By the time he carried the two girls into his kitchen, the aroma of porridge had filled the air, "Big sister and second sister, you guys go watch some TV first. Uncle will be here soon. Can you turn on the TV?"
"Second sister's meeting!" the eldest sister rushed to say, but it was as if she was more powerful.
Zhang Heng fondly rubbed the long hair of the two girls that had been combed, and said with a smile: "Okay, let's go into the house quickly."
After the two girls left, he considered that he might not be back at noon, so he quickly grabbed some chili peppers from the kimchi jar, piled them into foam, cut four eggplants and soaked them in water, then put the pot on the fire, and also
Put half of the minced fish meat into the porridge pot, add some salt and stir it for a few times. Wait for a while and then turn off the heat. Then you can sprinkle some chopped green onion into it according to the taste. You don’t need to add MSG. The fish meat is already good.
Very fresh.
There is no shortage of salt in the village, but many families do not use MSG. The old people say that MSG is a chemical substance, and if you eat it, your brain will be dull. Although Zhang Heng knew that this statement was not correct, he followed these village habits because
He will always be a child of the village, and his roots will always be in the village.
The oil in the pot here is also hot. According to the rules of the village, first sprinkle a few peppercorns and steam them to dry up the water. Then add the bean paste. When the flavor is stir-fried, add the pickled chili foam into the pot. After the aroma is fully released, this
Just put the soaked eggplant into the pot. If the eggplant is not soaked in water, it will turn red and the taste will be compromised.
When four eggplants are put into the pot, they look quite big, but they will become brittle after a while. In the end, they are just a small pot. When the eggplants are about eight ripe, they will be filled with fish foam. Add a little salt and roll them out.
Once it smells good, just start cooking it right away.
He usually doesn’t use soy sauce and vinegar in cooking at home. These two things are only used when eating pasta. He likes to eat chili. However, because my grandma is old and can’t eat spicy food, her appetite has always been relatively light, but the pickled chili is not.
It’s a good thing. It has a good taste but it’s not too spicy. This fish-flavored eggplant actually lacks a hint of ginger and garlic. Unfortunately, I don’t have ginger at home, and I don’t see any garlic. Fortunately, isn’t there fish in the pot? Come to think of it.
The taste won't be bad.
At this time of year, small gingers on the market actually cost one yuan or one tael, and large fresh ginger cost two yuan or one tael. It was so expensive that he even planned to grow ginger in the original space and buy it. Thinking of this
He also thought this was a good idea. He would grow whatever vegetables were expensive in the market and then sell them. But he immediately rejected it, at least not for the time being. He had neither time nor energy, and his family was not that poor.
It’s too late to boil the pot. Just think about everything in the long run.
"Well, it tastes better than expected." Zhang Heng took a sip and praised to himself.
Then he put the porridge pot into his backpack. He covered the eggplant vegetables and held them in his hands. He entered the room and called: "Big sister and second sister. Let's go, uncle is taking you to the market."
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"Brother, the porridge you cooked is so delicious. The eggplant is also delicious. Is this fish?" My sister arched her eyebrows and her mouth was already full of food.
"Well, it's fish. I bought it at the market on the way back." Zhang Heng said cheerfully. He was already eating his third bowl.
The mother spoke up at this time: "Son, your skills are getting better and better. You can even serve this porridge and open a shop."
It was around eight o'clock at this time, and people at work were leaving one after another. There were not many diners, and it was not busy. The family just had time to gather around and have a meal. The dish was eggplant, and the porridge was eaten with rice cakes. It was already very rich for breakfast.
Because in the village, even if you do farm work in the morning, breakfast is just leftovers from the night before, or fried vegetables.
"Boss, bring me seven more cakes. You still have porridge here, so give me a bowl too."
When Zhang Heng heard this voice, his hands paused, because the person who came was the young man who had chased and fought with him just now, but in his opinion, it was not a big deal, neither party was injured, and he was still covering his face.
Well, after returning home, he deliberately changed his clothes and continued to drink porridge without showing any signs of it.
At this time, my mother stood up and said hello: "I'm sorry, we don't sell porridge right now. This is cooked for us to eat ourselves. We still have porridge."
Zi Chen just said it, but now he was immediately attracted by the smell in the air as soon as he got closer. This smell actually made his body feel excited instinctively. This situation is rare to happen, but every time it happens, it indicates that something will happen.
It is a good thing that the body needs. This is a sharp feeling he has developed through boxing practice.
"Boss, I see you still have clean and empty bowls, so just sell me a bowl. The price is good, and I'll eat it here." Zi Chen said with some urgency.
Zhang Heng frowned. What did the other party mean? Was he aware of it, or did he just want to drink porridge?
"I'm sorry, it's really hard to sell. You see, there's not even a place to sit here. It's not a matter of money, it's just inconvenience." My mother explained that she simply felt it was inappropriate and didn't make any other guesses.
Zi Chen gritted his teeth. Both the taste of the porridge and the curiosity about the young man's identity made him very urgent. He opened his mouth and said: "Boss, if I pay fifty yuan, you can sell me a bowl. Your family
The porridge smells so good, I really want to eat a bowl."
Zhang Heng knew something was wrong when the words came to this topic. Sure enough, his mother immediately said: "Young man, what you said is serious. If word spreads, you will think that my Zhangjia shop is robbing customers. Haha, they are all old customers, no."
Just a bowl of porridge, how can it be worth fifty yuan? Come in quickly, Auntie will treat you to a meal today."
Zhang Heng sighed secretly, feeling proud to have such a mother. He immediately became vigilant and his chest began to heave. If the other party was really evil and dared to hurt his family, he would definitely be ruthless and insert the knife into the other party's chest.
…
"Thank you, Auntie." Zi Chen has participated in many exhibition matches. He knows how to deal with the world and is popular among sects and various martial arts schools. With these relationships, he is more confident in his future development. As long as he has the opportunity, he
You can pull people who have the skills of a large class meeting to come out and help.
Zhang Heng glanced at the other person and nodded. Maybe he was overthinking it, but the person didn't pay attention to him.
But immediately someone came over with a bowl, and without any pretense, he squatted on the stone pillar, took a big sip, and asked seemingly casually: "Little boss, your cake and
Porridge is really good, isn’t it too cheap to buy it at this price?”
Everyone likes to hear these good words, and as expected, my sister said happily: "It's cheap, but we are just neighbors. Don't worry, as long as prices don't rise, our shop will not increase prices." My sister also said this tactfully, and Zhang Heng loved it.
A sweet smile.
At this time, the mother said: "Son, you have to go to work in the afternoon. After dinner, go back and rest early."
Zhang Heng was about to talk about this, and then said: "Mom, I won't be back for lunch at noon. I made an appointment with my colleagues to go online. School will start in more than a month. I want to learn to use the computer."
"Okay, Mom will go get the computer back for you when she has free time in the afternoon. We have already agreed that the computer will cost more than 3,000 yuan. Our air-conditioning ticket can be used to offset 2,000 yuan, so there is not much money to make up for it," the mother followed.
Although he already has a laptop, he really can only accept this computer and doesn't think too much about it. There is not much difference between the two mother and son. He will be a filial piety in the future. At this moment, his mother defeated the squad leader again.
, only then did he realize that family is more important, because he was born with his mother, and this gave him the opportunity to like the monitor.
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Zi Chen didn't have time to feel the comfort after eating the porridge, so he skillfully interjected: "Auntie, where does this little brother work?"
When my mother heard this, she immediately replied cheerfully: "It's not a high-level job. I'm working as a manager in a club for the time being. I'm going to go to college at the end of next month..."
"It turns out that I am so young and have become a supervisor before I even started college. It's really amazing." Zi Chen's words were only half a compliment, and the other half was a sincere admiration, because he joined the teacher's sect after finishing elementary school.
After practicing martial arts, college can only be a dream in this life.
"You are so awesome. I think you are a capable person, young man." The mother said happily. When she heard other people praising her son, she really couldn't resist. This is the special mentality of a mother.
"No way, I'm just a rough guy who practices martial arts. I just came from City D to look for a job. I just came here to rent a house the day before yesterday..." Zi Chen was telling the truth, because it wasn't really a secret.
Zhang Heng was listening next to him. He had already finished eating, but he couldn't leave for a while, otherwise he would be rude, so he had to endure and say happy words to the two girls.
Suddenly, this person said: "I see that my hands are so thick. Have you ever practiced?"
When the mother arrived, she immediately replied: "What kind of training have you had? My son used to live in the countryside and usually did a lot of farm work. He has only been in the city for a few days, and his hands will become tender as time goes by."
When Zi Chen heard this, he was immediately confused. He could feel the kindness of this mother, and it was unlikely that she would lie to him. When he thought about it, the only possibility was that this young man had hidden it so deeply that even his own family members
I don’t know if he knows kung fu, it’s definitely possible, otherwise the fight just now wouldn’t have been possible with his face covered.
He thought so mentally, but he still wasn't sure. His mind was moving, and his hands were not stopping. He had already drank the second bowl of porridge. Although he estimated that he could still drink two more bowls, he was too embarrassed to drink more, so he drank it all in one gulp.
He left ten dollars and ran away.
The mother quickly shouted: "Young man, I already said I don't want any money, hey, hey... forget it, we won't charge you money when he comes to buy cakes next time."
Zhang Heng narrowed his eyes. The person who came here was definitely testing him just now. Fortunately, he didn't reveal his flaws, but he was not afraid and said: "Mom, I'll go out first."
"Okay, slow down on the road. There are a lot of cars on the roads in the city. Pay more attention to the cars. If you don't have money, take it yourself. Be generous outside..." Mother instructed.
Zhang Heng nodded vigorously, hugged his mother, then hugged his sister, rubbed the little heads of the two girls, and then set off after saying hello to Aunt Chen. He had to hurry up and not let the squad leader wait.
Zi Chen, who had already run away, appeared from the corner... (To be continued...)
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