The little guy Yu Yuan, ever since he gained the favor of his biological sister, has raised his tail more and more to the sky. He follows Yu Jian all day long, just like a little follower.
"Sister, are you still watching "The Little Master of China"?" The little guy lay on the bed, holding his chin and pressing frantically on the tablet with his little hands, accidentally opening Yu Jian's viewing history.
Yu Jian glanced sideways, took the tablet and clicked it a few times, then threw it back to Yu Yuan without any embarrassment after being caught.
"Eh? Why is it gone...Sister! Did you delete it secretly?!" Yu Yuan found angrily that the cartoon pattern just now disappeared!!
Yu Jian looked at his indignant expression in amusement, moved the stool in front of him, and tapped his little head with the pen in her hand: "I deleted it openly."
The cartoon is produced by Huang Nuan Anli. This foodie has been frantically looking for all kinds of movies about food recently, even cartoons. She even forced Yu Jian to watch it with her during her lunch break. Yu Jian took a look at it and was taken aback.
The gorgeous special effects inside were shocking, but I also became interested in some of the dishes in the animation.
Unexpectedly, he was discovered by Yu Yuan. His tone just now clearly put Yu Jian and himself on the same level——
Cartoon audience.
"Aren't you going to the county town with your mother?" After all, the village is still lagging behind. Yu's mother went shopping in the city with a few aunts and uncles early in the morning. Yu Jian thought that Yu Yuan, who loves fun and fun, must also follow her.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she opened the door, the little guy looked at her eagerly.
Yu Yuan finally found her love, she was overjoyed. Just when she was looking at her passionately, he had no time to answer her words, so he muttered a few perfunctory words and then lost his voice.
Yu Jian stared at his back for a few seconds, sighed, put on her headphones and started studying. Dad Yu came back at the wrong time, she was about to have her midterm exam.
"Dong dong dong" Yu's father knocked on the door a few times, and after getting his daughter's permission, he poked his head in. Seeing that the siblings were getting along harmoniously, he was very happy in his heart.
He waved to his daughter and mouthed silently, asking her to come out.
"Ah Jian, sit down quickly." Yu Jian followed Yu's father to the study room confused, watching him move the chair hurriedly.
She cast a puzzled look. What was she trying to do, to say it so formally?
Father Yu looked at his daughter with admiration. The child had not been with her parents all year round, but from the two days of contact, he could tell that the old mother had raised her well.
and……
"Ajian, can you tell Dad how you made that crispy brine yesterday morning?" Dad Yu rubbed his hands and asked unnaturally, but his eyes were shining brightly.
Following his mother's description, he found Yu Jian's jar of brine in the kitchen. When he opened the seal, there was a strange fragrance. After tasting it, he was even more shocked.
Modern brine is mostly salty, but Yu's father knows that sweet brine is more powerful. And the sweet brine made by Yu Jian is the best among the best, and it is probably not much different from what is recorded in the ancestral recipes.
Yu Jian smiled lightly, "Actually, it's not much different from ordinary brine. I just reduced the ratio of spicy ingredients and added licorice and Luo Han Guo."
Dad Yu carefully pondered every word she said. After a long time, a flash of disbelief flashed in his eyes, "Monk fruit is warm in nature and will make the brine taste more mild." He patted his thigh again and said, "Why didn't I think of that!"
Yu Jian's eyes flashed faintly.
She still underestimated Dad Yu, and he could realize the essence of it with just a few words.
Dad Yu copied a piece of paper and kept writing something. After a while, he sighed with emotion: "Sure enough, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead..."
…
Yu Jian couldn't understand why she suddenly became the heir to the Yu family's recipe when she was just discussing the method of making brine with Yu's father.
Looking at the palm-sized and incomplete cowhide book on the table, Yu Jian had a complex expression. She traveled from the Tang Dynasty, and her biggest wish was to bring the food of the Tang Dynasty to modern times. The recipes of the Yu family that lasted only a hundred years, she wanted to
Let her inherit it, it's really... not very attractive.
So Yu Jian refused the first time.
Dad Yu tried to persuade her with affection and reasoning for a long time. He almost dried up his saliva, but found that Yu Jian was still unmoved. He simply threw the recipe into his daughter's arms, and she didn't react.
At that moment, he pushed her out and locked the door behind her back.
"I don't agree..." Yu Jian banged on the door for a long time. Dad Yu pretended to be dead inside but didn't respond. She had no choice but to accept the cowhide book first, but she was still determined in her heart.
"It's yours if I give it to you. It's up to you whether you want to use it or not. Anyway, don't give it back to me." Dad Yu replied dully. He is self-aware. He is almost over fifty and has been learning to walk since he could walk.
To hold a kitchen knife, so far I have only learned the basics of Yujia cuisine.
The Yu family cannot be left in his hands, and there is no rule in the family about passing on male rather than female. Although his daughter is from a girl's family, he can feel that Yu Jian really loves cooking.
As soon as she entered the kitchen, her eyes glowed with a light that was not usually present.
Thinking of this, the guilt that was no bigger than a fingernail in Father Yu's heart immediately disappeared.
The first time the Yu family's father and daughter faced each other, Yu's father narrowly won.
On the fifth day after returning home, Dad Yu was finally ready to return to the capital. Grandma Yu didn’t say anything, but she was full of reluctance in her heart. Her son and daughter-in-law went out to work and only came back once every few years. And the eldest grandson didn’t see it until he was six years old.
Saw it once.
Grandma Yu hugged Yu Yuan and kept shouting "Good baby, good baby" in Hakka dialect.
Yu Yuan was infected by his grandma's sad atmosphere. He finally couldn't hold back his mouth for a long time and burst into tears. He struggled to climb down from his grandma's arms, trotted to Yu Jian's side, hugged her thigh and rubbed it hard
: "I don't want to leave! I want to be with my sister!"
Mother Yu came over to pull, but the little guy seemed to have spent all her strength, but he couldn't move. Mother Yu looked at her hand in disbelief, and then at her son who was stuck to Yu Jian's body like a marshmallow.
Now, my temper is about to rise...
Yu Jian picked up her younger brother, and Yu Yuan hugged her, burying his face in her neck, tears streaming down his face, and he spoke incomprehensibly: "Sister... you... you don't want to
I am..."
"Yu Yuan," Yu Jian said, her tone was no different from usual, but it surprisingly calmed Yu Yuan's restless heart. He twisted around and faced his sister, and a faint smile appeared on Yu Jian's face.
"You are my younger brother. How could my sister not want her younger brother?"
She sat down with the little guy in her arms and asked him to adjust his position to sit astride her lap: "Sister, I'm going to see you after the holiday."
"Really?!" The little guy's tear-filled eyes were suddenly surprised, and his face was full of disbelief. Seeing his sister nodding, he stretched out his little finger, "Then you hook up with me, and you can't lie to me!"
Yu Jian stretched out her flawless white fingers, one big and one small, and raised her hands solemnly.
Yu Yuan turned back three times and followed her parents on the boat leaving the village. Yu Jian watched them leave from the shore until the boat went further and further away and finally became a small black dot and disappeared.
She pressed her chest, feeling an indescribable... sense of loss...