Pickled Duxian is a traditional famous dish that originated in the Huizhou area. It belongs to Anhui cuisine. However, due to the abundant bamboo shoot resources in the bamboo sea, the locals have collected cooking methods for almost all the bamboo shoots in the country, so this Anhui dish is also included in the list.
The dining table of Tianfu.
This dish is salty and umami, the bamboo shoots taste fragrant and crispy, and the soup has a rich umami flavor.
After Han Qi learned it, the chef also tasted it. Han Qi left after he thought it was OK. This was also the most confident dish among the three dishes he cooked today.
Absolutely nothing will go wrong.
The one he was least confident about was probably the steamed grouper. He always felt that the taste was not right. It was very different from the taste he had eaten in Yanjin.
The only thing that is the same is the unique umami taste of seafood.
This can only be said that the steamed grouper dish made by Han Qi is ready, but as for how it tastes, this is not something he can know now. After all, for the sake of the taste of the grouper, Han Qi does not
Maybe I ate his meat and just tasted the seasoning.
After the dishes were put in the kitchen and covered, Zheng Hongmei took Han Qi to sit in the living room and asked about the recent situation during this period.
"There's not much to say. I just went to Chengdu to play around, and then I met an old man and went to Tibet with him... The scenery in Tibet is so good. I will take you to see it when I have time in the future."
However, the altitude of Tibet is a bit high. If you want to take your parents there, you have to find a place with a low altitude and beautiful scenery.
Unexpectedly, Zheng Hongmei shook her head without interest and said: "I don't want to go out. It's good to just stay at home. Your father and I have never traveled far in our lives. I was still thinking about what we would do if you were admitted to college.
Bon'en, who knew you would stay in the local technical school."
Han Qi was unhappy after hearing this. He wanted to explain to his alma mater: "They also have college qualifications now."
"Yes, Iron and Steel University." Zheng Hongmei teased.
However, the overall atmosphere of the chat was still very good. Han Qi talked about his experiences along the way. Although Zheng Hongmei had seen it once in the video, she shed tears silently when her son talked about it. She was too scared, especially after hearing
After my son's friend fell off a cliff.
"How is that person doing now?"
"It's very good. Basically, he can recover. I went to see him before I came back, and he said he would ride again when he gets better."
"Still riding?" Zheng Hongmei asked in surprise, "Why? Is he stupid?"
"This is persistence." Han Qi explained.
In fact, the generation gap between the post-90s and post-00s generations and their parents is far larger than that of any other era. Because the times are developing so fast, young people now know too much useful or useless knowledge and ideas from the Internet.
It is completely different from my parents' generation.
Not to mention them and their parents, even those born in 1990 and those born in 2000 will have a generation gap comparable to that of previous decades.
For example, Han Qi can no longer understand the thoughts of students five or six years younger than him.
The pleasant chatting atmosphere between him and his mother ended when he heard the sound of the key opening the door. Han Qi's smile immediately froze, but after thinking about it, although the relationship with his father was a bit broken now, he still couldn't meet his father with such an expression.
Then he moved the corners of his mouth and revealed a strange smile.
Han Fugui was wearing work clothes and a safety helmet. When he opened the door, he first saw Zheng Hongmei sitting in the living room. Then he saw Han Qi with her back to him. At first, he didn't recognize who it was because the figure from the back was the same as his impression.
My son is completely different.
But soon his intuition told him...this was Han Qi.
At this time Han Qi turned around and shouted: "Dad,"
"You...you're back?"
He did not get angry as expected, and there was no excitement on Han Fugui's face. He said such words calmly, which made Han Qi, who was a little timid, frown in confusion.
Is this my dad?
When did you become so good-tempered?
Does he know about my money making?
No matter what he was thinking, Han Qi quickly stood up and said, "Dad, I learned a few dishes when I went outside. They were just cooked and still hot. Come and try them?"
Han Fugui looked at his son. His current son made him feel familiar yet strange.
He remembered what some of his young colleagues said...
'You have 800,000 fans in half a month? You won't have a million in a while. Damn, your son is so awesome!! Now you can earn over 100,000 just by accepting an advertisement, right? It seems like your family is going to be prosperous.
You are not allowed to treat guests to dinner?'
'The singing is also great!! Uncle Han, Han Qi is so good at singing that he should be sent to specialize in learning. Maybe he will be a star now, and he is good-looking, and he will obviously be no worse than the current stars when he makes movies.
'
"Xiao Qi has been smart since she was a child. If she had been better at studying, she wouldn't have studied in our town...Old Han, this is your fault."
What's wrong with me?
He didn't think there was anything wrong with him. Isn't this the case with all his sons?
But it is a fact that my son has the ability to make money, and he can easily make more money than himself, even a lot more money.
Then you can't treat him the same as before.
Han Fugui was thinking in his heart, but he kept his tone and said pleasantly: "Okay, let me have a taste of your craftsmanship. By the way, when did you come back? Why didn't you tell me in advance?"
"Just got home."
Such a father made Han Qi a little uncomfortable, but he soon felt relieved... His only son has been away from home for such a long time, and it is normal for parents to change a little.
The family came to the dining table. Han Qi asked his parents to eat pickled fresh food first, while Han Qi quietly picked up a small piece of fish.
Hmm...it actually tastes pretty good.
What he makes is a very ordinary steamed fish flavor, fish aroma and texture, plus the taste of steamed fish soy sauce.
How on earth does that hotel in Yanjin make it so delicious? By the way, the steamed fish soy sauce, the sauce they use is not the steamed fish soy sauce bought on the market, but is made exclusively by themselves?…
…No wonder it tastes so delicious.
As Han Qi expected, her parents praised the pickled pork and also ate the other two dishes, but the taste was relatively ordinary.
Even so, the three of them finished the three dishes.
From eating to washing up and going to bed, Han Fugui never said a harsh word to himself. Han Qi felt that it was too awkward. If he had known what it would be like to go home, he would have been back long ago, and he wouldn't be so worried.
He was even prepared to be beaten by his father before he came back.
Han Qi, who was in a daze in the room, sighed and took a water glass to the living room to pour water.
Han Fugui sat on the sofa and watched the Peking Opera on the drama channel seriously.
Han Qi looked at him for a long time.
He discovered something different.
Although my father was not very unreasonable in the past, he was very dignified and very charming outside. When he was sitting in the living room watching TV, he was just like a leader sitting at the head of a meeting. He looked intimidating when he looked at him without a smile.
.
But now my father will rub his waist after sitting for a long time, and he will laugh when he sees something exciting, showing the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
Han Qi understood.
In the two months since I ran away from home, it wasn't just myself that changed.
Although I have grown up.
But just in these two months, my father also became old.
