This news quickly reached Tang Yuan's ears with Huang Mao's added jealousy. He smiled and said, "Isn't this pretty good?"
Huang Mao: "It's good, but it feels too weird."
Tang Yuan reminded him: "Emotions are very open in the West. Jingjun grew up abroad. This is not surprising."
Huang Mao was still sighing: "Maybe I have inherited the ancient thoughts of my ancestors!" After chatting for a while, he started to tease him again, "I would like to know who picked you, the flower of the high mountain. I think back then, you
Rejecting a woman is much harsher than treating Jingjun..."
Tang Yuan probably also thought of the scene he said, "Jingjun is the younger brother's sister." Naturally, he still had to show some mercy, but the fierce look that flashed across her face at the end made him suddenly frightened.
, then he took a heavy breath.
After all, women's jealousy is very scary.
Nishimura Kowako learned from the past, he has already suffered a lot.
Right now, the most important thing is to mass-produce the low-temperature slow cooker and bring it to market.
Then during the Spring Festival this year, he will have the opportunity to return to China.
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After the game, Yu Jian set off back to the capital without staying much longer.
Zhang Hua made an agreement with her that when he returned to Beijing in two days, he would go to Yu's restaurant to support him, and she readily agreed.
Yu Jianguo specially closed the store and came to pick them up at the airport, bringing Yu Yuan's child with him.
"Ah -" Yu Yuan sneezed loudly, sucked in the long breath that was about to come out, and complained to his father: "Dad, have your flowers gone bad? I sneezed several times along the way.
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Yu Jianguo shook his head and kept looking in the direction of the exit, and replied impatiently: "That's because you caught a cold. I just went to the flower shop to buy these in the morning, and there are still dewdrops on the petals!"
This is just a lie to the boss who doesn't know anything. There are still dewdrops on it. It's obviously the dewdrops dropped by the boss's wife!
Yu Yuan curled his lips, sneezed again, and rubbed his itchy nose.
"Dad, Xiao Yuanzi!" The sliding door opened, and Yu Jian saw Yu Jianguo and Yu Jianguo at a glance. The reason was that the bouquet in Yu Yuan's hand was too big, like a walking flower basket.
Yu Jian couldn't help laughing, but she couldn't blatantly laugh at the little guy, so she could only hold back her laughter and rub his head as hard as she could.
Yu Yuan handed her the flower with a sweet voice: "Sister, congratulations on winning the championship!"
Yu Jian happily took the bouquet, lowered her head and took a deep sniff, and suddenly a strange smell jumped into the tip of her nose——
She sneezed hard——
The scene was eerily quiet for a while.
Yu Yuan looked up at his father with squinting eyes: I'll just say it.
In the small courtyard of the Zhumen, a curl of light smoke has long been rising.
Yu Jian opened the door and took a deep breath. The sweet aroma of noodles hit her nostrils. She was overjoyed: "Is Uncle Jianping cooking noodles?"
Yu Jianguo smiled mysteriously and pointed inside: "It's not Jianping."
Who else?
Full of curiosity, Yu Jian pushed her luggage and walked inside. The small courtyard in winter was filled with layers of earthen jars, including the sauces Yu Jian made in spring and the vegetables pickled by Yu Jianguo in autumn, revealing the deep warmth of the small courtyard.
Meaning.
"Put it in little by little, yes, that's it..." In the kitchen, one person pointed to another person.
This voice——
Yu Jian opened the door with a bang: "Uncle Wu!"
Someone turned their head and showed a familiar smiling face. Even Dahuang, who was lying at the door and looking at the owner obsessively, stretched out slowly and turned his head together, also showing a smiling face.
Wu Guoliang raised his eyebrows and smiled: "You're back? Then get ready to eat!"
He calmly and naturally turned his head and continued to point at Yu Jianping: "Wrong, wrong, put that one first!"
Yu Jianping held a small steel basin and asked questions: "This?"
"No, the one next to you, right! Oh, how about I do it?"
"Pull me down. Can you move your face now? Just stand there and don't move!"
It’s still the familiar scene of bickering and fighting.
In the dim light, Yu Jian felt the moisture in her eyes getting stronger and stronger, her throat moved, and suddenly she was blocked by something and couldn't say anything.
"Huh?" Dahuang tilted his head and looked at her. Why did the two-legged human being suddenly feel depressed? His big head arched the crook of her leg and bit her trouser leg.
Yu Jian rubbed her eyes, smiled and patted its head: "Be good, I brought you a gift."
"Woof!" It also has a gift?? Rhubarb instantly became excited——
Wu Guoliang taught Yu Jianping to make a classic noodle dish - Bazhen noodles. This is a kind of noodle that ordinary people would make when celebrating happy events. It can also be regarded as a congratulation to Yu Jian for winning the first prize in the competition.
Chicken legs, chicken breasts, crucian carp meat, and river shrimp meat are cooked and dried in the sun. Together with fresh bamboo shoots, mushrooms, sesame seeds, and peppercorns, they are ground into very fine powder and mixed into the flour. The powder should be added gradually.
The fresh flavor will be blended into the flour bit by bit.
The kneaded dough exudes the rich aroma of mushrooms, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.
Roll the dough into a long strip, cross it and then cross it, and spread it into noodles as thin as hair.
Fresh juice has been boiled in the pot for a long time. It is also cooked with bamboo shoots, mushrooms and shrimps. It is as clear as spring water without any fishy or oily taste. The fresh juice is boiling, add the noodles, stir slowly and let it spread evenly.
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The aroma spreads and reaches everyone's noses inch by inch.
Yu Yuan was waiting at the door of the kitchen drooling, and kept shouting: "It smells so good..."
Yu Jian also speeded up her change of clothes, hurriedly opened the door and sat down at the dining table.
When a bowl of clear noodle soup is served, without sprinkling green onion or acid, the noodle soup will look white and pure. When stirred slightly, it looks like white hair is blooming. It is simply more eye-catching than Nawensi tofu.
After smelling it, she felt that her breath was full of freshness. Yu Jian picked up the bowl and took a small sip of the clear soup. In an instant, a string broke in her head, and her eyes suddenly opened wide.
This is--
"Things that are used daily at home cannot be called precious." Wu Guoliang walked out of the kitchen and said with a smile.
"Nothing here is particularly expensive. Chicken, fish, and shrimp can be found everywhere. Dried bamboo shoots, mushrooms, pepper, and sesame seeds are also commonplace. Even the soup base is just added with water and simmered slowly. But
Even the gods ate these noodles and wanted to miss the taste of the human world."
Yu Jian slowly thought about his words, and then raised her head after being stunned for a moment, with a look of sudden enlightenment on her face, "I understand."
Then he said: "Uncle Wu, if you participate in Bai An's competition, the championship will definitely be yours."
In fact, she was also thinking deeply about the final theme of Bai Case. Although the dishes made by several chefs were delicious, she always felt that something was missing.
Today, when the eight treasures appeared, she suddenly understood. The extraordinary behind is made up of countless ordinary things. This is the long-term continuity.
"That's right - the noodles made by Uncle Wu are delicious!" Yu Yuan was also yelling at the side. He didn't know any gorgeous adjectives. In a child's concept, there are only delicious and not delicious.
Yu Jianping came out with a bowl in his hand, with a stern look on his face: "What did Uncle Wu do? It was clearly done by me!"