"Don't worry, Grandpa Zhang. I carefully observed when I came here, and no one followed me."
Xiaobao works at the J District Hospital, so he's half a soldier.
A little reconnaissance was no problem for him.
Zhang Lianfeng did not tell the elderly people in the cowshed that Xiaobao was the grandson of his brother.
But everyone knew they had an unusual relationship.
Otherwise, Xiaobao wouldn’t come here, let alone treat these elderly people.
Xiaobao: "I brought some pork belly, eggs, and refined white flour. Now that everyone is asleep, I'll cook some noodles for you."
When they heard that there was meat and noodles, the old people started drooling.
They do it right away, those who light the fire light the fire, those who wash the pot wash the pot.
Xiaobao is responsible for kneading and rolling the dough.
Then wash the pork belly, cut it, blanch it, and simmer it in the pot.
When it comes to pork belly, Xiaobao learned how to cook it from Li Jinfeng.
After blanching the cut pork belly, set it aside.
Add oil and a few pieces of rock sugar to fry until brown. Then put the pork belly into the pot and stew it with several seasonings. Start with high heat, then turn to low heat and simmer for half an hour.
The pork belly made in this way is oily but not greasy, and soft and chewy. The only problem is that Xiaobao doesn't control the heat very well, so there are always some differences between it and what Li Jinfeng makes.
Xiaobao was responsible for cooking and boiling noodles by himself, and the elderly people sitting by the stove were drooling as they watched.
They had been here for several years, but this was the first time they had seen such a big pot of meat, and they simply couldn't resist.
Cook the pork belly first, then cook the noodles.
Eight old men each had a bowl, and they used eggs to make a big pot of egg skin soup.
There were meat and eggs, and no one cared about being reserved. They ate up a bowl of noodles and a large plate of braised pork.
In the end, I wanted to lick the bowl.
But in the end, out of consideration for face, no one did so.
An elderly man named Fan, clutching his belly, sighed, "I've lived for almost sixty years, and this is the first time I've eaten such delicious noodles and such delicious braised pork."
This old comrade named Fan is from the capital.
Xiao Bao pursed his lips and smiled: "When it comes to the best braised pork, I definitely can't claim that title. I do know someone who makes braised pork a hundred times better than mine."
"Who?" Fan Guangming asked.
Xiaobao: "My sister! I learned how to make this dish from her. Unfortunately, I can never control the heat as well as she does."
In Fan Guangming's mind, the braised pork made by Xiaobao is already top-notch. Now he tells himself that there are people who are even better than him. Fan Guangming feels that the gluttony in his mouth is about to crawl out.
"Where is your sister?" Fan Guangming asked.
"In the capital!" Xiaobao said without hesitation.
"The capital? In the capital, hahaha, then I..." Fan Guangming was about to say that he still had a chance, but when he thought about himself being here now, he didn't know if he could go back. Even if others were in the capital, he wouldn't be able to eat.
Xiaobao noticed the old man's loss and couldn't help but comfort him, "Grandpa Fan, don't be too pessimistic. You might go back one day! Not just you, but everyone else too."
Xiaobao said the last sentence while looking at everyone.
No one knew why, but when Xiaobao said this, they actually felt like they had regained hope.
"Lao Zhang, this little kid is great. He treated us, fed us, and now he's comforting us."
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