Chapter 128 128. Honey Black Sesame Glutinous Rice Porridge
The honey was in a semi-solidified state, with clear layers of milky yellow and creamy yellow solid liquid. Lu Chuan held the black iron lid and twisted it hard——
On the tense arms, the burn scars gave off a slight sting of ants nibbling at them, but what followed was the unique fresh and sweet fragrance of honey.
Lu Chuan paused, then leaned closer and smelled it again.
It was an indescribably sweet feeling.
It's like picking out a flower on the green grass under the soft rain and sucking it gently, and you taste a little sweetness.
It doesn't make people feel tired at all, but it seems that their mood has been nourished and improved.
He held the bottle carefully, then walked to the kitchen without hesitation, took out a thin and translucent spoon with a thin handle, gently scooped out a ball of amber-like honey, and then eagerly put it into his mouth.
The windy breath brushes the tip of the tongue, and the sweet and moist feeling seems to slide from the mouth to the stomach...
Just the taste of this honey is worth two thousand words for him to describe!
He wrote down this feeling and decided to write it into a chapter later. But at the same time, the tip of his tongue reluctantly slid over the spoon. He always felt that eating it like this was too wasteful. He needed to treasure it carefully and savor it slowly.
That's it.
Therefore, after he put down the honey, he went into the kitchen and dug out a jar of black sesame seeds.
After the light wok is heated, a handful of sesame seeds are sprinkled into it. When the spatula is turned over, the crispy aroma of sesame seeds is particularly attractive.
Wait until all the black sesame seeds are fried, then pour them into the earthenware bowl on the side and slowly mash and grind them.
In the clay pot on one side, hot water and rice cakes are rolled, and the thick glutinous rice porridge is almost cooked.
He skillfully turned down the flame and waited until all the black sesame seeds were ground into powder, then turned off the porridge.
The small, rounded bone china bowl was filled with about eight percent of the porridge, and then a spoonful of black sesame seeds was sprinkled on top. Lu Chuan thought for a while, then took out a piece of braised beef from the refrigerator and cut it into dices.
Taking this opportunity, he added a little more oil to the wok and skillfully cracked an egg into it.
Seeing the eggs being deep-fried until they were golden and puffy, and the aroma filling the entire kitchen, he methodically dug out two pieces of yesterday's leftover toast and put them into the sandwich maker.
Fried eggs, braised beef and a few green cabbage leaves are laid out one after another, and the sandwich machine is pressed down——
In just one minute, your personal version of the sandwich is ready with a crispy outer shell, soft and rich layers inside.
The bone china plate, as white as the moon, depicts two round oriole birds. Under the pointed beaks, a green vegetable leaf peeks out of the sandwich.
Lu Chuan then sat down at the dining table, carefully scooped out a spoonful of honey, and poured it thinly into the black sesame seeds on top of the white porridge.
Honey black sesame glutinous rice porridge, beef fried egg sandwich.
——The perfect lunch.
The sweetness of honey was fresh and overbearing, easily overpowering the aroma of protein. He couldn't help it, so he gently stirred the porridge with his spoon, and then took it into his mouth without hesitation.
The sweet taste is especially highlighted by the sesame and glutinous rice.
However, before he could savor it, the doorbell rang again.
Opening the door, Lu Jing stood at the door and sniffed, then looked surprised:
"It smells so good, Ah Chuan, what did you do? Didn't I tell you not to cook yet?"
She changed her shoes. Although she didn't get any feedback, she kept saying, "I sent a message to ask that little girl if her farm specialties were for sale, and then I found out that you had sent a message to her to change her address."
"Achuan, don't you want to communicate more with others? The food is indeed so delicious, you can't hold it back."
She turned around and looked at a bottle of simply packaged honey on the table. The sweet smell in the air was so tempting. She was sure in her heart: "This is what the little girl sent again, right? How many bottles are there? Let's split it up."
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Lu Chuan frowned:
"In the hospital, I remember you said that if you asked the price, the other party might send more things for free."
Lu Jing also knew it was inappropriate.
but……
but……
“But her food is really delicious!”
Lu Chuan thought of the last cloud of milkvetch that he carefully collected in the refrigerator, even wrapped in beeswax paper, and stored in the fresh-keeping room. At this moment, he lowered his eyebrows and fell silent.
Lu Jing didn't care if she didn't get a reply.
Her son was a man of few words, but now he just tightened the lid of the honey with familiarity and stuffed it into his handbag.
The movements were so natural and skillful that Lu Chuan still had a spoon in his hand and stared at it for a while, feeling that something was not quite right.
Then he frowned:
"Mom, the last time I sent you vetch, she said there were almost none left - why did you ask again?"
Lu Jing was a little embarrassed.
"Didn't you stay in the hospital for a month? Mom joined a patient group at that time. You also know that if you can afford to live in Renai, you have two or two dollars... In those days, we ate dumplings every day, and all the patients in the surrounding wards were
Come and ask."
No matter how you close the door and ventilate the room, there can't be any residue left in the room.
Especially the man in the ward opposite, who is holding a cane like a beggar every day and just staring here eagerly.
Lu Jing couldn't hold it back in the end and split up with her twice. The other party didn't have any low-key ideas. The fragrance was so delicious that more and more people in the patient group asked about it.
Ten pounds of shepherd's purse disappeared quickly.
Then came the milkvetch, which was just a little bit. Lu Jing went home and fried it for two meals and ate it up. Aren't you already hungry now?
The tea was really good. After she returned the gift, he sent a message to ask about it early this morning.
How good is it?
When she soaked the water, she counted the saffron roots she threw in. She never drank saffron so carefully before.
In short, the more I drank, the more frightened I became, fearing that I would not be able to find such a good thing in the future.
I sent a message to Lu Chuan and he didn't reply for half an hour, so he drove over directly in his car.
But when it comes to her own son, as a mother, she can't speak so straightforwardly.
So Lu Jing pondered for a while: "Isn't it... I heard that it's not easy to sell things in the countryside now? If these can be sold, I know the price and can promote it to my relatives and friends."
She was divorced and came to the imperial capital with a pregnant belly. Over the years, she only had two or three friends. Where did she come from?
But Lu Chuan's heart moved.
He couldn't remember the other person's face clearly, but he vaguely remembered that when he dragged her out of the car, the girl was holding a huge canvas bag that cost ten yuan a piece at the night market. There was an obvious spot on her coat.
The wiring is skewed.
The clothes are cheap and simple.
Thinking of what Lu Jing just said, he nodded slightly:
"Then...I'll ask you later."
The other party lives in a mountain village and is still living in embarrassment even now. He still sends things so sincerely. How can he bear it?