Seeing the surprised look on Yu Sheng's face, Aunt Qing wished she could give him some of her IQ.
But just thinking about it, if it were really evenly distributed to him, my aunt would feel that her IQ was not enough.
"A woman's appearance should please her." Aunt Qing sat across the table and reminded Yu Shenghou to take a cup and pour herself wine.
"No, not entirely." The ugly storyteller lowered her head and spoke like a mosquito, "The wounds on my face were made when I rescued my brother."
When they were still brother and sister, they were studying storytelling with their master. The ugly girl was disfigured by the gray pond because she saved the storyteller boy who almost fell into the gray pond.
"He never knew. I don't want him to see me like I am now." The ugly storyteller lifted her veil and looked away, "I, I'm afraid that he will feel distressed."
It is true that women want to please their own appearance, but what an ugly storyteller is more afraid of is the guilt of a storyteller man when he sees the scars on her face.
Yu Sheng held the pot in his hand, but he didn't expect the ugly girl to have such a reason, "Okay, I promise you, or else now..."
"No, no need." The ugly girl looked at the pot in Yu Sheng's hand and waved her hands gratefully, "You guys eat first."
After that, the ugly girl put down her veil and went out respectfully.
After watching the ugly girl leave, Yu Sheng put the pot on the stove, poured in some oil, and then took out an onion in the dark and cut it into cubes.
"What are you going to do?" Yu Sheng has made noodles quite often, but this is the first time that my aunt has seen someone who burns oil first.
"If you don't want to come up with something thoughtful," Yu Sheng said without looking back, "Then I'll make some noodles mixed with scallion oil."
Noodles mixed with scallion oil? Aunt Qing had never heard of it, but it was a novel noodle dish. She drank wine and looked forward to it.
Yu Sheng threw seasonings such as star anise, cinnamon, and Sichuan peppercorns into the oil pan, then put the chopped onions into the pan and simmered them slowly over low heat to make the scallion oil more fragrant.
After cleaning up these things, Yu Sheng went back and took out the green onions from under the table, cleaned them one by one, leaving the beard and white of the green onions to make the onions more fragrant.
While drinking, Aunt Qing looked up and saw Yu Sheng looking at her and smiling, and couldn't help but wonder: "What are you laughing at?"
Yu Sheng lowered his head and said seriously: "I used to like to eat noodles mixed with scallion oil."
This past, Yu Sheng refers to the past life, so Aunt Qing is a little puzzled.
At that time, Yu Sheng really liked the scallion noodles in the mom-and-pop shop downstairs. The proprietress of the shop was charming and the boss was dull. They had a good relationship.
The boss's specialty is scallion oil noodles. I was still single at the time and envied their love for the rest of my life because of the flavor of the scallion oil noodles.
Later, he had a dream for the rest of his life, "I dream of opening a shop, a small shop full of human touch." He said to Aunt Qing.
The store area does not have to be large, but it must be bright, with sunlight shining in to illuminate the bowls and bowls, simple tables and chairs, a few pots of green plants, and one or two lazy cats.
"The guests who come in are all familiar guests. I talk to them about home life, chat about the weather, hang out with my loved one all day long, and make scallion noodles for her."
Noodles mixed with scallion oil, one vegetable and one rice, it is extremely simple, but not lonely, because you have a lover and the fragrance of scallion oil cooked to perfection.
Such a life must be leisurely, one can chase the sunset, let the day pass in silence, and even dreaming should be peaceful.
Aunt Qing listened to Yu Sheng's narration and thought to herself, what kind of dream is this? Hasn't it already been realized?
After thinking about it carefully, Aunt Qing understood, isn't it just a matter of "hanging out with the person you love"? She glared at Yu Sheng and showed off her affection all day long, catching her off guard.
For the rest of his life, he didn't know what Aunt Qing's gaze meant. He just sighed with contentment. Now his wish has come true.
Although there were not only two cats at my feet, but also an ugly silly dog that was spinning in circles and biting its own tail.
Yu Sheng kicked it and said, "You're so stupid. Don't keep turning clockwise. If you turn counterclockwise, won't you bite the tail?"
Aunt Qing touched her forehead. She was really worried now. What if her son turned out to be a fool in the future?
Yu Sheng looked back and saw that the onions in the pot were wilted, so he took out all the seasonings and onions, then put the onions in and simmered them slowly.
While it was cooking, Yu Sheng continued to clean up the noodles. While he was busy, he turned around and saw Aunt Qing frowning and her interest in drinking was gone.
"What's wrong with you? What are you thinking about?" Yu Sheng asked her.
"I was thinking..." Aunt Qing paused, "I didn't think about anything. Is the meal ready?"
"No." Yu Sheng didn't ask any further questions. He just asked her for confirmation, "Auntie, shrimps don't count as fish, right?"
Without waiting for Aunt Qing to answer, Yu Sheng turned around and looked at her, "I remember that King Donghuang sold fish to pay off his debts. Why can't I eat fish?"
The ghost woman in the bookstore told Yu Sheng in Xunweizhai Garden that King Donghuang once robbed King Nanhuang's treasury and was later forced to sell fish to pay off the debt.
"Your mother is short-sighted, and you are also short-sighted..." Aunt Qing stopped, it's over, this thing seems to be hereditary.
Yu Sheng continued to ask, and Aunt Qing, who was worried, waved her hand impatiently, "You can ask them then, how will I know."
"Then I want to eat shrimp?" Yu Sheng asked. Adding Kaiyang to the scallion oil noodles will enhance the umami taste by more than one level.
"Wait a minute." Aunt Qing interrupted him, "When the time comes, you will have no problem communicating with all the tribes in the water, and won't you be afraid of any discomfort?"
At that time, Yu Sheng saw Butcher Zhu killing pigs, and when he came back, he was still feeling unwell and told Aunt Qing about it.
I hesitated for the rest of my life. After all, I will be a little prince in the water from now on, and it will be bad if I am chased by shrimps, soldiers and crabs.
"Doesn't that mean we can't eat crabs?" Yu Sheng was depressed. Shaoxing wine and crabs are a perfect match.
At this time, the scallion oil has been boiled. Pour out Yu Sheng and put it in a bowl for storage. Then boil water to cook the prepared noodles, then rinse them with cold boiling water and drain them.
Then put the oil pan on the stove, put a few spoons of the scallion oil you just made, a little lard, add light soy sauce, dark soy sauce and other seasonings to mix into a sauce.
Then pour it into the noodles, garnish with a little chopped green onion, and put a large bowl in front of Aunt Qing.
"So much?" Aunt Qing looked at the bowl of noodles in front of her. Although it smelled delicious, was it too much?
"I'm eating too." Yu Sheng took two chopsticks and saw Aunt Qing looking at him and explained: "You have to wash the dishes if you have multiple bowls, right?"
"That's enough, I'll wash it later." Aunt Qing asked Yu Sheng to get a bowl and be intimate with her all day long. Where is the dignity of the city lord?
I think of her, the lord of Yangzhou City, who used a sword to kill from east to west, from south to north, and made the monsters bow their heads and sign the non-aggression treaty during the day.
The love between children will only make her hero short-tempered and wear away her energy.
Yu Sheng took a bowl, and Aunt Qing gave him more than half a bowl, and then he took a sip with anticipation.
"Hmm." Aunt Qing, who likes pasta the most, sighed in surprise.
The aroma of onions, oil and seasonings are intertwined in layers, giving the noodles an indescribable, fragrant and delicious taste.
The combination of vegetables, rice and oil made her, who had been familiar with pasta since childhood, suddenly feel a huge sense of freshness!
Aunt Qing raised her head and looked at Yu Sheng in surprise. It was beyond her expectation to make such fragrant noodles with such simple ingredients.
Seeing Yu Sheng raising his eyebrows proudly, waiting to be praised, Aunt Qing ignored him and buried her head in enjoying the bowl of noodles.
The whole house now smells of scallion oil, the dog stopped biting its tail, and the two cats kept meowing at Yu Sheng.
The little white fox was awakened and ran in, then dragged out his clean tableware from somewhere.
The disturbed Yu Sheng sighed: "My dream was wrong, those two cats should be eliminated."
The fragrance of green onions wafted into the lobby, where he turned over and swallowed his saliva in a daze, "Xiao Yu'er, this is so wicked. Isn't this poisoning in the middle of the night?"