Like an old friend
There weren't many vegetables left. In winter, there weren't many vegetables left. Sauerkraut, dried beans, potato chips...
"It would be even better if there were some meat." He Yingchun sighed. What's the point of having Malatang with only some vegetarian dishes?
The fragrance became stronger and stronger. Without her saying a word, Huo Saner hurriedly said, "Quick, give her a piece of mutton!" Huo Saner gave her a piece of mutton.
Huo Saner added, "We just slaughtered a sheep yesterday, there's plenty to go around!" The thing in the kitchen was not lacking in ingredients. Although supplies were in short supply at the border, the soldiers couldn't suffer any more, especially during the New Year, so there was no shortage of meat.
"Okay!" He Yingchun rolled up her sleeves and asked her mother to cut the vegetables while she cut the meat. Her mother had many years of experience in knife skills. With a few "swishes", the potatoes were cut into very thin strips. She shook them gently in the water and they scattered like flowers.
He Yingchun cut the mutton into thin slices. The slices looked very delicious, with alternating fat and lean meat, and full of elasticity. The meat tasted delicious.
A portion of the meat is reserved, and a portion is used to roll sauerkraut.
It's so hard to get so much meat, I have to do something different with it.
He Yingchun chopped up the pickled cabbage, spread it flat on the meat roll, put it inside, and rolled it up. Without toothpicks, she could only roll it up a little tighter. Mom was quick, and in no time, she had rolled a dozen.
"What is this?" He leaned forward to take a look, but Huo San'er pushed him aside and said, "Move aside, don't block it!"
"How come the dishes are so delicious when they are similar?" said a chef with a beard, crossing his arms.
The chefs said one was the base material, while another said it was too early to say anything as they hadn't tasted it yet.
These people who cook in the military camp are used to making big pot meals, which are mainly oily, large in quantity and heavy in taste. This is the first time they have seen this rough yet delicate cooking method.
Now it's time to start cooking.
The current dishes are pickled cabbage, dried beans, potato chips, vermicelli...
Everything that could be put in was put in, and finally some frozen tofu was added. The meat rolls and sauerkraut were slowly placed on the edge of the pot, submerged in the soup so that they would not fall apart.
Finally, brush the meat slices inside, and the meat slices as thin as cicada wings will be fully cooked after rolling a few times in the boiling soup!
After a while, the aroma of meat overflowed and filled the whole house with fragrance.
"Is it okay?" Huo Saner swallowed and stared at the pot.
He Yingchun lifted the lid of the pot,
"The spicy hot pot is ready! Take it out of the pot!"
Finally, He Yingchun prepared a bowl of sesame paste and poured it from top to bottom with a wave of her hand.
Although he looks thin and small, his posture is particularly elegant.
The aroma hits you in the face, numb, spicy, fresh and fragrant, all kinds of flavors intertwined together, outlining a unique and tempting taste that makes people drool and immediately arouses people's desire for delicious food.
"Let's eat!" Huo Saner couldn't wait and filled a big bowl first. The first bite of meat was full of thick soup. It was a little numb in the mouth, mixed with a little bit of spiciness, which made people unable to stop.
The kitchen was filled with slurping sounds, "Hmm... Hmm... Frozen tofu is delicious too. Take a bite, it's full of soup! No, I have to dip it in steamed buns, it smells so good... Hmm... What's it called?" Xiao Zhuo squatted beside the stove, taking a bite of steamed bun and a sip of soup.
"Malatang! Look at what you have accomplished! Meat is delicious!!" Huo Saner kicked him on the butt and also took a big steamed bun.
"People in the capital city eat so well, wow." He sighed as he ate.
The best one is of course the meat roll with pickled cabbage.
The salty and fragrant sauerkraut adds a refreshing and sweet and sour taste to the meat. When you take the first bite, the delicious meat juice and sauerkraut almost explode in your mouth.
A bite of meat and a bite of white steamed bun, so delicious!
He Yingchun also filled a bowl for herself and secretly redeemed points. "Ding Dong! One bowl of spicy hot pot, 5 points. Current points are 33. Please keep working hard!"
Although you need points for everything, the things you redeem for are really useful.
There is nothing that can’t be solved with a hot pot base.
Huo Saner ate with a smile on his face, his face sweaty. "Malatang, Malatang... Malatang!!"
"It's really numbing, spicy, and hot!!"
He then asked He Yingchun, "Do you have a recipe for this soup base?"
He Yingchun's heart skipped a beat. "Yes! I'll read it to you."
Huo Saner was busy eating and waved his hand, "Let's talk later. Before you leave, have someone write it down for you. This spicy hot pot is really good. What's its name?"
"He Yingchun, you can just call me Yingchun." He Yingchun wiped his hands and said quickly.
Huo Saner nodded, "Besides this spicy hot pot, what else can you make?"
He Yingchun thought for a moment and didn't explain in detail. "I can also make some home cooking." She added, "I can also make some food like spicy hot pot."
Huo Saner looked the two of them up and down, smacked his lips and said, "Okay, come again tomorrow and make this spicy hot pot for the soldiers so they can have a taste too." There always has to be someone on duty in the military camp. Many people can't go home for the holidays and have to stay here.
He Yingchun secretly clenched her fists and looked at her mother. She knew that her bet was right.
Before leaving, He Yingchun read out the spicy hot pot recipe, and Huo Saner asked someone to write it down. Before leaving, Xiao Zhuo looked at her twice, as if he wanted to say something, but didn't.
The base sauce that He Yingchun mentioned is made with onions, ginger, garlic, chilies, etc., and tastes similar to this base sauce, both are spicy, but it is produced by the system and must be a high-quality product, and it is difficult to replicate it exactly.
At this time, the school lieutenant's office,
In the yard, an exquisite glass lantern hangs on the corner of the eaves, emitting a soft light at this moment. The plum blossoms are in full bloom, and the word "Fu" is hung on it for decoration.
Waves of laughter and joy were heard as the dancers danced gracefully to the music. After the dance, they slowly withdrew.
The servants brought in plates of exquisite dishes. Ma Tongguang took a bite and clapped his hands perfunctorily. The subordinate on his left saw that he was not in high spirits, so he winked at the servants and bowed to Ma Tongguang, saying,
"Sir, next up is a folk acrobatic performance. I've seen it once and it's quite entertaining."
"Oh?" Ma Tongguang straightened up and looked towards the center.
At this time, the drum beats slowed down, and a man in black cloth appeared. He first clasped his fists to Ma Tongguang, then lay down on the stool, and a stone twice as big as him was placed on his chest.
The stone looked heavy and hard, weighing at least a hundred pounds.
The drumbeats gradually quickened, and he straightened his chest, pressed it against the boulder, and stretched his arms out to the sides.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
"The master is preparing a banquet, please wait a moment! Please wait a moment!!"
"Master Ma! Wen Ding'an's son, Wen Jingzhao, has come to ask for an audience! I beg Master Ma to see my nephew!"
“Who is making noise?!”
When Ma Tongguang heard the name Wen Ding'an, he turned around and looked at Wen Jingzhao, "Let him in!" He waved his hand, and no one dared to stop Wen Jingzhao.
Wen Jingzhao walked up to Ma Tongguang and knelt on one knee. "Master Ma, I am your nephew, Wen Jingzhao, the son of Wen Ding'an. Before my father died, he asked me to come to you with a token of love."
Ma Tongguang's eyes focused, and he stood up, waving his wine glass to the ground. "What did you say? Wen Ding'an is dead?"
"Bullshit! Where did this rascal come from?! Wen Dingan will not die even if your father dies!!" His chest heaved violently, his eyes widened, and he cursed loudly.
The subordinates and servants around knelt in a circle.
Wen Jingzhao was silent for two seconds, then held the emerald-colored bead in front of him. "My father asked me to give it to you."
Ma Tongguang snatched the bead, put it under his eyes and looked at it carefully, over and over again, then closed his eyes tightly and suddenly said, "Your father is dead! How are you still alive!"
Wen Jingzhao suddenly raised his head and looked at him. He made a fist with one hand, leaned on the ground, stood up, and looked straight at him with a sharp gaze.
"My father kept me alive."
Ma Tongguang laughed out loud twice, but there was no smile in his eyes. "You want to talk to me about something?" He said and then muttered to himself, "Yes, you are so poor now. What? You want to ask me for something? Didn't your father tell you that I am his enemy?"
The more Wen Jingzhao looked at him, the more he found it strange. Before his father died, he said that there was an old subordinate named Ma Tongguang in Zhuyi, and he could ask him for help. If that was the case, how could there be a grudge between them?
Ma Tongguang snorted coldly, "You've disturbed me from watching this chest-breaking stone scene. In that case, you act it out, and I'll smash it, until I'm satisfied."
"how?"
He added, "If you want to ask for help, you must have the attitude of asking for help."
Wen Jingzhao was eager to save people and nodded, "Okay!"
This time, the person lying down was Wen Jingzhao. He held his breath and placed his hands on his chest. The three people next to him lifted the huge rock to his chest, and a strong sense of squeezing came from his chest.
The drums started beating, and Ma Tongguang swung his hammer fiercely, "Bang!!"
There was a dull thud, and pain spread from his chest to every part of his body. Wen Jingzhao gritted his teeth and endured without making a sound.
"Okay." Ma Tongguang nodded and struck again.
This hammer was much heavier and louder than the previous one, which made the juggler next to him frown. If it was this adult who swung the punch, he felt that he would lose half his life just by performing.
Wen Jingzhao groaned and a mouthful of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
Ma Tongguang became even more excited when he saw the blood.
"Tell me what you want to ask of me. If I'm in a good mood, I might be able to grant you something."
Wen Jingzhao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "My father asked me before he died. His affairs have implicated innocent people in the mansion. I hope you can help make their lives better."
After hearing this, Ma Tongguang swung his hammer even more angrily, "How arrogant! What right does he have?!"
“Crack!”
Wen Jingzhao gasped, one of his ribs was broken. He saw Ma Tongguang's face was fierce and crazy. He looked up at the sky. It was so blue.
Father, you have really screwed me this time. I have survived more than three months of exile, and I am about to die at the hands of your former subordinates.
The blow was so heavy that he couldn't lift his arm due to the pain.
"What else did your father leave me?" When Wen Jingzhao thought he was going to swing the hammer again, Ma Tongguang paused and asked,
Wen Jingzhao took a deep breath and pushed the stone slab with his hands to reduce the force on his body. "There's a sentence, I don't know if it counts or not."
Ma Tongguang rushed to him and grabbed him, "Speak!!!"
Wen Jingzhao looked at him and told his first lie of the night, "The plum blossoms remain the same, like an old friend returning."
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