Chapter 5 Cucumber Omelette
Hang Jingshu was busy in the kitchen and had no idea what was going on in the mind of the young wife working as a hygienist upstairs.
She was researching the rice cooker, and she was not sure about it and was afraid that she would ruin her skills if she messed it up.
The fish had been cut into pieces, and after thinking it over, Hang Jingshu decided to go find someone.
"Sister, are you there?" Hang Jingshu heard some movement upstairs and stood at the stairs to greet people.
Unexpectedly, after two calls, the whole house was still quiet and no one showed up.
As he had just arrived, Hang Jingshu didn't want to go upstairs right away. He just stood there for a while and then turned back to the kitchen to cook.
The young wife upstairs saw Hang Jingshu looking dazed, and cleaned the room with a smug smile, as if she had already seen Aunt Zhou coming back.
Hang Jingshu looked at the rice cookers of today. They were different from the ones he was used to using in later generations. The former seemed simpler, with only one button.
Since the other party ignored him and time was running out, Hang Jingshu didn't care about anything else. He washed the rice and cooked the rice according to his memory, and then started cutting vegetables.
Mushu pork is a classic Shandong dish, while cucumber pancakes are softer. The restaurant's chef often makes this dish in the summer, and sometimes adds shrimps.
It has a fresh and refreshing taste.
Hang Jingshu was very organized. Fearing that the old couple were not used to eating rice, he also made some corn and white flour pancakes.
Because they were using gas, Hang Jingshu prepared the dishes that needed to be fried quickly. Looking at the time, it was only ten o'clock.
By the time the young wife finished her work and went downstairs, Hang Jingshu had already cooked rice and started preparing to fry the fish.
"Oh, hey, hey, kid, you really don't know how to live. You use so much oil to fry fish!" The young wife felt distressed when she saw the half pot of oil prepared by Hang Jingshu.
Hang Jingshu blinked innocently. This guy was really weird. The oil he used wasn't from her shop, so why was he making such a painful expression?
After testing the cooking time with chopsticks, Hang Jingshu didn't care about anything else and put the fish directly into the pot. With a sizzling sound, the fish that had been cut into pieces and coated with batter gradually took shape and turned golden in color.
The young wife's eyes flew with anger. She turned around and saw that the rice cooker was emitting white steam, which obviously meant that the rice was already cooked.
This time her eyes widened. He was just a bumpkin from the mountains, but he could actually use an electric rice cooker?
I thought that if I left her alone, the little girl would be shy and would run away crying if she didn't know how to use the gas rice cooker.
I didn't realize that he was a thoughtful person.
When the old couple of the Yan family came in, they happened to hear Hang Jingshu's fried fish coming out of the pot. The exhaust fan was whirring, and the aroma of the fried fish filled their noses.
"The one who comes today is a great chef." The first person who looked into the kitchen was an old man with a lively look. He was wearing a jade-colored training suit and looked like he was a martial artist when he was young.
Grandma Yan, who was standing behind Grandpa Yan, was even more gentle. Seeing how young Hang Jingshu was, she had a hint of pity in her eyes, "You're already working at such a young age."
Hang Jingshu was wearing simple clothes today. Because of her dark skin and thin figure, she looked younger. She smiled and replied, "I have graduated from high school. Don't worry, I will definitely not waste anything."
Apart from anything else, Hang Jingshu still had some confidence in his cooking skills. He had been cooking for decades in his life, and no one had ever said that the food was bad, except when it was not to the taste.
When the young wife saw the old couple coming back, she also smiled and said, "This little girl is young and likes to brag. Don't cry if you can't do it well!"
When Hang Jingshu heard her say this, the smile on his face faded a little. He smiled at the two old people and turned back to busy himself with cooking.
Grandma Yan frowned unhappily, "Xiao Yu, have you finished cleaning up upstairs?"
When Aunt Zhou was here, the two of them always gathered together and whispered. Grandma Yan couldn't stand it, so she simply let Aunt Zhou go back on the pretext that her grandson was on vacation.
But Xiaoyu is becoming less and less attentive in doing things.
But the one who came today looks solid and reliable.
People like to pay attention to appearance. When Grandma Yan took a quick look at the kitchen just now, she was impressed by this little girl. Every dish was cut neatly and the table was cleaned while she was cooking. It looked clean and neat.
Nanny Xiaoyu patted her chest and assured, "Don't worry, everything is ready. I just came down and saw that the child had used up half the pot of oil to fry fish. I was just saying something to her!"
Hang Jingshu was busy in the kitchen. He found Xiaoyu's shrill voice funny. The book talked about overstepping one's authority, and today he saw it come true.
As soon as the nanny Xiao Yu finished speaking, Grandma Yan's face turned even uglier. "Just take care of hygiene. As for cooking, you don't have to help."
The couple joined the revolution in their early years, and now that the policies are better, they can have a few days of leisure.
In the past, Aunt Zhou was a talkative person with dirty hands and feet. The old couple were people who would not tolerate any sand in their eyes, so they would naturally not leave anyone upset in front of them.
Seeing that Xiao Yu was becoming more and more out of line, Grandma Yan no longer showed mercy when she spoke to him.
The nanny Xiaoyu is only 30 years old this year. When she heard her employer say this, she realized that she had gotten carried away and quickly lowered her head to agree.
Grandma Yan sat on the sofa in the living room. She raised her hand to pour herself a cup of tea, but found that the tea in the pot was still left over from yesterday.
He snorted in his heart and shouted, "Xiao Yu, go change the teapot!"
Seeing his wife like this, Grandpa Yan knew that her patience was reaching its limit. "If you don't like her, let her go back. Old Liu had good intentions when he introduced her to him."
Grandma Yan watched her husband comforting her and could only sigh helplessly.
Xiaoyu came over here with a teapot of brewed tea, smiling, "Look at my memory. I was so busy yesterday that I forgot to change the tea. This is the tea I brewed according to your request. I'll pour it for you."
Even though Grandma Yan was not very satisfied, she took the teacup with a cold face. Seeing that Xiao Yu was still wearing a cleaning apron, she asked, "Is this the girl Xiao Zhang introduced to cook?"
It refers to Hang Jingshu who was busy in the kitchen.
Xiao Yu first glanced at Grandpa Yan who was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper, then nodded and replied, "Yes, I think this little girl is too young, and she definitely can't do as well as Aunt Zhou..."
Grandma Yan thought she was talking too much, so she put the teacup on the small square table and waved her hand casually, "Okay, go to the room where Aunt Zhou lived before and clean up."
This means that Hang Jingshu must be kept.
How can this be possible!
Xiao Yu was about to say something, but Grandpa Yan glanced at her with the newspaper in his hand. She immediately shrank her neck and shut her mouth completely.
It was soon eleven o'clock and Hang Jingshu had almost finished his work.
The fragrant rice is fluffy and soft, the red, yellow, green and black colors of the Mu Shu pork are well matched, and the sweet and sour carp is beautifully shaped and the soup is red.
There was also a large plate of egg yolk and melon pancakes, which were bright yellow with a hint of tender green. You could tell by just looking at them that they were delicious.
There was also a small plate next to it, which contained garlic sauce for the pan-fried cucumber. When Grandpa Yan saw this, his eyes lit up.
The aroma of the fried pork belly with peppers is overbearing and tempting. The ingredients of the three-beauty soup are simple, with cabbage and tofu topped with a little seaweed and lard. The soup is milky white and delicious.
The old couple looked at each other and felt even more satisfied with the little girl.