Chapter 284 Poached Egg
Zeng Wenjie has been staying at school since he returned home during the last National Day holiday. His family thinks that he is a college student who studies hard.
After seeing his grandmother, Zeng Wenjie grinned and said, "It's the weekend off, so I came back to see you!"
Mu Qingyang looked at Zeng Wenjie's grandmother, lowered his head slightly, and was a little hesitant to call anyone.
"Oh, this is my classmate. Grandma, you can just call her Xiao Mu." Zeng Wenjie said with a smile.
"Little Mu? Well, you are so handsome!" Grandma looked at Mu Qingyang, was immediately surprised, and then praised him repeatedly.
Mu Qingyang didn't understand what they were saying.
Zeng Wenjie said, "My grandma is praising you for being beautiful, why don't you respond?"
Mu Qingyang hurriedly said: "Thank you, grandma, I am Mu Qingyang, a classmate of Zeng Wenjie."
Grandma asked, "Have you eaten yet?"
Zeng Wenjie said, "I haven't eaten yet. I'll just have a bowl of hot noodles. Where's my grandpa?"
"He went outside to find someone to play chess with. After he quit drinking, he would look for people to play chess with all day long." Grandma smiled kindly.
Then, she waved to Mu Qingyang and said, "Xiao Mu, sit inside. It's cold outside."
"Oh, okay!" Mu Qingyang smiled and hurriedly followed.
She obviously seldom came to the countryside, so she was a little curious when she saw this big wooden house.
As you enter the door, you will see a portrait of a great man that is a little mottled and clearly shows the traces of time.
Grandma walked quickly and said, "I'll go get you some hot noodles. Come sit over here."
There is a small storefront on the left side of the house, and you can go straight through it.
Grandma skillfully grabbed a handful of rice noodles and threw them into the pot to cook. Then she took two large bowls to prepare the ingredients. Without asking Mu Qingyang if he liked spicy food, she directly put in a few large spoonfuls of stir-fried pork belly with chili peppers.
When the noodles were served, it was a big bowl full of chili peppers.
"It looks so spicy!" Mu Qingyang thought to himself, but he felt very appetizing, after all, he hadn't eaten anything along the way.
"But why are these noodles so bumpy? They're not at all as smooth as the ones we eat in Fengzhou?" Mu Qingyang couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
Zeng Wenjie smiled and said, "Because this is made by my grandmother who grinds rice and dries it every day, there's no technology or hard work involved, so it has this irregular shape. Don't worry, I've been eating it for over ten years!"
Mu Qingyang felt relieved when she heard that and stuffed a chopstick into her mouth. The rich flavor of the broth mixed with the spicy chili made her blush instantly.
Seeing that she was no longer afraid of spicy food, Zeng Wenjie started eating too.
Then, grandma came up with a small bowl in her hand, and she used chopsticks to pick up the fried eggs in the small bowl and put them into the two people's bowls.
Mu Qingyang looked at the fried egg in the bowl and was stunned.
"Have an fried egg. If that's not enough, there's more." After saying that, grandma turned around and went back to work.
Zeng Wenjie also looked at Mu Qingyang's bowl, hesitated for a moment, and still didn't speak.
Mu Qingyang slowly picked up the poached egg in the bowl and took a bite. It was a soft-boiled egg, and the yolk inside flowed out through the gap.
Then, her tears began to fall.
Zeng Wenjie pretended not to see it and silently lowered his head to eat noodles.
After finishing his noodles and putting down his chopsticks, Zeng Wenjie wiped his mouth and subconsciously reached into his pocket for a cigarette, but as soon as he touched the cigarette box, he cowardly withdrew his hand.
If he smokes, grandma would probably just say a few words, but if grandpa finds out, he will definitely be beaten!
Mu Qingyang also finished eating his powder, his eyes were red and there were still tears in them.
"What's going on?" Grandma was startled when she came back to collect the dishes.
"I guess he cried because of the spicy taste, haha..." Zeng Wenjie laughed heartlessly.
Grandma said, "Next time I'll put less chili."
Mu Qingyang raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes, saying, "It's okay, it's delicious, it tastes really good!"
Grandma smiled and said, "I should go prepare dinner. You take Xiao Mu to the house to warm up by the fire. We have guests coming today, so I need to make eight big bowls."
The eight bowls that grandma mentioned are a dish that is only available at high-level banquets. It is a big bowl with braised eggs at the bottom, then a layer of braised pork, a layer of pork ribs on top of the braised pork, and egg dumplings on top of the pork ribs... layer by layer, a total of eight layers are required to complete the bowl.
"Shouldn't the Eight Great Bowls be prepared in advance?" Zeng Wenjie asked.
"Someone had a wedding banquet just the day before yesterday, and I went to help with the cooking. I brought back some leftover dishes, which are just right for cooking." Grandma said happily, looking at Mu Qingyang frequently.
Mu Qingyang felt that his grandmother's smile was like honey, warm and sweet.
Zeng Wenjie snapped his fingers at Mu Qingyang and said, "Come with me, I'll take you to the fire."
The brazier is a four-legged wooden frame with a hollow middle. An iron pot-shaped object is placed on top of it, and charcoal is burned inside to keep warm. Every household does this.
"There are only wooden benches and chairs in the countryside, no sofas. Can you get used to it?" Zeng Wenjie asked.
"It's okay, I'm used to it." Mu Qingyang responded quickly.
Zeng Wenjie took her hand and brought it to the fire. He had to say that little Mu's hand was really smooth, soft to the touch, and her skin was very elastic.
"I couldn't help it just now." Mu Qingyang looked at the burning charcoal, his tone a little bleak.
"What does it matter? It's not shameful to shed tears for your loved ones." Zeng Wenjie rubbed her slightly cold little hands and said calmly.
"The fried eggs are really delicious." Mu Qingyang said softly.
"Don't keep hiding. You have to face it. Don't worry, my grandma likes you very much and will make a lot of fried eggs for you in the future." Zeng Wenjie said.
After hearing this, Mu Qingyang smiled and stopped complaining about himself. He felt warm in his heart.
The fried egg just now should taste exactly the same as she remembered, not greasy at all, with a crispy shell, and yellow juice oozing out when you bite into it.
"Why are you back?"
Grandpa rushed over after hearing the news, walked into the house and asked.
"Oh, I brought my classmates here to play and will go back tomorrow." Zeng Wenjie pointed at Mu Qingyang and said.
Mu Qingyang stood up hurriedly and said, "Hello, Grandpa, my name is Mu Qingyang!"
Grandpa smiled and nodded, saying, "Hello, hello! Please sit down. You don't have to be so polite."
Immediately, he looked at Zeng Wenjie with some surprise. Where did this grandson kidnap such a beautiful girl?
Then, he discovered a scar on Zeng Wenjie's forehead, frowned, and asked, "Did you fight with someone?"
Zeng Wenjie said: "Someone bullied my employees, and then a fight broke out..."
He explained the situation, and Grandpa nodded and said, "You did the right thing."
"Come to think of it, Grandpa, I hardly used any of the moves you taught me. I just used a few kicks to the crotch and throat locks! I feel that in actual combat, boxing is simpler and stronger," Zeng Wenjie complained.
Grandpa said calmly, "How long have you been practicing Kung Fu? If martial arts were truly useless, how could Du Xinwu be the bodyguard of Mr. Sun Yat-sen, the founding father of the Republic of China?"
Zeng Wenjie laughed awkwardly.
"When guests come, you don't even bring some fruit to entertain them. Instead, you just sit here and do nothing. I think you are completely ignorant." Grandpa said coldly.
Mu Qingyang grinned at Zeng Wenjie, but was given a fierce look by Zeng Wenjie, and was so scared that he immediately hunched his shoulders.
Zeng Wenjie said, "Master, let's play two games of Go!"
Grandpa frowned and said, "You?"
There was nothing but disdain in his words.
"She." Zeng Wenjie pointed at Mu Qingyang.
"Okay, then let me give Xiao Mu some pointers." Grandpa looked like a hermit.
Zeng Wenjie grinned and happily went to bring the chessboard and chess basket.
(End of this chapter)
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