Chapter 96 Cold Noodles and Pizza
Song Yu felt the gazes of many people in the shop looking in his direction. He lowered his head slightly, held his small bowl, and quietly ate the cold noodles in his bowl.
Song Xinran smiled slightly and said, "If Fufu wants to eat it, I'll bring it tomorrow."
Grandma Fufu quickly said, "No need, no need, it's too much trouble."
Fu Fu grabbed his grandma's hand, looked at her pitifully, pouted, and looked like he was about to cry.
But Grandma knew she was faking it; she didn't cry so easily normally.
But Song Xinran was startled and quickly said, "It's no trouble at all. The weather has been hot lately, and I was planning to make something for myself anyway."
She still remembered that day at the amusement park, when Fu Fu kept crying and she couldn't comfort him no matter what she did. In the end, it was Song Yu who held his hand and calmed him down.
Fu Fu turned to Song Xinran and said, "Thank you, Aunt Song."
She looked at her grandmother again, and asked pitifully, "Grandma, can I eat this?"
Grandma rubbed her forehead and said, "...Okay, eat it."
Fu Fu immediately turned to Song Yu, her voice filled with excitement: "Song Yu, we can play together again tomorrow!"
Grandma Fufu: ...
For a moment, she couldn't tell whether her granddaughter wanted to eat cold noodles more or play with Song Yu more, but she knew very well that her pouting and crying earlier was just a scare tactic.
"Song Yu, does your mom's cold noodles taste different?" Fu Fu asked curiously.
She has only ever eaten cold noodles with sour and spicy, numbing and spicy, and sweet and sour numbing and spicy flavors, and she has been to many shops, but they only have these few flavors.
Song Yu said, "The taste is sweet, sour, spicy and numbing, but it tastes better than anything sold in any store."
He tried hard to recall the taste, but it was difficult to describe, and his vocabulary was not enough. In the end, he could only say, "Anyway, it was very fragrant and very delicious. I wanted to lick the bowl clean after I finished eating it."
Fu Fu's round eyes widened slightly; it was hard to imagine that Song Yu would lick the bowl clean after eating.
Song Yu quickly added, "I don't lick it, it's just very delicious."
Fu Fu's mouth watered at the sight of it, and he wished he could eat a big bowl right now.
After finishing the cold noodles, Fufu invited Song Yu to her house to play, but Song Yu declined. Fufu's grandma said, "Little Yu has something to do. Come to our house to play when you have time later."
Fu Fu puffed out her cheeks, looking sullen: "Fine."
The next day, Song Xinran took Song Yu to the market and bought a pound of alkaline flour. It has to be said that the city is much more convenient than the town!
In the past, Song Xinran would cook dried noodles until they were 80% done and then rinse them in cold water to make cold noodles in the summer. Although they tasted good, the texture of the noodles was still slightly inferior.
Unfortunately, there's no fresh alkaline flour for sale in town.
The city is different; you can buy almost anything you want to eat there. Song Xinran even saw a seafood restaurant and thought about buying some ingredients to cook at home. Song Yu had never eaten seafood before, but since they already had cold noodles today, she thought she would arrange to eat it later. Anyway, they live in the city now, so there will be plenty of opportunities. Naturally, they should eat fresh seafood.
Fresh alkaline noodles have a faint wheat aroma and a pale yellow color. Song Xinran shakes the alkaline noodles out and places them on a steamer rack, sprinkles some oil on them, and steams them for a few minutes to prevent them from sticking together. The shaken alkaline noodles look distinct and are several grades higher than dried noodles.
While mixing the seasonings, Song Xinran thought to herself, "No wonder everyone wants to go to big cities. The resources offered by big cities are completely different, especially in an era when transportation and the economy are not yet developed enough."
After the steamed noodles are cooked, they are taken out and sesame oil is added while a fan is used to blow and shake the noodles to separate them.
"Mom, let me do it." Song Yu also eagerly raised his hand to participate. He had volunteered to take on the job of cooling the noodles when he used to make cold noodles in town.
After handing this over to Song Yu, Song Xinran started heating oil in a wok to prepare freshly fried peanuts. The peanuts in the cold noodles were the finishing touch, but they required skill. Some peanuts were soft and soggy, and tasted bitter or greasy when chewed.
Good peanuts are crispy and dry, and when chewed, they are fragrant. The oily aroma of peanuts and the sour and spicy flavor of cold noodles are a perfect match.
"Mom, the cold noodles are ready!" Song Yu said excitedly.
The wheat-yellow cold noodles in the bamboo basket were scattered and slightly glistening with oil. Although the seasoning hadn't been mixed in yet, Song Yu's taste buds had already automatically recalled the taste of cold noodles he had eaten before, and he couldn't help but drool.
Song Xinran took the cold noodles, poured them into a large porcelain basin, added kelp strips, bean sprouts, and cucumber strips that Song Yu liked, and added various seasonings. The whole bowl of cold noodles turned bright red and oily as it was stirred. With a gentle sniff, you could smell the refreshing vinegar aroma and the numbing spiciness of the homemade chili oil.
There's no secret to making dipping sauce. If you were given a recipe, it would probably say things like "appropriate amount of soy sauce" and "appropriate amount of vinegar." It mainly depends on your feel for it. Fortunately, Song Xinran has a great feel for it. She just pours in the soy sauce, adds a few spoonfuls of chili oil, and everything is just right.
Song Yu stood to the side, watching intently without blinking, swallowing repeatedly, and finally received a small bowl.
The glistening cold noodles are served in a white porcelain bowl, garnished with bright green scallions, tender cucumber shreds, and plump bean sprouts—it looks so appetizing.
Song Yu picked up his chopsticks, took a large bite, put it in his mouth, and immediately let out a satisfied sound.
My mom's cold noodles are so delicious!
He was completely different from how leisurely he was when he ate cold noodles in the shop yesterday afternoon. When he encountered something he liked, Song Yu opened his mouth wide and ate it in big bites.
Song Xinran took out a disposable lunchbox and packed three bowls of cold noodles. She and Song Yu ate the rest as breakfast for the day.
Generally speaking, breakfast should be light, mild, and nutritious, but Song Xinran felt that it was okay to be a little indulgent this once in a while. However, after finishing her breakfast, she handed Song Yu a bottle of fresh milk.
Song Yu frowned slightly, looking at the fresh milk and thinking of the taste of milk she used to drink. She wanted to refuse, but when she thought about her height, she bravely took it, tilted her head back and took a big gulp, showing a kind of reckless spirit.
As soon as he tasted the fresh milk, he paused, swallowed the milk, and held the bottle in front of his eyes, turning it around to look at it with great curiosity: "Mom, it's so strange, it's different from the milk I used to drink."
Previously, Song Yu's boxed milk always had a strange taste, and he had to add some sugar to suppress it, but this bottle of milk tastes pretty good.
Song Xinran said, "This is fresh milk. From now on, a milkman will put it in the milk box at the door every day."
Song Yu clenched her little fist: "Mom, I want to grow very tall!"
After drinking her milk, Song Yu picked up a measuring tape and handed it to Song Xinran. She then stood ramrod straight against the wall and asked, "Mom, can you measure if I've grown taller?"
A faint smile appeared on Song Xinran's lips. Normally, Song Yu was a very smart child, but perhaps because he had been one of the shorter children in his class since starting kindergarten, he had always wanted to grow taller. Sometimes he had completely forgotten that people couldn't grow taller overnight, and he would often think about measuring himself.
Song Xinran agreed and took out a tape measure to measure him. He was 1.16 meters tall, but Song Xinran deliberately gave him a centimeter more and said in a surprised tone, "Xiao Yu is 1.17 meters tall now, he has grown quite a bit!"
Song Yu's previously excited face froze instantly, his smile vanished, and he lowered his head, his voice filled with sadness: "Mom, why have I grown shorter..."
Song Xinran was also surprised: "Really?"
"Mom's last measurement was 1.175 meters."
Song Xinran was also a little dazed. She had measured Song Yu too many times, and this kind of manual measuring tape was often not very accurate. Even when measured at a medical examination institution, there was always a slight error each time.
Seeing Song Yu's sad expression, Song Xinran immediately tried to make amends: "Maybe it's because she wore shoes last time. Xiao Yu didn't wear shoes this time, so she must have grown taller."
Song Yu whispered, "Last time I only wore socks..."
Song Xinran looked at him and patted his head: "Xiao Yu, don't worry, you'll grow taller when you grow up."
The original text clearly states that he is 1.8 meters tall. Now that his nutrition is up to par, he won't be any worse than 1.8 meters tall.
Song Yu said, "I will drink milk every day from now on."
"good!"
Song Yu's ability to regulate her emotions is beginning to show. Although she was still a little sad at home because she hadn't grown taller and almost became shorter, she became happy again when she brought cold noodles to her new friend.
When they arrived at the rest pavilion in the community, Fufu and her grandma were already waiting. As soon as she saw Song Yu, Fufu ran over quickly: "You're finally here! Grandma and I have been waiting for so long!"
Grandma laughed and said, "At home, Fufu kept urging me to come over quickly, afraid of being late. I told her it wasn't time yet, but she wouldn't listen."
Grandma thought to herself, if Fufu had been as enthusiastic about going to kindergarten before, he wouldn't always be late.
Fufu said, "I'm starving!"
Grandma added, "She wouldn't eat breakfast at home, saying she wanted to save room for cold noodles."
Grandma Fufu didn't have any particular interest in cold noodles. At her age, she had eaten plenty of good food, and most of her food was just passable. The delicious dishes weren't amazing, and the bad ones weren't nauseating.
However, Fufu is young, and the moment he heard the word "delicious," he was completely excited.
As for what Song Yu said, Grandma thought to herself, "Kids always think that what their mothers make is the best."
However, Song Xinran used to run a stall and a shop, and now she dares to rent such a large shop at the entrance of the community to run a catering business, so her cooking skills must be excellent. It's just that Grandma Fufu has tasted too many chefs' dishes, so she can treat all food with a normal attitude.
Song Yu placed three bowls of cold noodles on the stone table: "I bought these with my mother at the market this morning."
Fufu exclaimed in surprise, "You know how to buy groceries? You're amazing!"
Song Yu was a little embarrassed: "It was me and my mom."
But Fufu easily overlooked the mother in Song Yu's words. Her eyes lit up as she listened to Song Yu explain how to make cold noodles, and she turned to her grandmother and said, "Let's make it when we get home."
Grandma smiled and agreed, knowing her granddaughter was just saying it casually.
As soon as the lid of the cold noodle dish was lifted, a faint aroma of cold dishes wafted out, but it was distinctly different from the cold dishes sold on the street. The various flavors were not mixed together, and the cucumber shreds added a touch of refreshingness.
Fu Fu couldn't wait to choose the bowl of cold noodles closest to her, picked up disposable chopsticks and put it in her mouth, and her body immediately froze.
Grandma Fu saw her granddaughter acting like a robot that had been put on pause, and patted her on the shoulder: "What's wrong?"
She didn't have many words to describe it, but stuffed a big mouthful into her mouth, making a soft whimpering sound like a kitten fighting for food in her throat, and slurped up the last bit of noodles with gusto.
Grandma frowned slightly when she saw this and reminded her, "Fufu, don't make noise while eating."
Although Grandma Fufu dotes on her children, she does so with principles, paying close attention to etiquette education, including dining etiquette.
Although Fufu is only six and a half years old, he already has better eating habits than his peers. However, Fufu's grandmother did not expect that after eating just a bowl of cold noodles, Fufu would reveal his true colors.
She patted her granddaughter on the shoulder to remind her.
Fufu turned to her and said, "Grandma, it's so delicious!"
Her cheeks were bulging, her lips were shiny with oil, and her wide eyes were slightly red, whether from the spiciness or something else, I couldn't tell.
Grandma Fufu said again, "Swallow it before you speak."
Fu Fu turned her head and continued to inhale rapidly, not even having time to talk to her grandmother.
Grandma Fu was also helpless. There were outsiders present, and they were in the neighborhood, so she couldn't directly scold Fu. Although her granddaughter was young, she had to consider the child's feelings. Moreover, Fu had already quieted down her eating after being reminded, but she probably really liked it so much that she was still making soft whimpering noises.
Grandma scolded, "Look at you!"
Then he said to Song Xinran, "I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Fufu is too greedy."
Song Yu said, "I eat cold noodles like this at home too, I won't laugh at Fufu."
Grandma Fu Fu chuckled. It was just a polite remark, but the child answered so seriously. She liked him even more now.
Song Yu pushed a bowl of cold noodles in front of Grandma Fufu and handed her chopsticks, saying, "Grandma, you should eat too."
Grandma Fu Fu smiled warmly and kindly: "Thank you, Xiao Yu. Xiao Yu is so cute."
She actually ate breakfast at home, which was some kind of brioche bread that her daughter-in-law bought. After eating the bread, she drank a glass of milk, and now she's not hungry at all, but rather a little greasy.
But who could resist such an obedient child? Grandma Fu thought to herself, "I'll just have a bite and not let the child's kindness go to waste. I'll take the rest home for lunch." Even as she picked up her chopsticks, Grandma Fu still thought the same thing.
But the moment she tasted it, her tongue discerned the flavor, and Grandma's entire plan was abruptly overturned. Only one thought flashed through her mind: how on earth are these cold noodles made?!
Grandma's opinion has always been that the food tastes pretty much the same, especially cold noodles, which are one of the most popular summer foods in the area, and the previous generations have already studied them thoroughly.
But this bowl of cold noodles easily overturned Grandma's general opinion on cold noodles the moment she took a bite, and immediately became number one.
The noodles were cooked to perfection, each strand smooth and chewy, with the fragrant red oil evenly distributed, coating every single noodle perfectly. The various seasonings blended together harmoniously, and if you accidentally bite into a peanut, it's even more crisp and delicious.
One bite and the sour, sweet, numbing, spicy, and fragrant flavors burst forth, refreshing and appetizing!
The bread she ate in the morning felt like it was stuck in Grandma Fufu's chest, making her feel a little suffocated. But after a bite of cold noodles, the suffocation in her chest immediately disappeared, her mind seemed to clear up, and her body felt much lighter.
Grandma Fu took another bite of cold noodles and thought to herself that her stomach was still her Chinese stomach. What fancy bread sounded like, but it was not as satisfying and comforting as a bowl of cold noodles from the local area.
I initially thought I wouldn't be able to eat anything, but after taking a bite of the noodles, I suddenly felt a surge of appetite and could easily eat half a bowl.
And so, one bite, two bites, three bites—not many bites of a bowl of cold noodles—were eaten clean, even the cucumber shreds stuck to the rim of the bowl were picked off and put into our stomachs.
Fu Fu was so happy to eat something delicious that she danced around with joy: "Song Yu, you weren't lying, your mom's cold noodles are really delicious!"
She was so excited that she jumped off the stool and rushed to Song Yu, giving him a hug.
Song Yu was startled, but he said proudly, "Everything my mom makes is delicious!"
Fu Fu immediately looked at Song Xinran with a burning gaze.
Song Xinran was stunned for two seconds by the little girl's bright eyes. Fufu liked Song Yu the most and always walked on Song Yu's side. In comparison, she was not so enthusiastic about Song Yu's mother.
Song Xinran understood perfectly. She was an adult, while Fufu and Song Yu were children. Naturally, children would have the most in common and the most to talk about.
But Fu Fu's gaze was a little too intense. Before she could speak, Fu Fu turned around and pounced on her, her voice full of admiration: "Aunt Song, you're amazing!"
Fortunately, Fufu is a hygienic little girl. After eating the cold noodles, she wiped her mouth clean. Otherwise, if she had just clung to Song Xinran's arm like that, Song Xinran would have been worried that her clothes would have gotten oil on them.
She smiled and gently patted the little girl's arm.
Song Yu nodded vigorously beside her: "My mom is really amazing. She can cook a lot of dishes and also make a lot of snacks."
"Oh my god!" Fu Fu exclaimed in surprise, as if she had never seen anything like it before. "Aunt Song, do you know how to make fried chicken wings?"
"Yes, we will!" Song Yu said on behalf of her mother.
Fufu: "Does Aunt Song know how to make pancakes?"
Of course.
Fufu: "Does Aunt Song know how to make pizza?"
"Yes!" But after agreeing, she realized, "What's pizza?"
Fu Fu spread her arms and gestured: "It's round like this, covered with lots of sauce and stuff, like ham, bacon, chicken thigh meat, beef cubes, corn, green beans, mushrooms, pineapple... If you pick it up and eat it, it will stretch into long strands, it's especially delicious!"
Fu Fu listed a lot of food in one breath, and Song Yu's eyes were filled with disbelief: "Isn't pineapple a fruit?"
How can you cook fruit and meat together?
Fu Fu nodded: "Yes, but it's especially delicious when made into a pizza. You'll never forget it after just one bite!"
Song Yu swallowed hard.
Seeing this, Song Xinran smiled and said, "Mom can make pizza, I'll make it when we get home."
The little devil in Song Yu's heart jumped up with joy.
Fufu raised his hand: "Can I eat it?"
Ever since eating the cold noodles, Fufu has felt that Song Yu's mother is the best chef in the world, and her status has suddenly changed.
Song Xinran said, "Of course, I'll bring it over when it's ready tomorrow."
Fu Fu was so moved she almost cried: "Aunt Song, I love you the most!"
It vividly illustrates what it means to be loyal to whoever provides the benefits.
Grandma Fufu, to be polite, stopped her, saying, "Fufu is too greedy, you shouldn't bother her."
Song Xinran said, "It's no trouble at all. I was planning to make pizza anyway."
"Pizza, pizza, I love pizza the most!" Fufu hummed on the spot, clearly having composed a pizza song on the spot.
Grandma Fu chuckled when she saw her granddaughter's happy expression, but she understood perfectly why her granddaughter was acting this way. The cold noodles were really delicious, and she couldn't help but ask, "Song Yu's mother, how do you make these cold noodles? They're so different from the ones sold in the shops outside."
The flavor is still the same sweet, sour, spicy, and numbing taste, but the texture and flavor are quite different. It's as if the original flavor of the seasonings has been brought out, making it refreshingly sour, savory and fragrant, and mellowly sweet.
Song Xinran briefly explained the steps she took to make cold noodles, and Grandma Fufu nodded repeatedly: "So the noodles need to be steamed before boiling."
"So the peanuts were freshly fried. No wonder they were so crispy. They're completely different from the ones that have been sitting in the store for a while."
After listening to Song Xinran's story, Grandma Fufu had a different feeling. With this skill and this energy, opening a restaurant would definitely be a good idea.
Although Grandma hadn't tried Song Xinran's cooking yet, she was already looking forward to it after seeing the cold noodles: "Song Yu's mom, how's the shop's renovation going? When do you expect it to open?"
Song Xinran smiled gently and politely: "Not so soon, probably another month or so."
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After playing, the two children said goodbye and went home to have lunch. Fufu was carrying a box of cold noodles and said, "Grandma, I'll have cold noodles for lunch."
Grandma wanted to say that the diet should be nutritionally balanced, but when she thought about the taste of cold noodles, she understood her granddaughter's opinion and said, "Okay."
Fu Fu chuckled, "Grandma will eat with me!"
"My dear granddaughter." Grandma Fu was deeply moved.
Just then, Aunt Rong walked over and teased, "What are you talking about? You're laughing so happily?"
Fufu recognized Aunt Rong, who was his grandmother's good friend, and immediately exclaimed, "Grandma Rong, Aunt Song gave us cold noodles! They were so delicious, the best cold noodles in the world!"
As he spoke, Fu Fu swallowed hard.
Aunt Rong laughed: "Fu Fu is such a little glutton."
Fufu shook her head: "No, Grandma likes it too!"
Grandma Fu praised, "It's really different from the cold noodles sold outside. One bite and my appetite improved a lot. Little Song really chose the right industry to open a restaurant."
Aunt Rong didn't take it to heart, thinking that her friend was just indebted to her because she had eaten his food. After her daughter-in-law explained it to her and she had eaten at a high-end private restaurant, she knew what fierce competition meant.
But she didn't argue; it was someone else's business, and she didn't want to affect their friendship.
She looked at Fufu and teased, "Is that the cold noodles in Fufu's hand?"
Fu Fu nodded, adding, "It's super delicious."
"Fufu, can I have a little bit?"
Fufu said, "Sure, Grandma Rong, go home and get a bowl, I'll share one with you!"
She held up one finger.
Children's world is simple. Grandma Rong said that they could try a little bit, and she would only let them try a little bit. She wouldn't feel bad if they only had one strand, because there were many strands in a bowl of noodles.
Grandma Fufu and Aunt Rong both laughed. Aunt Rong said, "I was just kidding. Fufu likes to take them home and eat them himself."
Fufu shook her head: "I'm not eating by myself, I'm eating with Grandma."
"Old Jin, look how filial your granddaughter is."
Grandma nodded: "That's right."
He then said, "By the way, I asked Xiao Song, and her restaurant is probably opening in about a month. I'll treat you to a meal there then."
Aunt Rong thought to herself that Old Jin had really been won over by a bowl of cold noodles. After all, her granddaughter was on good terms with the child. She smiled and said, "Okay, let's go and support him!"
After they parted, Grandma Fu could tell that her friend didn't take it seriously, thinking that a bowl of cold noodles shouldn't be such a big deal.
Grandma Fu thought to herself, if her granddaughter didn't love this bowl of cold noodles so much, she would definitely let Sister Rong try it and see if she would still say anything positive after eating it.
That wasn't just showing support; it was a genuine desire to try it.
The next day, Song Xinran brought pizza. After things gradually stabilized, they added appliances such as an oven to their home. Although they are not common now, they are used quite frequently.
Fu Fu had been waiting for a while, and his first reaction upon seeing Song Xinran and Song Yu was to shout, "Pizza!"
Song Yu placed the box on the stone table: "Mom baked these fresh today."
He had already eaten a piece at home, and he was happy and satisfied.
Fu Fu put the things she brought on the table and quickly introduced them: "Delicious fruit."
Then his gaze fell entirely on the pizza, and he couldn't wait to open it. The hot air, carrying the aroma of cheese and meat, rushed out.
Song Xinran estimated the time, packed the pizza in a box as soon as it was baked, and took a taxi over. It was even faster than food delivery, so the pizza was still hot.
"Oh my god, this is so delicious!"
Grandma Fu didn't stand on ceremony and put the fruit she brought on the table: "Let's eat together."
Then I took a slice of pizza and put it in my mouth. I was immediately amazed. The ham sausage was wrapped in cheese and was very tender. The bacon was slightly charred at the edges. The aroma of oil mixed with the aroma of meat was even more tempting. The chicken thigh meat was coated with bright sauce and was very flavorful. The sweet and sour aroma of pineapple neutralized the greasiness and heaviness of the meat.
Grandma Fu Fu couldn't help but nod, this tastes even better than the freshly baked ones in the store!
The crust has just the right amount of chewiness, and the cheese has a rich, milky flavor; one bite is incredibly satisfying.
Grandma couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Song Yu's mom, your cooking is amazing!"
After saying that, he pushed the fruit in front of them: "Try the lychees too."
Song Xinran immediately recognized the type of lychee: the famous "Dai Lv" variety. Although she didn't know how much Dai Lv lychees cost per kilogram now, she knew that at its peak, the price was over two thousand yuan per kilogram.
This is way too expensive. Song Xinran felt a pang of heartache just thinking about how she would spend tens of yuan on this food.
Grandma Fu Fu directly handed the lychees to Song Yu: "Fu Fu said that she likes to eat cold noodles the most, and she also shared her favorite lychees with Xiao Yu."
Fufu picked up the pizza, her smile especially bright: "This is my favorite now!"
Song Xinran couldn't refuse any longer, so she ate two of them with a reserved air.
The lychee flesh is translucent and very fresh. When you eat it, the juice is sweet and the flesh is particularly delicate.
Song Xinran thought, perhaps this is the smell of money.
Song Yu also ate two, but he still wanted to eat pizza more.
He had eaten lychees before, but this was his first time eating pizza. He was too young and thought there was only one variety of lychee, and that they all tasted and cost the same.
Pizza has become the popular choice, while expensive lychees and other fruits have been relegated to the sidelines.
After finishing her meal, Fufu exclaimed, "It feels like we're having a picnic!"
"Song Yu, when are we going on a picnic?" Fu Fu said. "Picnics are so much fun! We can eat, sit on swings, and fly kites."
Song Yu found her story interesting and they agreed to meet when the sun was out and the weather was cool.
Fu Fu took the last third of the pizza home with her.
Not long after we got home, Fufu seemed hungry again and started asking for pizza.
The pizza had gotten a little cold, so Grandma Fu put it in the microwave. Suddenly remembering something, she called Aunt Rong and warmly invited her over: "Come to my house for something to eat."
Aunt Rong arrived quickly, and as soon as she entered, she smelled an enticing aroma—the smell of a heated pizza.
"What good stuff is this? It smells so good," said Aunt Rong.
Fufu immediately said, "Pizza, it's pizza, it's..."
But Grandma covered his mouth and gave him a wink.
Fu Fu immediately understood. Her grandmother had just told her not to let Grandma Rong know that it was Song Yu's mother who made the pizza.
At first, Aunt Rong thought they had made it themselves, but when it was served, she found that it was only a third of the original, with different ingredients in various colors, like a brightly colored little painting. She smiled and asked, "Where did you buy it?"
Grandma Fufu said, "Don't ask, just try it first."
"Okay!" Aunt Rong said, "If it's something you can take home, it must taste pretty good!"
As a close friend, she naturally knew that Grandma Fufu was a big eater.
Once you taste it, you realize it's not just good-tasting, it's absolutely delicious.
Ideally, pizza should taste best when it's fresh out of the oven. Even though it's hot when baked again, the flavor and texture will be diminished.
However, this pizza was better than any freshly baked pizza that Aunt Rong had ever eaten. The chicken thigh meat was tender and juicy, the mushrooms were soft and smooth, the corn kernels were bursting with juice, the meat was rich and flavorful, and the vegetables were refreshing. The two were a perfect match. Every bite was fresh, fragrant and not greasy, and the more you chewed, the more flavorful it became.
Before I knew it, Aunt Rong had finished a piece and asked, "Where did you buy it? I want to go and have some fresh ones too."
Freshly baked pizzas definitely taste better, and Aunt Rong is someone who loves to try new things and taste different things. This slice of pizza completely awakened her cravings and curiosity.
Grandma Fu smiled mysteriously and stopped keeping her in suspense: "It was made by Song Yu's mother."
"Huh?" Aunt Rong exclaimed in astonishment, "Doesn't she run a home-style stir-fry restaurant? How come she can make pizza too?"
Fu Fu, with her megaphone-like voice, exclaimed, "Aunt Song can cook everything! Cold noodles, pizza, boiled sliced pork, spicy fish, twice-cooked pork, braised pork with bamboo shoots, steamed eggs!"
Song Yu had mentioned it to her during their conversation, and Fu Fu listened with drooling eyes, making sure she remembered it perfectly.
Grandma Fu was surprised to hear her granddaughter recite the names of the dishes so fluently. Usually, it was like taking a life for Fu to recite ancient poems.
Aunt Rong gasped in astonishment: "You can make so much?"
Fu Fu nodded proudly: "Aunt Song is the most amazing chef!"
Aunt Rong was in a daze and a little doubtful. She subconsciously picked up a slice of pizza and took another bite. She had only thought the first slice was delicious, but now, tasting it again, she noticed some shortcomings, such as the crust being a little dry and hard, and the cheese not being stretchy enough...
But the problem isn't with the pizza itself, it's with the heating process. Even so, it's still delicious, which shows the chef's skill.
Grandma Fufu couldn't help but think, "Xiao Song's Chinese stir-fries must taste even better."
They are older and don't really like some foreign foods; their stomachs are still Chinese. But Song Xinran can actually turn foods they don't like into foods they like, which proves that her cooking skills are truly exceptional.
After eating two slices of pizza, Aunt Rong was completely won over; Song Xinran's cooking was far better than any of the high-end private restaurants her daughter-in-law had taken her to.
The most important thing in opening a restaurant is definitely the taste. If the taste is good, people will buy it no matter how expensive it is.
Her appetite was whetted, and she wanted to eat something else, but then she thought that nothing could compare to pizza, and asked, "You said yesterday when Xiao Song is planning to open his business?"
Grandma Fufu: "We have to wait another month!"
"Why is the renovation taking so long?"
"That's right."
At this moment, the two elderly people were completely of one mind: could Song Xinran's restaurant open as soon as possible?
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