When Chen Nian heard this, he waved his hands quickly: "Sister, this is not pleasant to think about. My brother-in-law will be unhappy when he hears this."

Unexpectedly, the eldest sister waved her hand: "Why is he unhappy? Last night he told me to use your method to teach the children. As a result, the children did their homework seriously every day during this period. The teacher praised him and said he would do it when he had time.

I want to invite you to my house for a meal."

Chen Nian smiled: "As long as it's useful, I'll go there to buy groceries first, sister, and I'll come back another day."

"Okay, go ahead and tell eldest sister if you have time. I must thank you very much."

Listening to the voices greeting people around him, Chen Nian felt very kind in his heart.

There are really too many ingredients needed in the store now, and I can’t come and buy them myself.

Otherwise, chatting with these big brothers and sisters every day will make you feel happy all day long.

Then Chen Nian went to buy more than ten kilograms of tenderloin. Brother Liu originally wanted to drive him back, but Chen Nian refused. He went out and bought a shared bicycle and rode back.

Although the more than ten kilograms of meat are a bit heavy, I haven’t ridden a bicycle for a long time. I sweated a lot this morning and I feel pretty good.

The core of the waist and legs are still as strong as ever.

After returning to Honghong Hotel, Chen Nian began to prepare today's breakfast.

I made soy milk and made tofu curd, and because I was in a happy mood, Chen Nian also mixed a ball of dough and put it aside to make breakfast while I was awake.

When He Sen arrived, Chen Nian directly asked He Sen to make scallion oil noodles for breakfast. Now He Sen's problem is kneading the noodles. If he makes the noodles well, He Sen is fully capable of handling it.

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As for the step of boiling scallion oil, if you see yourself doing this kind of low-tech job every day, no matter how stupid you are, you should learn it.

But after a while, Chen Nian suddenly saw an acquaintance. Although the person had not come to eat a few times, his identity was still fresh in Chen Nian's memory.

Wu Qiufang, professor at Sichuan Normal University.

I got to know Mr. Che Fu, the former director of the reporting department of West China Daily, and I also went to Chen Mapo Tofu Shop with him several times.

When I came here for the first time, I ate the very authentic Mapo Tofu, and I was shocked.

But Chen Nian saw that when the other party came this time, he was accompanied by an old man. He was tall. Although his hair was also gray, his overall spirit looked very strong (jue two sounds) Shuo (shuo four sounds).

"It's not like you don't know that I'm not used to eating these things from the south. For the past twenty years, my wife has cooked three meals a day at home."

As soon as the old man opened his mouth, his mouth tasted like dirt.

Although the other party's age, acquaintance with Wu Qiufang, and the two sentences he said, he must have lived in Sichuan for a long time, but his accent has never changed.

"Lao Li, this restaurant is different. The food cooked by the owner of this restaurant is not just our Sichuan taste. Let me tell you, it tastes exactly the same."

Wu Qiufang couldn't help but feel a little different when he spoke.

Although there have been a lot of people here since breakfast was opened in Chennian, it cannot be compared with lunch and evening, so the two of them could find a seat and sit down after entering.

The two looked at the menu, and Wu Qiufang said: "Tofu brain, a fried dough stick."

Then the old man who was replaced by Wu Qiufang as Lao Li looked at the menu and bared his teeth: "Okay, then give me the whole tofu brain and two fried dough sticks."

When Feng Honghong saw a regular customer coming, she responded skillfully: "Okay, uncle, please wait a moment."

Both of them looked to be in their 70s, so Feng Honghong naturally had to politely call her uncle. When the other party first came here, Wu Qiufang called Feng Honghong little girl.

Then he turned around to serve the tofu curd.

But while serving the tofu cakes, Chen Nian pulled his mother over and whispered, "Mom, give it to them later."

"Why?"

"I'll make some braised pork."

"Isn't that poisonous?" Feng Honghong pointed to the prepared marinade next to her and asked in confusion.

"Do something different."

Feng Honghong nodded hesitantly after hearing this. Although he didn't know why his son wanted to do it alone, his son always had his own ideas. Since he said this, there must be a purpose.

Chen Nian directly cut the washed meat into a small piece, and then cut some fungus that they were going to save for themselves at noon.

Heat the oil on a small stove aside, put the minced meat into the pot and stir-fry until fragrant, then add some five-spice powder, salt, soy sauce, diced fungus, and then add a little MSG.

Quickly prepare some water starch and pour it in.

Then, after the only portion of the stew is ready, put it into the tofu curd prepared by Feng Honghong.

"Mom, give this meaty one to the other one, and give the normal one to the uncle who has been here before."

Feng Honghong looked at the two bowls of completely different braised food, looked at Chen Nian again, and took them out without saying anything.

Place them in front of them respectively.

As a result, Wu Qiufang saw that the two nights were different and asked on the spot: "Why are mine and his different?"

Feng Honghong didn't know why, but she just looked into the kitchen: "I don't know, my son asked me to give it like this." After saying that, she looked at Old Li, "Uncle, the main reason is that you don't think so.

Get used to it, I'll change it for you."

But Lao Li originally had no expectations.

It's not that he can't eat breakfast here, it's just that he's not used to it.

But when he saw the bowl of marinade in front of him, he grinned with joy.

"This kid can do it!"

"Some insight."

He suddenly became interested in aging, because his bowl was exactly how they eat it over there.

Although they teach here all year round, they teach at the university and have winter and summer vacations. During the holidays, in addition to traveling, they also go back to their hometown to stay.

This is how I prepare it every time I eat tofu nao when I go back to my hometown.

Wu Qiufang also had some experience at this time: "Is this how you eat over there?"

"Isn't that good? We usually eat like this over there. But when we were poor, we didn't have much meat. Now that we're better, we can afford meat, so it's like this now."

As he said this, he mixed it up with a clean spoon, then put it to his mouth and smacked it gently, and all the tofu puffs were sucked into his mouth.

Very satisfied.

“Not bad, good taste.”

"Old Wu, the store you recommended does have something good, but I think the kid is not very old, so I don't know where he is from."

When Wu Qiufang saw that Lao Li, who was always picky about eating, actually said this, he felt a little proud for some reason: "I told you that this restaurant is good. You didn't believe me. Are you convinced now?"

"That's not the case." Lao Li said with a smile, naturally unwilling to admit defeat. Although the smell was that of his hometown, it was not enough to make him fall to the ground.

At most, I am a little happy to taste the taste of my hometown.
Chapter completed!