Qi Boyan paused, then stood up obediently, held the stool in one hand, and walked away.
However, when he walked away, he did not go towards the door of the courtyard, but towards the door of the kitchen.
Uncle Hu couldn't help but stare, and muttered again: "It's so unreal, these young people are so unreal."
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As a food blogger, Meng Yao has naturally learned spicy hot soup, and has learned all kinds of hot spicy soup.
There are two most famous schools of spicy soup: Xiaoyao Town spicy soup and Beiwudu spicy soup. Xiaoyao Town spicy soup has a strong and spicy taste, while Beiwudu spicy soup has a smooth and mellow taste and rich fragrance.
Each has its own characteristics.
What the old man wants to drink is the spicy Xiaoyao Town spicy soup.
In order to satisfy the uncle, Meng Yao resorted to housekeeping skills.
Starting from making bone soup, I also prepared and brewed a certain proportion of natural Chinese herbal soup.
When the smell of the spicy spicy soup was taking shape, Uncle Hu, who was sitting on a wicker chair with his eyes closed and relaxing, opened his eyes.
"This is the taste, this is the taste..."
Uncle Hu sat up excitedly. He originally wanted to take a look in the kitchen, but he was worried that he would disturb the cook, so he forced himself to sit.
Sitting and no longer lying down.
But I couldn't sit still. I was tapping my fingers on my knees. I looked restless and restless, staring at the kitchen without blinking.
And just when the spicy soup was getting thicker and thicker, there was a "bang", the door of his courtyard was knocked open, and a loud voice came.
"Old man Hu, what kind of monster are you doing?"
Uncle Hu was not able to sit firmly, so he almost fell down when he was so frightened by her.
"I said to Old Lady Jiang, this is my home, not yours. You came in and didn't even know to knock on the door?"
"When you were tearing up the walls of my house, why didn't you say knock on the door?"
Old Man Hu choked, "I'm too lazy to tell you. I have something to do here and I don't have time to entertain you. There should be time next door. If you want to sit around, go sit there!"
Jiang Huizhi's face sank, "Old man Hu, do you want me to burn your house down?"
"you dare?"
Old Man Hu blew his beard and glared, then this move had no effect on the aggressive Jiang Huizhi. There was wind at her feet and she stepped into the yard.
"Who is the chef in this kitchen?"
Jiang Huizhi had obviously been to Mr. Hu's house many times. She immediately stared at the kitchen when she came in and wanted to go in and take a look.
Old Man Hu blew his beard and hurriedly stopped the person, "Wait a minute, don't go in. They are still cooking. If you go in and ruin a pot of soup, I tell you, I will follow you."
Fight!"
Jiang Huizhi couldn't help but sneered, "Do you think cooking is like practicing medicine, where you can't make any mistakes and you have to concentrate on it all the time?"
Uncle Hu was stubborn and argued with her, "Isn't that right? Cooking is just like practicing medicine. You must concentrate on it and not be distracted, so that you can make good food!"
Jiang Huizhi does not believe in evil, "If this pot of soup is ruined because of me coming in, then this cook's cooking skills are not very good either!"
"You're not allowed to go. If you dare to go, I'll call the old man next door over!"
The old man next door had his hair exposed from the wall, but when he heard what Old Man Hu said, he shrank back.
Jiang Huizhi turned cold and finally stopped shouting and entered the kitchen. She walked to the stool and sat down gloomily.
"I want to see where some people hired the chef from?"
Uncle Hu: "..."
He knew that the old woman Jiang Huizhi had misunderstood and thought that the little girl cooking in the kitchen was invited by Old Man Sun, because this old woman had always wanted to have a bowl of spicy soup from her hometown.
"I told you, don't worry about that old man. The cook is..."
Old Man Hu wanted to say that the people who cooked in the kitchen had nothing to do with Old Man Sun, but before he finished speaking, Jiang Huizhi interrupted him coldly.
"Who is this young man? He came here through the back door, right? Send him away immediately. Some people are so noble and self-disciplined that it doesn't matter who they are through the back door!"
Uncle Hu: "..." Why didn't it work? He asked Old Man Sun for countless plasters in her name.
In fact, this is a very simple matter between the couple. When Old Man Sun was practicing medicine in Kyoto, someone sent gifts to his home, hoping that Old Man Sun would heal people.
According to Old Man Sun, this gift was accepted, and Jiang Huizhi also said good things to others in front of him.
As for the situation of the old woman Jiang Huizhi, he didn't know. This old woman was very tough-talking. The more people wronged her, the more she got into it. Old man Hu asked, she was so stubborn. She stood on the wall and yelled that she was just accepting the gift.
, what can I do if I take it away?
When she said this, he couldn't tell whether it was true or not.
It stands to reason that Old Man Sun and his wife Jiang Huizhi have encountered this kind of thing many times and are very familiar with it. They have never seen any conflicts between the two of them in so many years.
But this time things got so bad that they even got divorced.
Divorce is not divorce, Jiang Huizhi wants a divorce, and Old Man Sun agrees because of the gift, but their only son does not agree, so the two are just at a standstill.
Although they are not divorced, their current situation is similar to that of a divorce.
Actually, the fact that Old Man Sun was able to leave Kyoto and pursue him here is enough to show that he has surrendered.
But that old woman Jiang Huizhi was not happy. She just wanted to be soft when she came after him? I didn't see him say a soft word.
No matter how you say it, it doesn't make sense.
No, the two of them lived next door to him and didn't talk to each other when they met. Old Man Sun said he was being subdued, but he didn't take the initiative to say a word to Jiang Huizhi. As for Jiang Huizhi, even more so, she thought Old Man Sun was a transparent person.
The two are enemies now.
Uncle Hu thought about it and couldn't help but sigh, "I said you..."
I originally wanted to say that there was no need for her to be so sinister, but when I saw her gloomy eyes, I immediately changed the topic.
"Can you please stop being an eyesore?"
"I finally found a good cook, and I want to have a good meal. Don't disturb my mood!"
Jiang Huizhi frowned and refused to leave.
Qi Boyan sat calmly on the stool. Even if he was not being stared at, he remained motionless and only stared at the figure working in the kitchen.
Maybe he ignored Jiang Huizhi too much, and Jiang Huizhi slowly retracted her previous suspicion.
This person certainly doesn't look like he's coming through the back door.
It took more than two hours, and the spicy soup was finally out of the pot.
Meng Yao brought the spicy soup down and shouted outside.
Immediately afterwards, intricate footsteps could be heard.
"Is it ready? Ouch, it tastes like this!"
Uncle Hu was really excited.
Every time I pass by the spicy soup stall in town, I want to take a bite. It has been a habit for so many years.
But every time I go there to eat, I always go there in good spirits and come back disappointed. The boss can't teach me how to make Hu spicy soup.
"Why are you excited? I haven't tasted it in my mouth yet! Isn't this the taste? How many other flavors can the spicy soup have?"
Uncle Hu's mouth was tricky, but Jiang Huizhi didn't give in.
You haven’t tasted anything yet, so let’s pick some thorns first.