Chapter 38 Red Oil Wonton
Seeing the nanny being so understanding, Gu Zhengguo didn't beat around the bush, "Hey, I want to eat wontons with red oil tomorrow."
Hang Jingshu agreed immediately. Although the Yan family and Gu Zhengguo had different preferences in food, neither of them liked to eat dragon liver and pheasant gall.
Most of them are basic home-cooked dishes, and as long as the meat and vegetables are properly matched, basically no comments will be made.
It is not difficult to make red oil wonton. Since Gu Zhengguo is selling it well, Hang Jingshu naturally has to accept it.
Then Gu Zhengguo revealed some information to himself: "Anzi is in charge of the mathematics. Judging from his expression, he should be pretty good."
As for the others, from what Gu Zhengguo said, Yan Chengan sent the test papers away again, probably to the teacher to review them.
After hearing him say this, Hang Jingshu felt relieved.
At night, Hang Jingshu was washing up in the bathroom downstairs. His face was rosy, white and tender after washing, several shades whiter than usual.
After a while, your skin will return to its normal color.
Looking at the girl's tender cheeks in the mirror, her eyes are dark and bright, with infinite yearning for life.
Tomorrow will definitely be better!
The next day at noon, Hang Jingshu was in the kitchen, concentrating on cooking.
The stomach is an emotional organ, and the final taste of food will also be affected by emotions.
Hang Jingshu likes cooking, not just because she has learned it, but because it is a love in her bones.
She likes fresh vegetables, the cooking steps, and watching the food become delicious and tasty after she cooks it.
Love food, cherish ingredients, and take every step to love life.
Cooking is also a creative process.
It is also a kind of affirmation when you see the food you made by yourself being loved by others.
At noon, Hang Jingshu not only made the red oil wonton that Gu Zhengguo had been talking about, but also three-fresh stuffed dumplings. Taking advantage of the availability of leeks today, he also made leek beef hotpot.
Noodles come in a myriad of forms, but what remains authentic is the aroma of wheat.
The methods of making chao shou and wonton are slightly different. Nowadays, there are no ready-made dumpling wrappers or wonton wrappers for sale. Everything starts with kneading the dough.
When Hang Jingshu was helping out in a hotel, he could roll out up to five dumpling wrappers at a time.
Yu Lihong watched the whole process of Hang Jingshu rolling the dough in amazement, and then raised her thumbs up.
"Xiao Hang, your skills are incredible!"
At noon, in addition to a large bowl of red oil wontons with red oil and minced garlic, there were also small wontons with seaweed and egg skin.
Grandpa Yan likes dumplings with three fresh fillings the most. Hang Jingshu also soaks dried scallops and puts them in the dumplings, which makes them taste sweet and juicy.
The hot pot stickers for beef and leek are rich in aroma, with a crispy bottom and juicy filling inside, giving it a rich taste.
The tastes of the whole family are catered for.
Finally, Hang Jingshu also made two kinds of mixed vegetables, one fresh and one sweet, with a light taste, which can be used to cleanse the mouth.
Yu Lihong was sitting in the kitchen eating with Hang Jingshu, and she exclaimed: "Xiao Hang, if I had half of your cooking skills, I would have opened a shop long ago."
Hang Jingshu chuckled and replied, "Running a shop is much more tiring than being a babysitter."
If you want to run a restaurant with a clear conscience, the most you can earn is hard-earned money.
The price of good materials is there, and if you want to be economical, you will naturally earn less.
Hang Jingshu felt that opening a hotel was not something that everyone could do, as it involved a lot of worry from beginning to end.
From purchasing to selecting personnel, cleaning up the dishes and washing the tables and chairs, there are a lot of things to do.
There is no time to rest during holidays. Cooking is hard work.
Yu Lihong also liked dumplings with three fresh fillings. The Yan family's two elders were very generous and never withheld the nanny's food.
So Hang Jingshu and Yu Lihong basically eat the same thing as them.
Thinking of this, Yu Lihong told Hang Jingshu another piece of gossip: "I heard that the nanny of Old Lady Huang's family was fired crying after her daughter-in-law ran out of milk."
Thinking of Qian Guimei crying that day, Hang Jingshu also sighed: "I don't know where Qian Guimei will be able to work in the future."
Yu Lihong didn't care about this at all: "Xiao Hang, don't worry. There are many families out there who are vying for nannies who leave the compound, but I guess Xiao Qian must still be looking for a job in the compound."
Hang Jingshu blinked in confusion, and the words turned around in his mind before he understood.
Hang Jingshu then smiled knowingly and said, "Then I don't have to worry about her."
Seeing that Hang Jingshu understood, Yu Lihong turned around and started to eat the hotpot stickers in the bowl.
With delicious food in front of you, no one can resist eating it.
After eating, Yu Lihong saw her bulging belly and regretted it again: "I have to eat less at night. I was almost dragged by the Women's Federation to do a B-ultrasound when I went home two days ago."
"Sister Hong, you're not fat. Winter is coming soon. Your body will naturally store energy and you'll be fine in spring," Hang Jingshu comforted Yu Lihong while washing dishes.
Yu Lihong originally thought so, but when she saw Hang Jingshu's still slim figure, she suddenly felt that her words were not credible.
It’s better to eat less, alas.
Gu Zhengguo was also troubled. During the many days he stayed at Yan's house, he ate as much as he wanted every day. He thought that since he was young and his consumption was high, there would be no problem.
It wasn't until this morning, when his belt loosened two notches, that he realized things were getting out of control.
"Anzi, have you gained weight?"
Gu Zhengguo wanted to pull Yan Chengan to the United Front: "How about we strengthen our training tomorrow?"
All he got was Yan Chengan's chuckle, and then a thin figure passed by him, "I don't need to lose weight for the time being, you should work hard on your own."
Although Yan Cheng'an looks a little fatter than when he first got home, he is still thin considering his height.
It doesn’t matter even if you take it for another half a month.
Gu Zhengguo: ...
You are thin, you are amazing,
I won't compete with you.
Gu Zhengguo directly set a goal for himself to increase the amount of training tomorrow.
I can't get any fatter.
Ding ding ding~
Ding ding ding~
Before dinner, the phone in the Yan family's living room rang. Yu Lihong went to answer it and found that it was for Yan Chengan.
Yan Chengan picked up the phone; "What's the matter?"
The voice on the other end of the phone was still very excited: "Xiao Yan, where did you find this genius? Do you know what the final score of that test paper was?!"
Yan Chengan has slender fingers, and it looks like he is holding a work of art when he answers the phone. His voice fluctuates slightly as he calmly asks, "Does it meet the undergraduate admission requirements?"
"Yes! Absolutely! Although he is still weak in mathematics, he is a rare talent!" The person on the other end of the phone was Mr. Qi, the head teacher of the senior year class at the No. 1 Middle School in the city.
He was once Yan Cheng'an's teacher.
It was also he who discovered Yan Cheng'an's talent in science and focused on cultivating him until Yan Cheng'an was selected.
The pressure to get into the No. 1 Middle School in the city is very high. Last year's test papers caused many candidates to fail, and this year there are even more people who want to get into the No. 1 Middle School through the backdoor.
There are too many people but the performance is not improving. This kind of good seedlings are exactly what we need now.
Director Qi was very eager to get Hang Jingshu enrolled. "It's the beginning of the semester now. If you come to No. 1 Middle School, I guarantee that you will have no problem getting into Peking University or Tsinghua University next year!"