At the end of October, it is Grandma Yu’s seventy-ninth birthday.
Adhering to the principle of doing nine and not doing ten, everyone in the Yu family attaches great importance to it.
Yu Jian made a list and asked Tang Yuan to help her find some uncommon ingredients.
"Venison, rabbit meat... donkey meat?" Tang Yuan shook a corner of the list and looked at her in disbelief, "Are you getting more and more exaggerated? Are you going to ask me to give it to you next time?
Did you get dragon meat?"
"Dragon meat in the sky, donkey meat on the earth", this is the highest praise people give to donkey meat.
There are many traditional donkey meat dishes in northern Shaanxi, and donkey meat roasting is one of them. The donkey meat is fresh and tender, and the pancakes are crispy. When sandwiched together and taken a spicy bite, it is really fragrant.
The capital has already entered winter, and some people traveling have put on thick coats. This is the first winter that Yu Jian and her grandma have spent in the capital. Compared with the mild climate in the south, the elderly are always a little uncomfortable. Winter begins
After that, I didn’t like to walk out much.
Yu Jian thought that she needed to replenish her health, so she asked Tang Yuan to help her find some donkey meat from Heshi, Hezhou Province.
She is going to make a warm delicacy - donkey stuffed with warm and cold flowers.
"Don't you have donkey meat dishes in your Western food?" Yu Jian asked, seeing that his frown had not relaxed.
Tang Yuan chuckled when he heard this, thinking that the little girl asked a good question, "The ingredients of Western food are mainly beef and mutton, as well as some white-meat seafood, and among the poultry, chicken and duck are mostly eaten. In the eyes of foreigners, rabbits are pets
, donkeys are not common, they have always been very cautious about unfamiliar things, so they will not eat them at all. Including chicken feet, duck feet, duck necks, etc., in their view, they are all bad leftovers..."
"Oh..." Yu Jian said in a long voice that she understood.
"You oh what?"
The little girl's expression obviously meant something different.
Yu Jian smacked her lips twice: "That would be a lot of fun." Since ancient times, the general public has been working hard to discover more food. From Columbus's discovery of potatoes and potatoes in the New World, to Yuan
Grandpa invented hybrid rice, wasn't it all to make food more abundant and life richer?
But in the eyes of foreigners, many wonderful ingredients turn out to be just junk ingredients. We can only blame them for their lack of discernment.
"By the way, how are you going to solve Han Qu's matter?" Tang Yuan asked, remembering the business.
The little worker has always hidden himself as a transparent person recently, coming and going in a hurry. If it weren't for the need to open an extra bank account when paying wages every month, Yu Jian would have almost forgotten that this person existed.
"Maybe she's holding back some big move." She grinned and stretched.
The Chinese restaurant on the street corner also restrained its arrogance and no longer dared to blatantly copy the dishes of Yu's restaurant. Without the gimmick, the number of customers naturally gradually decreased, and the proprietress was so worried that she did not show up for several days.
The role of Han Qu comes unexpectedly.
Coupled with such a surname and good cooking skills, Yu Jian naturally became more thoughtful. A series of events that followed confirmed her guess.
Maybe Han Yubai and Han Qu really have some shady relationship.
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A residential building outside the Fourth Ring Road exudes a warm and cozy light.
Han Qu caught the subway for more than half an hour and dragged his tired body home. The light pouring into the room blew away his chill. He stood firmly at the door, listening to the little song hummed by his mother in the room.
"Xiao Qi is back? Go change clothes quickly, your Uncle Han will come over for dinner later!" Li Shu came out of the kitchen with a plate and said angrily when she saw her son standing still in a daze.
Han Qu remained silent. He took off his shoes alternately, put on his socks and went over to help his mother. Li Shu slapped him on the arm: "Is it cold? Go and put on your shoes."
Normally, she would lose her temper if Han Qu behaved like this, but today she was in an unusually good mood. Han Qu pursed his lips, and there was a hint of displeasure in his eyes.
Every time, the so-called Uncle Han could easily affect my mother's mood.
"Are you in a Chinese restaurant today?" There was a splash of oil in the kitchen, accompanied by Li Shula's high-pitched inquiry.
"Yeah." Han Qu put on an apron, took the spatula from her hand, and began to stir the pot skillfully.
Li Shu combed her hair that she had just done in the afternoon, took a few steps back, away from the splashed oil stars: "I said you can just stay at the Chinese restaurant, why do you want to work at Yujia Restaurant? Xiaobai
I’ve set up a shop for you, don’t I just want you to do your own business?”
Li Shu tilted her head, paused, and then said: "Xiaobai is really a good kid and takes good care of you. You have to listen to him carefully. The old Han family still has to count on you two brothers!"
After saying that, he laughed loudly, hummed a little tune and went out to touch up his makeup.
Han Qu was left alone in the kitchen, holding a shovel and wondering what he was thinking.
Half an hour later, the home-cooked dishes were all ready, placed on blue and white porcelain plates, and placed neatly on the dining table, with four dishes and one soup.
Li Shu stood by the window and looked down anxiously. Suddenly her eyes lit up and she called her son: "Quick, quick, your Uncle Han is here."
Two minutes later, the doorbell rang.
Han Qi opened the door, and a familiar face appeared in front of him. The visitor was a little surprised to see him at home, and then showed a kind smile: "Xiao Qi, long time no see."
Han Qu stared at his eyes for a few seconds, then moved away and said: "Long time no see, Han Yuejin...uncle."
Li Shu was overjoyed, and walked over with her fat buttocks under her cheongsam, took the fruit gift box from his hand, and held his arm: "I told you that we have everything at home, so don't bring anything."
Han Yuejin chuckled, patted the back of her hand, and pulled her hand away calmly: "Fruits are good for your skin. Eating more is good for your health. What did you cook today that tasted delicious? I could smell the fragrance from afar.
Already."
"It's not the ones you like to eat. Xiaoqi made it today. Try it and see if it tastes better than what I made."
Han Yuejin added: "No one can do it better than you. Your craftsmanship is unparalleled."
Han Qu, who was still standing by the door, clenched his fists silently while listening to the conversation between the two people in the room.
This man...this man ruined his mother's life and abandoned them in He Province. If Yu Bai hadn't found them, he might have had to spend his whole life in a small village.
Han Yubai was right, everyone would punish this kind of man who has changed his mind. He always deceived his mother again and again with sweet words, and now he kept them in captivity like canaries.
Deep hatred flashed through his heart, his eyes flashed with cold light, and he wanted to bite his silver teeth into pieces.
"Xiao Qi, what are you still doing? Come to dinner soon." Li Shu called to him.
"Just come." Han Qu adjusted his mood, his expression returned to its original state, and he answered with a warm voice.