Chapter 47 Braised Lamb with Radish
With National Day approaching, Tang Yiyi took the opportunity to tidy up her home, making it look and feel comfortable to live in.
Xiao Yu went to wet a clean towel. Tang Yiyi came over and saw him playing with the foam in the bucket, splashing some water out.
"Sister~", seeing her coming over, Xiaoyu quickly withdrew his hand, looking like he had done something wrong, "I'll go wipe the windows."
Considering that the top of the window was hard to reach, Xiaoyu moved a chair over, stood on it, and cleaned it quite well.
Tang Yiyi wet the mop and began mopping the floor.
She was cleaning the bedroom when she suddenly heard a thud outside, followed by a painful cry of "Hiss!"
Tang Yiyi's eyelids twitched, and she ran out to see that Xiao Yu had jumped off the chair and fallen to the ground without noticing.
He was hugging his knees, his eyes red.
She went over and picked up Xiaoyu. Xiaoyu tried hard not to let his tears fall, pretending to be strong, and said, "Sister, Xiaoyu is okay~"
His knees were scraped and red, but he said it was nothing.
"It's okay, Xiaoyu, I won't blame you. I'll take you to disinfect and apply some medicine," Tang Yiyi comforted him.
Get some iodine and ointment. First, disinfect Xiaoyu's knee with the iodine, then apply the ointment.
Xiaoyu was in much better shape and walked towards the bucket, as if he was going to wipe the windows again.
"Xiaoyu," Tang Yiyi called out to him, "I know you're a good boy and want to help me, but you hurt your knee today, so you should rest for a while, otherwise I'll worry."
Xiaoyu lowered her eyes, tears glistening on her long eyelashes. "At my uncle's house, if I don't do any work, no one tells me."
The original owner gave Guo Xiaoyun a sum of living expenses. It's really too much for Guo Xiaoyun and the others to be so harsh on Xiaoyu!
Tang Yiyi felt even more sorry for Xiaoyu. He was such a young child. If his relatives hadn't passed away one after another and the original owner had entrusted Xiaoyu to his aunt's family to take care of him, would Xiaoyu be so anxious and insecure?
No wonder Xiaoyu always rushes to do chores whenever he comes to the restaurant. Even the customers say he's such a good kid. If it weren't for Shengzhi's permission, who would want to do chores?
"Xiaoyu, you don't have to be so sensible anymore, with your older sister here," Tang Yiyi pinched his soft little face. He was so sensible at such a young age that it was heartbreaking.
Xiaoyu nodded slowly.
The house wasn't clean yet, so Tang Yiyi mopped the room and opened the windows to ventilate it beforehand. The damp floor dried quickly.
Remembering that she would be opening for business the next day, Tang Yiyi washed up and went to bed.
Suddenly, a strong wind and thunder started in the middle of the night, rattling the windows. Tang Yiyi rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked at the dim ceiling; she had been woken up.
There's always a taut string in my mind: the day the original owner's parents passed away, it seemed like the weather was similar, with thunder and rain.
Unable to sleep, she got up to get a drink of water and also to check on Xiaoyu.
Xiaoyu's bedroom was next to hers. She gently pushed open the door and heard intense, frightened mutterings. Xiaoyu was having a nightmare, and sometimes she would cry.
Tang Yiyi suddenly felt a sense of helplessness, wondering if her best efforts to be good to Xiaoyu could fill the void in his heart.
Quietly leave the room as if you'd never been there, and return to your room.
The next morning, after a night's rest, the sky was still clear and blue, with faint sunlight on the horizon.
Tang Yiyi yawned as she got up, tied her hair, and went to wash up. She hadn't slept well last night and wasn't feeling well.
Tang Yiyi ate a light breakfast. She rinsed the fish thoroughly with water, then put it in a pot and boiled it. She added white sugar later.
The rich aroma of porridge woke Xiaoyu up; it smelled so good.
Tang Yiyi would sometimes stir the rice porridge in the pot with a spoon, and then look back to see Xiaoyu coming out of the room, his big, dark eyes shining brightly.
"Sister, what do you want to drink in the morning?" Xiaoyu asked.
"We'll have porridge."
Downstairs, Grandma Li had just gotten up when she smelled the aroma of porridge. Hmm, it must be wafting down from upstairs.
The rice porridge is fragrant and sweet, with a natural rice flavor, and it's steaming hot.
Tang Yiyi brought over a jar of pickled vegetables, which tasted great with the rice porridge.
Many children are picky eaters, but Xiaoyu eats everything, even plain rice porridge, which he enjoys immensely.
The rice porridge was thick and creamy, with distinct, plump, and translucent grains of rice.
Xiao Yu scooped up the rice porridge with a spoon and ate it in big mouthfuls. The rice porridge was fragrant and sweet.
Seeing his older sister scoop a spoonful of pickled vegetables onto the rice porridge, Xiaoyu followed suit and scooped a spoonful of pickled vegetables as well.
The pickled vegetables were already a bit salty, but when paired with the sweet and delicious rice porridge, they became both salty and sweet, creating a wonderfully rich flavor.
Xiao Yu's eyes lit up, and he began to swallow large gulps.
After breakfast, Tang Yiyi took Xiaoyu to school and happened to run into Grandma Li, who was going downstairs to throw out the trash.
Good morning, Grandma.
Hello, Grandma.
When Grandma Li saw Tang Yiyi and the other girl, a smile unconsciously appeared on her face. "Yiyi, are you taking Xiaoyu to school now? My Lili is still sleeping in bed."
"Mmm," Tang Yiyi nodded, then heard Grandma Li say, "Yiyi, it's almost National Day, will you be open for business?"
The school will definitely be closed for National Day, and some shops near the school will also be closed.
Tang Yiyi: "The restaurant will remain open as usual during the National Day holiday."
"Okay, we'll eat at your restaurant then," Grandma Li thought. If she didn't want to cook, she would support Yi Yi's business by going to the restaurant.
Okay, welcome!
Tang Yiyi hurried to the market; she had to buy fresh food as early as possible.
She originally wanted to buy beef, but when she got to the beef stall, she found that the beef wasn't very fresh today, and mosquitoes were flying around on it.
The mutton stall next door caught her eye. Mutton has a gamey smell, which some people don't like. She decided to buy some radishes and spices and stew them together; the result would taste pretty good.
The owner allowed her to bargain, then weighed the large chunks of mutton on the electronic scale, saying, "Total..."
Tang Yiyi paid the money readily, picked up the mutton and left. She turned to the vegetable stall to buy radishes, which were plump and juicy. She also bought green and red peppers from the stall, and then went to the dried goods store to buy spices, including star anise and cinnamon.
Back at the restaurant, Tang Yiyi opened the roller shutter door, went inside, opened the window, and put the ingredients away.
A few customers came in and asked, "Boss, what kind of food do you have?"
A group of people came from the opposite school gate; they were probably parents dropping off their children for school.
Tang Yiyi: "The restaurant just opened and hasn't prepared anything yet. The freezer only has drinks like soy milk."
"Then give me three bottles of soy milk."
The original price of the soy milk was two yuan, but Tang Yiyi sold it for three yuan. She didn't make much money; the main reason was to bundle it with tea eggs and rice noodles.
Tang Yiyi brought soy milk to the group and then went to the kitchen to prepare tea eggs.
The group were indeed parents who usually picked up and dropped off their children at school. Since they hadn't had breakfast yet, they randomly picked a shop to eat at.
Open the lid, insert the straw, shake the soy milk once or twice, then bite the straw. Mmm, plenty of soy milk.
While waiting, the group chatted, mostly about their children's studies and daily lives.
"I feel like my daughter Ziyue hates school. Every time I send her to school, she cries and throws a tantrum. I have to comfort her for a long time before she reluctantly goes to school. It's really worrying me to death!"
"Who isn't like that? My son Zichen is the same. He doesn't want to go to school and is picky about food every time he eats. I'm worried and took him to see a doctor because I'm afraid he won't grow tall and will be malnourished in the future."
"..."
When it comes to their children, the parents become very talkative.
Half an hour later, Tang Yiyi brought out a pot of tea eggs. No one noticed until someone smelled the aroma of braised meat and tea. "Boss, what did you make?"
They noticed the pot of things Tang Yiyi was carrying and were filled with curiosity.
“Freshly boiled tea eggs,” Tang Yiyi replied.
As soon as he finished speaking, several customers gathered around, saying, "Give me a tea egg, I'm so hungry."
"I want one... no, two tea eggs!"
"These tea eggs smell so good, I want some too!"
Within minutes, more than a dozen tea eggs were sold. The customers' faces were full of satisfaction. These tea eggs were different from the tea eggs they had eaten before. They didn't have a strange Chinese medicine taste. More importantly, the whole tea egg was soaked in tea, with a strong tea aroma and a rich braising flavor.
One tea egg is not enough to fill you up; it's gone in just two or three bites, and there's no time to savor the flavor.
Another customer ordered tea eggs, just a few at a time.
With Song Man watching over them, Tang Yiyi peeled and chopped the white radish, cut the mutton into small pieces, put the mutton into a pot of cold water, turned on the heat and blanched it until cooked through, then drained the water. Meanwhile, she chopped the scallions, ginger and garlic and set them aside.
Heat a wok over high heat, add oil, and once the oil is hot, add star anise, cinnamon, and other spices, then add scallions, ginger, and garlic and sauté until fragrant.
Add the blanched mutton pieces and stir-fry until fragrant. Then add water, cooking wine, soy sauce, etc., cover the pot and simmer.
Then Tang Yiyi turned the heat down to low, added white radish chunks and salt, and continued to cook.
One pot of braised mutton and radish makes several servings, but it takes a long time to simmer, and I don't know if the guests will have time to wait.
Just then, a figure appeared at the window. "It smells so good, what delicious food is this?"
The visitor was Teacher Chu. She had no classes in the morning and had come over for lunch before lunchtime.
Tang Yiyi turned around and thought the person had the air of a teacher, but she didn't know which subject he taught.
"They're stewing braised mutton and radish."
Upon hearing this, Teacher Chu swallowed hard. Lamb and radish sounded good. "Can I have one, boss?"
"It will take a little while." The mutton needs to be braised for a long time to become tender and easy to chew, while the radish will become soft and sticky.
"It's okay, I can wait." Good food is worth the wait.
Teacher Chu sat down and started scrolling through her phone, watching nothing more than boring videos to pass the time.
A dish of braised mutton and radish was served in a large white porcelain bowl. The aroma wafted over, and Teacher Chu looked over, no longer wanting to play on her phone.
The braised mutton and radish dish looked and smelled delicious. Chunks of dark brown mutton were paired with jade-like white radishes, soaking in the broth. It looked incredibly tempting.
Teacher Chu served rice and picked up a piece of mutton. It didn't smell of mutton, and the mutton was tender and juicy, with a good balance of lean and fat, and it was soft but not greasy, with a rich soy sauce aroma.
It's so satisfying to eat meat in big bites. Add a piece of white radish, and the radish is sweet and soft. After absorbing the soup, it melts in your mouth and has no bitterness.
Autumn is here, the weather is cool, and eating mutton and radish makes me feel warm all over, which is really satisfying.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose, but Teacher Chu ignored them and wiped them away with a tissue.
Enjoying the delicious food, the radish was sweet and fresh with a rich texture. Teacher Chu ate with satisfaction, her eyes squinting.
The soup was bright red and thick. Teacher Chu couldn't resist, so she scooped a spoonful of soup onto the rice, stirred it a few times, and then took a spoon.
The broth fully soaks into every grain of rice, giving it a rich, savory flavor with a slight spiciness that makes it incredibly delicious.
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