on the stretcher woke up. When she knew that she fainted and was taken to the hospital, she even smiled and said to everyone, "Sorry, I have hypoglycemia." It turned out that after waiting for the leader for too long, the beautiful woman with low blood sugar bowed her head and fainted at the first bite of puffer fish, but none of us noticed that she didn't eat a bite, thinking that she fainted because she ate puffer fish.

The traditional concept that puffer fish is poisonous and the first reaction of poisoning scared us all, even the battle-hardened proprietress. That night, on the roof of the broken house, after a false alarm, we put down our stomachs and ate a lot. I wonder how many Jin of puffer fish we ate. Anyway, everyone is drunk and full of fish, especially the leaders, who are coaxed by several of us with great respect.