Chapter 330 If you don’t give me another bowl, you are not my son



Chapter 330 If you don’t give me another bowl, you are not my son

"Ha~ Another bowl!"

The old man finished his crispy noodles, drank the last mouthful of soup, smacked his lips, and pushed the empty bowl away proudly.

"Dad, there's no more. I can't eat anymore."

Master Kong simply couldn't bear to watch it.

Even though he was old, he was like a child, burping all the time, but his fingers were still circling the rim of the bowl, like a baby asking for milk.

"What??? Is it really gone?"

"Dad! It's really gone! You ate the whole bowl."

elder:!!!

“My rice noodles!”

He suddenly sat down on the ground, raised his legs towards the sky, covered his face and cried.

"My rice noodles are gone! Waaaaaa!"

Master Kong: "Dad..."

No, you just ate a bowl of crispy noodles, why are you not satisfied?

He and his wife haven't even tasted a single hair.

Wow wow wow!

The old man cried tears of joy.

Master Kong wanted to pull him up from the ground, but the old man refused and kept throwing a tantrum, heartbroken.

"I want rice noodles! If you don't give me another bowl, you're not my son!"

Master Kong really didn't want to be his son at this time.

After all, what good father would roll on the ground and cry in the middle of the night? He wants to die.

There was a lot of noise for a while.

The old man seemed a little tired too.

His cloudy eyes suddenly widened and the veins on his neck throbbed.

"Who are you? Why are you in my house? Quick! Get out of here!"

Before Master Kong could react, he was pushed by a hand that felt like a dry branch and staggered.

The old man's grip was incredibly strong.

His lower back hit the cabinet, and his key chain clanged and fell to the ground.

"Ah??? I... I'm Xiao Rong."

Master Kong's heart suddenly skipped a beat, as if he had been struck by lightning.

What's going on?

It’s bad enough that he’s crying and making a fuss, but why doesn’t he recognize people anymore?

You really can't treat him like this.

"What the hell! I don't know him! If you don't get out of here, I'll call the police." The old man picked up the slippers and threw them.

“No, no, no!”

The daughter-in-law was quick to catch the slippers in mid-air.

"Let's go now!"

As she said that, she pulled Master Kong and rushed out the door.

It’s not that they are too timid, but the old man’s record of being ruthless is clear.

It's late at night and all the neighbors have to rest.

If you can't afford to offend, you can afford to avoid it.

At worst, they can just wait until the old man calms down and then go into the house.

"Bang!"

The moment the security door closed, a large pillow hit the door panel.

Phew! Luckily it didn't hit anyone.

The two men covered their chests and took a breath, finally calming down.

In the dead of night, the draft in the corridor was blowing so hard that they felt very cold.

"What's going on? The old man is so good and so bad, he's gone to two extremes all of a sudden."

"Who knows? Oh, wife, I forgot my keys. Why don't we stay in a hotel for the night?"

Master Kong stared at the closed door of his house, feeling like crying but unable to cry.

"You think the hotel is free? Oh, it's broken, my wallet and phone are all in the room!"

ah???

What to do then——

Fortunately, the kitchen window was not locked and the light was still on.

In desperation, Master Kong had to go to the corridor and climb up tremblingly on the air conditioner outdoor unit.

Speaking of which, this is also one of the advantages of living in an old residential building.

If you have a little skill, climbing walls and flying over rooftops is not a big problem.

The daughter-in-law was watching from below.

Seizing the opportunity, he suddenly shouted in a low voice.

"Old Kong! Hurry! The old man is gone!"

In the blink of an eye, Master Kong somersaulted into the windowsill.

Next second.

Face to face with my dad who was holding a glass of water.

“Ah!!! There’s a thief——!!!”

"Dad! It's me!"

“Catch the thief——!!!”

Swish!

All the lights in the building were on.

For a moment, the sound of dogs barking could be heard one after another, and the scene was very chaotic.

In the end, it was the local police officer Lao Zhang who rushed over after hearing the news and rescued the situation.

This old policeman, who had seen a lot of the world, was now trying so hard to hold back his laughter that his face turned red.

"Well, Uncle Kong, these are your son and daughter-in-law."

"What son? I don't have a son! I certainly don't have a daughter-in-law..."

Master Kong: ...

I'm tired!!!

Wife: Me too!!!

It was past three in the morning and it was still dark.

Su Chen and Butler Ding groped their way into the kitchen.

What I’m going to make today is Guizhou’s special spicy chicken noodles.

Based on the estimated number of bereaved families and the additional fifty bowls of food given away as welfare, the canteen prepared about three hundred bowls of ingredients for breakfast.

Among them, more than a dozen spices such as glutinous rice cake chili peppers, Sichuan peppercorns, ginger slices, garlic cloves, etc. are arranged in a bamboo winnowing basket.

There were more than twenty plucked roosters standing nearby, waiting with their heads held high to be chopped into pieces.

Not to mention rice noodles.

The indica rice has been soaked overnight and it’s time to fish it out now that it’s absorbed enough water!

Take advantage of the opportunity when Butler Ding is making money.

Su Chen picked up the bone-cutting knife, and with a flash of cold light, he cut the whole chicken into evenly sized cubes.

The chicken bones are not wasted. After blanching, they are put into a casserole together with the leg bones and simmered over low heat to form a milky white soup base.

The key to this spicy chicken noodle dish is the preparation of the glutinous rice cake chili pepper.

Soak the dried chilies in warm water for half an hour. After they have absorbed enough water, pound them together with garlic cloves and ginger.

Amid the sound of the wooden pestle striking each other, the chili peppers gradually turned into crimson mud. The spicy smell made people's noses itchy, but they couldn't help but take a deep breath.

hiss…

This is the taste from the mountains and fields of Guizhou, violent yet gentle.

After pounding the chili peppers, it's time to heat the oil in a pan.

Heat the pot until smoke rises, pour in cooking oil, and the moment the diced chicken is poured in, it makes a crackling sound in the hot oil.

Butler Ding used a large colander to stir the chicken slowly. When the chicken pieces were fried until golden and crispy, it was almost time to remove them from the oil.

In another pot, sauté ginger and garlic, then add the glutinous rice cake chili and fried chicken pieces into the pot one by one.

Su Chen shook his wrist, and salt, MSG, pepper powder, and pepper powder fell all over the place. Then he poured cooking wine, soy sauce to outline the base color, and sugar to blend the sharpness.

Finally, sprinkle a handful of cooked sesame seeds and the spicy chicken sauce is ready.

It was bright red and oily, with a fragrant aroma. Just the smell made Butler Ding's stomach swell with cravings, and he sneezed three times.

“Haha, smells good!”

Su Chen looked at Butler Ding and couldn't help laughing.

"Yeah, it smells pretty good, and it should taste even better!"

Butler Ding answered with a straightforward expression.

Anyway, the boss has discovered that he is greedy.

I might as well risk my reputation, maybe I can eat a few more bowls.

"Okay, we made a lot today anyway, so we can eat as much as we want before opening."

"Okay~"

You know what, it’s easy to get hungry when you get up early to work.

When the rice milk is steamed and smoked, the rice aroma mixed with the spicy taste makes my stomach ache.

When the lid of the cage was opened, the rice skin was crystal clear and it trembled violently when I poked it with my finger.

Su Chen picked up the knife and cut a few times. The rice noodles hung down like silver threads. He threw them into the boiling water and let them roll. Then he fished them out. They were so chewy that they were almost enough to jump rope with.

"Okay, Uncle Ding, stop busying yourself and come and have a bowl."

(End of this chapter)

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