Since I had asked for mercy once, I didn't go into the city again for the rest of my life. I followed the woman into the thatched huts and planned to have dinner at her house.
Regardless of Lao Niu's slowness, he finally found the woman's home after turning seven or eight turns among the winding streets and similar thatched houses.
Yu Sheng was already lost at this time, and he would never be able to find his way out without flying alone.
It is said to be a home, but it is actually similar to a cowshed. The woman and her two children live with the cows under a thatched hut, and the kitchen and bed are all here.
They shared a locust tree that grew in the center of the house. After passing through the house, its bare branches spread out to cover the roof.
The new year has just passed, and although the weather is too abnormal and is now no different from early summer, the old trees do not respond so quickly, and green buds are just beginning to appear on the branches.
After entering the house, the woman hurriedly moved out the only stool for Yu Sheng to sit on, and then led the little girl to fetch water and wash the pots and pans.
The remaining boy stood in front of Yu Sheng, happily holding the eggs he bought and reluctant to put them down. But after seeing Yu Sheng staring at him, he immediately hid the eggs behind him and walked backwards to find his mother, fervently suggesting to his mother.
: "Mom, eat eggs. Eat eggs to replenish your health."
The little girl rolled her eyes at him and said, "I guess you are craving for eggs?"
"Nonsense." This kid blurted out his retort.
However, in order to prevent him from not being able to eat later, he stretched out his fingers and gestured twice before saying: "I, I will only eat this little bit."
The little girl ignored him and went to wash the pots and bowls to prevent them from being rejected by Yu Sheng. Her mother directly snatched Song Xiaobao's eggs.
"Let the guests eat first." The woman said that this was the only food available at home. The rest were either wild vegetables or bitter potatoes, which were difficult to swallow.
Song Xiaobao pursed his lips, squatted in the corner with his short legs, looked up at the sun, and sighed "Hey".
The little native dog squatting at his feet made the same move.
Yu Sheng looked at him for a moment. If he hadn't seen him wearing crotchless pants with something like a pumpkin petal exposed, Yu Sheng would have thought he was an adult.
Yu Sheng had just finished being surprised, and Song Xiaobao, who had just sighed, finally couldn't help it anymore. He raised his head, took a deep breath, and cried "Wow".
"I want to eat eggs, eggs." he cried, stamping his feet and raising dust.
The people in the thatched house next to him were not surprised, and his mother didn't take it seriously and came to the stove with clean pots and pans.
There was a fixed pot on the stove. When she opened the lid, Yu Sheng saw that there was a lot of rice made from old and inferior rice.
On weekdays, these rice stuffed with bitter potatoes and pickles are their meal. They rarely eat eggs or other things, and only have the opportunity to enjoy them when they are sick.
Just as the woman was about to take out the rice, Yu Sheng stood up and said, "I'll cook."
The woman was startled. There were not many men cooking in the wilderness, and there were even fewer men like Yu Sheng who cooked.
Yu Sheng took the spatula from the stunned woman's hand, took out a few things from the small bag he was carrying, and said with a smile: "I brought something with me when I came out."
These things were redeemed by the system into the bag. The system, which had not been opened for a long time and only opened twice after the rest of my life, sighed: "You should really come out more often."
Otherwise it would feel like it was almost forgotten.
Yu Sheng said disdainfully in his thoughts: "I blame you for being so useless."
"I'll make you a dish of 'Yangzhou Fried Rice'." Yu Sheng ignored the system and took out the oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar from the package and placed it next to the stove.
For a woman, having a hint of oily taste in every meal is already a luxury. Seeing Yu Sheng take out a small pot of oil, her eyes widened immediately.
Not only that, Yu Sheng is also getting ingredients from outside, including eggs, chicken legs, ham, fresh bamboo shoots, green peas, green onions and more than ten kinds of ingredients.
Song Xiaobao, who was looking over at this time, also forgot to cry and stared blankly at the things in front of Yu Sheng.
Some of them he had never seen before, such as the ham, and some he had seen but never tasted, such as the chicken legs.
These things looked delicious at first glance. Song Xiaobao swallowed his saliva to replenish the water he had lost while crying.
At the end, Yu Sheng took out another spoonful of lard and a bowl of broth made by an old hen, and then said with some regret: "Okay, that's all we have."
There are also some ingredients in the water such as shrimps missing, so the Yangzhou fried rice is a bit imperfect, but who knows that he is the son of the King of Donghuang, so if you give up, you will get something.
"Only, these?" The woman looked at the full stove and thought to herself, if this is "only", what does she usually eat?
The little girl looked at Yu Sheng's luggage with envy. This thing was so flat, but it actually contained so many things. Could it be the legendary treasure chest?
"Okay." Yu Sheng asked the woman to step back. He took out the rice from the stove, poured lard on top and stirred evenly.
In this way, the rice grains are not only distinct, but also taste better.
As soon as the woman saw Yu Sheng's stirring posture, she knew that he was not a novice, so she hurriedly told the little girl to light the fire on the stove.
Yu Sheng poured oil into the pot on the stove, poured the rice into it before the oil heated up, and then poured the beaten egg liquid on top of the rice.
The rest is stir-frying.
The woman stared at Yu Sheng's movements and saw that he was also very particular about stir-frying. With constant stir-frying, every grain of rice was evenly coated with eggs.
"Gudong", Song Xiaobao stood on tiptoes and swallowed. The rice at this time was already golden yellow and smelled of egg, which was very tempting.
Not only him, but the neighbors on the left and right also smelled the fragrance. They all poked their heads out of the thatched house and looked at Yu Sheng busy on the stove in surprise.
For a moment, the sound of swallowing became the only sound besides stir-frying.
After every grain of rice is coated with gold and silver, Yu Sheng pours the diced chicken legs, ham, fresh bamboo shoots, green peas and other ingredients into the pot and continues to stir-fry.
The temptation of the rice in the pot immediately rose to another level. Rice made from old rice and inferior rice now became a noble existence that was not as fragrant and glutinous as rice.
Song Xiaobao was already lying next to the stove, holding his fingers in his mouth and drooling without realizing it.
As Yu Sheng continued to stir-fry, the ingredients gradually changed, getting closer to a golden color, and the aroma of cooking various ingredients also hit his nostrils.
The aroma of rice spread to many streets away, completely intoxicating the people who lived in thatched houses who had not smelled the smell of meat for a long time and had a hard time tasting the fishy smell.
The people who were eating with their bowls couldn't help but close their eyes, swallow the food in their mouths, and look happy, as if they were eating a rare delicacy.
After eating, people who were about to go out to work also stopped. They rubbed their stomachs and felt that they were hungry again.
The girl and her brother standing next to the stove were drinking saliva at this moment, and their bodies were ready to move. As long as Yu Sheng got out of the way, they would pounce on him.
But Yu Sheng's Yangzhou fried rice was not ready yet, so he poured in the soup stock and enhanced the deliciousness of the rice to another level.
The street outside the thatched house was already crowded with people. Some people were sniffing and muttering to themselves, "Isn't this the food God eats?"