The lard is stir-fried over high heat to make the thin shell extremely tender.
When the old man picked it up with chopsticks, sauce dripped from it, and the aroma came out along with the heat.
He was a little excited. As soon as he picked up the thin shell, he accidentally dropped it back before leaving the plate.
The old woman, on the other hand, although she started slowly, held the chopsticks firmly and put them in front of her mouth.
With a slight sip of this thin meatball, the sauce and the tender meat poured into the mouth. The tenderness and plumpness caught people off guard, and the old woman couldn't help but exclaimed "Ugh".
The old man, who was still competing with Bo Ke, saw this and took action directly. He took a mouthful of meat and couldn't help but let out a comfortable moan.
After the meat was eaten, the old man said "good" three times and said to Yu Sheng: "That's right, this is the taste!"
The old woman didn't speak, her eyes were dim, and she actually cried with joy.
She used her chopsticks so fast that the old man couldn't keep up with her with his hands, so he could only say quickly: "Slow down, slow down, don't choke."
The old woman didn't care at all. The thin shell was small and the meat was even smaller. One bite was not satisfying at all. It would be strange if she choked.
The old man had no choice but to say to Yu Sheng: "Look, look, it's just like when I was a kid. After devouring it, you still snatch it from me. After you've finished it, you still say something plausibly, saying this is my family and I took some from you."
The old man said loudly to the old woman: "What I eat now is not yours, but you are still mine."
After saying that, the old man smiled like a chrysanthemum, and the old woman also smiled like a flower.
A ray of setting sun passed through the paper window and fell on the table from the southwest, leaving a ray of red that refracted on their faces and smoothed the wrinkles.
In a trance, they went back to a long, long time ago, sitting on that small street under the setting sun, with thatch growing on the eaves next to them. Under the eaves, the heat and fragrance transpired, which together warmed that time.
She stood next to her mother and watched her busy, piling the fried shells into a small mountain.
Lang came riding a bamboo horse with a greedy look on his face. They sat opposite each other and each had a small bowl.
At that time, she was like this, so skillful; at that time, he was also like this, peeling off one by one.
Under the setting sun, a pair of old men and a pair of children sat opposite each other in silence.
There is a sudden change between memory and eyes, it seems that nothing has changed, it seems that everything has changed.
After a moment of silence, the old man suddenly stopped and pushed the bowl towards the old woman. In the bowl, there was a lot of thin-shelled meat.
"You always say that you can't get enough of the thin-shell meat one by one, but you can only get enough if you eat dozens or hundreds of them." The old man pushed the bowl again, "Now I will let you eat as much as you can."
The old woman took the bowl.
The old man continued: "Nanny, I'm sorry. I used to be obsessed with swordsmanship. I just wanted to travel to the ends of the world with my sword to see the prosperity of the world, but I ignored you. Now I'm crazy about being a teenager and taking you all over the world. I'm sorry for you.
I can’t help you.”
The old woman pushed her bowl to the old man. There was also a lot of thin-shelled meat in it.
"I told you before, thin-shelled meat has to be eaten in big mouthfuls to enjoy it."
After the old woman finished speaking, she lowered her head and looked at the meat in the bowl, "You had a chance to become a swordsman, but you gave up."
She looked up at him with a smile, "I know everything."
Yu Sheng had already stood by the counter and was counting his faith points.
Seeing their deep affection, Yu Sheng was a little moved and asked the system: "I'm also touched. Should I give you an extra 100 faith points?"
When the mission was completed just now, the system told Yu Sheng that because he had moved the couple at the same time, the daily mission rewards were doubled, giving Yu Sheng a total of 200 faith points.
Now Yu Sheng has also been touched, so you have to give some, right?
"I'll give you two words, get lost!" the system said to Yu Sheng rudely.
Yu Sheng was in a good mood and did not agree with him. He just corrected him: "Get out of here, uncle, is a four-letter word. With your system, you don't know how to count."
The system said coldly: "Your uncle is an egg!"
"Uh", he said nothing for the rest of his life.
The old monk and the couple finished their meals one after another and were full of praise for Yu Sheng's craftsmanship. They decided to stay in the inn for a while.
The old monk was here to sell medicine; as for the cosmopolitan couple, they stayed for a while just to enjoy the fried shells.
Yu Sheng called Ye Zigao and Fu Nan back from the street, "Quick, take the guests to the room."
"Okay," the two of them greeted the guests upstairs, and Yu Sheng casually asked, "Have you taken the medicine?"
"Of course not. Are we such reckless people? We need to make more preparations." Ye Zigao said and led the people upstairs.
Yu Sheng cleaned the dishes, wiped the table, and straightened the table down below.
During this period, Aunt Wang brought her maid here, fearing that she would not be able to take care of her little aunt for the rest of her life, and then led her to the attic.
He continued to be busy for the rest of his life. He put the mung beans brought by the Li Zheng family and the fisherman's family behind the large vat in the backyard, and then soaked them in water from the well.
At the same time, he decided that he would have to find a way to get that guy Maomao back to grind him tomorrow, otherwise the donkey would be in vain.
Just as he was thinking, "Brother, brother, brother," Baozi led a group of kids in the lobby and shouted.
"Where's the backyard?" Yu Sheng agreed loudly.
Soon, Baozi, the little grandson and a group of other kids ran to Yu Sheng's backyard and smiled flatteringly at Yu Sheng.
"What are you doing? Let me tell you, it is impossible for you to enter the middle wilderness." Yu Sheng said.
What kind of place is that in Zhonghuang? It's a cannibal. If you lose it, you won't be able to explain it for the rest of your life.
However, in the past two days, these idiots have stopped making trouble in front of the kitchen door. Could it be that they had another whim today?
"We're not going to Zhonghuang, so can you promise us something?" Baozi said.
"Say", Yu Sheng picked up another bucket of water and poured it into the jar.
"You can give us the leftover food from the inn." Baozi said with a smile, showing his missing front tooth.
This front tooth was knocked when he fell while running.
His father had always felt that it was not very beautiful. When Yu Sheng came back, he wanted Yu Sheng to use a mirror to help Baozi look back.
However, after hearing that Yu Sheng said that he had to kill Baozi before he could recover, Baozi's father looked at Baozi for a long time, but still couldn't bear to take action.
Those days were also the days when Baozi was most obedient.
"What do you want the leftovers for?" Yu Sheng stopped carrying water and looked at them, "Aren't you trying to steal the Pig God's food?"
The pig god has become so fond of it recently that he goes to the Dabei Mountain Inn to eat a bucket of it every day, and even many pig demons in the Dabei Mountain also like it.
Of course Yu Sheng was happy about this, now the leftovers from the inn could be sold for money.
Later I also tasted the horse belly and thought it tasted really good.
Of course it's good. These dishes are all the leftovers of the day. They are not sizzling. They are delicious. When mixed together, they are almost like a big pot dish.
The pig god is also a sanctimonious guy. He promised not to eat pork, but now what he eats is more delicious than anything else.
He also said that this is their family tradition.
Yu Sheng looked at Baozi and the others suspiciously, "Don't you want to sell the leftovers?!"
"That would be too immoral, not to give it." Yu Sheng answered his own question and rejected Baozi's request.