"If this matter gets out, people will know that I am treating you like this. If you don't think it is shabby, I will think it is shabby." After Zhang Yu finished speaking, he started working in the kitchen.
Seeing Zhang Yu rummaging through the boxes and even taking out bacon, the monkey stood up quickly and stopped him: "Xiao Yu, please stop working. Isn't there food on the table? I'll just make do with it."
"How can that little food be enough? Besides, what's the trouble? We have steamed buns and other things at home, and the soup is also ready. I'll just stir-fry another dish. It'll only take a few minutes. Just sit there and wait."
Just eat it."
After saying that, Zhang Yu rolled up his sleeves and started working.
In fact, I don’t have anything particularly good to cook at home. I looked at the cabinet and saw that there was only one piece of bacon left in it.
I took out the bacon some time ago when I had an opportunity. I left more than half of it for my sister-in-law. The rest was never touched except for cutting two slices when making noodles for Brother Zheng that day. I will cut them together later.
When fried, it can be regarded as a meat dish.
With this in mind, he rummaged through the cabinet again and saw the dried bamboo shoots he had soaked last night.
These dried bamboo shoots were sent to my uncle by a friend from the south two days ago. They are all freshly dried bamboo shoots this year, and they smell particularly fragrant.
Seeing that Zhang Yu liked to eat, he turned around and gave him more than half of it.
Zhang Yu's refusal would have no effect at all in front of Zhao Wenzhuo. In the end, he had no choice but to send a big move, saying that the college entrance examination would be in more than two months, and this period was the time to decide the outcome.
, but I don’t have that much time to cook by myself. I guess I have to eat with everyone most of the time.
At this time, he didn't have time to eat so many dried bamboo shoots, so it was better for my sister-in-law to make it twice more and let him eat two more times.
Even so, Zhang Yu still brought back a lot of dried bamboo shoots when he went home that night.
Regarding this, Zhao Wenzhuo said nicely: "The dried bamboo shoots won't go bad. I'll wait until you are free to do it."
Last night, after Zhang Yu had dinner, he suddenly wanted to eat it, so he grabbed a handful and soaked it.
I was thinking of eating it tonight, but I just needed it now.
However, even if they are soaked overnight, if you want to eat these dried bamboo shoots, you still have to boil them, otherwise you won’t be able to chew them at all.
As for why Zhang Yu knows this, can you guess?
When cooking the dried bamboo shoots, just throw the bacon in and cook them too.
Taking advantage of the time when the bamboo shoots were cooking, Zhang Yu took another small iron pot and placed it on the coal stove, making do with fried green pepper and eggs.
Logically speaking, it's almost May, the weather is already warm, and it's long past time to light the stove in the house.
But Zhang Yu usually cooks and eats by himself in the morning. In order to save trouble, and there are still a few pieces of briquettes he bought last year, which are quite boring to put in the corner. He thought of using them up and forgetting about it, so he never stopped.
I just moved the stove out of the house and moved it to a corner of the kitchen.
The stove using briquettes doesn't have enough firepower to cook big dishes, but it's good for making soup, boiling water, or stewing something.
Zhang Yu was reluctant to use the big iron pot because it was too troublesome. During this period, he used a small iron pot to make himself a bowl of noodles every morning, which was trouble-free and convenient.
By the time the green peppers and eggs are fried, the dried bamboo shoots and bacon are almost done.
The remaining half of the bacon was a little fat, so Zhang Yu didn't put much oil in it. He put the cut bacon into the pot and stir-fried it for a while until there was a lot of oil in the pot.
After the meat is stir-fried, add the chili and garlic that have been chopped in advance. After the meat is fragrant, add the dried bamboo shoots and stir-fry twice before serving.
Zhang Yu carried the two dishes and walked out. As he walked, he said: "The food is simple. Brother Monkey, please be more patient."
The monkey shook his head and said seriously: "It's already very good, really!
There are meat, vegetables, eggs, and him, it’s already very rich.”
After finishing speaking, he said mockingly: "If this dish is considered simple, then what I usually eat is pig food."
Just as Zhang Yu was about to say something, he heard the monkey's next words: "Xiao Yu, I'm afraid you have never seen a truly humble meal."
Monkey said, as if he thought of something terrible, and his face turned green at that time.
Just when Zhang Yu was confused, the monkey said softly: "Xiaoyu, have you ever eaten the food cooked by big brother?"
As soon as he said these words, an indescribable scene instantly filled Zhang Yu's mind. His throat moved, and he immediately felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach.
Thinking of the indescribable and named food made by Brother Zheng, Zhang Yu couldn't help but shudder and looked at the monkey in disbelief: "You... you..."
Seemingly knowing what Zhang Yu wanted to say, Monkey swallowed involuntarily, feeling bitter at the moment: "I don't know what happened to me recently, but I suddenly became obsessed with cooking and took over the cooking job directly."
"Have you eaten?" Zhang Yu's eyes almost popped out of his head. It's not that he's picky, it's just that he can't understand how someone would make a simple meal so indescribable.
Really, Zhang Yu has lived for so many years and learned so much knowledge, but he can't find an accurate word to describe the kind of food that Brother Zheng makes.
To be honest, after seeing the meals cooked by Brother Zheng, Zhang Yu no longer dislikes Indian food.
Really, how much better is the food made by Brother Zheng than some Indian delicacies?
Zhang Yu couldn't understand why good ingredients would turn into a pot of green in Brother Zheng's hands. Is it green? Is it yellow? Is it yellow? There is yellow in the green, and there is a hint of green mixed in the yellow.
Coupled with the texture of whether it is thin or not, it is particularly easy to think of something indescribable.
Just a moment later, Zhang Yu was about to vomit.
This feeling is more touching than seeing Jia Zhang and others fighting against the rice field and the Communist Party.
Zhang Yu looked at the monkey with the eyes of a warrior. This is a real warrior! He actually dares to eat the food made by Brother Zheng!
Admiration is not enough to describe how he feels now.
Obviously Zhang Yu didn't say anything, but Monkey felt that he said everything.
The two looked at each other speechlessly, and only silence could represent their mood at this time.
After a long time, Zhang Yu could not hold back the curiosity in his heart and asked: "Have you all eaten?"
"I've eaten it all. What can I do if I don't eat it? No matter how...no matter how unpalatable it is, it's still food, so it can't be wasted." Speaking of this, the monkey's face was even more confused.
Sometimes he would rather waste some on his own than forcefully swallow those things because he can't get over the hurdle in his heart.
He couldn't help complaining, but that was his eldest brother after all. The monkey still gritted his teeth and explained to him: "Actually, if you ignore the appearance of the food, it is not particularly unpalatable. And after recent exercise, eldest brother's
The craftsmanship is much better than before, at least, at least..."
