"Aunt Zhang, did you buy the pot, pork belly, and chicken I ordered yesterday?"
Shen Qingli walked into the kitchen holding a glass bottle.
That’s right, she was greedy again. She wasn’t greedy for the meat, but for the thick, white soup with a strong peppery flavor!
"I bought it. I washed it clean, tore off the fat as you said, and then washed it with flour and salt.
It's being cooked right now. You said there was no need to add any seasoning, so I didn't.
I added the scallions, ginger, codonopsis and red dates as you said, and it should be ready by now."
Aunt Zhang didn't understand what was edible about this thing, but she felt that since the young lady arranged it, she must have her intention. The food the young lady cooked was always better than hers.
"Thank you for your hard work, Aunt Zhang. The solidified broth in this glass bottle is the broth I cooked earlier. Just add it all in. There's not enough water in the pot. Add a few more bowls of water and bring it to a boil."
"Okay, go sit outside and don't stay in the kitchen."
When Shen Qingli came out, he happened to see the old man and Ye Qiu frowning at the raw meat and lettuce on the table.
"Grandpa, Mom, that's for hot pot later. I'll let you try a new dish today."
Ye Qiu pulled out a chair for Shen Qingli and motioned for her to sit down. He also considerately took a small pillow from the sofa and placed it behind her waist.
"I was wondering why Xiao Zhang brought it up raw."
The old man was playing with the large Vajra Bodhi bracelet given to him by Shen Qingli.
Elderly people can eat more skewers and exercise their hands, which can promote blood circulation in the hands and stimulate brain health.
Traditional Chinese medicine believes that the ten fingers are connected to the heart, which means that the meridians connect the fingers to the brain nerves and the internal organs, making them one.
So rolling the skewers has the same effect as massaging your hands.
Especially for old men who have suffered from brain diseases, eating skewers is very good and can also improve one's character.
"Grandpa is really good at making this dish."
"Of course not, ever since you gave me and your grandfather a string yesterday, I've been playing with it whenever I have free time, and even wear it on my wrist when I sleep.
I used to laugh at Old Zhang for just spinning a walnut around in his hands every day, but after listening to you explain it to me yesterday, I realized there are so many benefits to it."
The old man felt that he really liked this string of noodles. The more he played with it, the more he liked it and the more comfortable he became with it.
"The more you cook it, the more beautiful it becomes. It's good for your health, so go ahead and cook it."
The large Vajra Bodhi string that Shen Qingli found in the space and gave to him is of top quality even in later generations.
“It’s time to eat!”
Aunt Zhang took the copper pot and gently placed it on the table.
"Eh? When did you buy this pot? It's pretty good. What's in the pot?"
The old man leaned over to take a look out of curiosity.
"The pot was bought yesterday at the young lady's request. There's pork belly and chicken in the pot."
Aunt Zhang said this and brought over a few bowls of soup from the kitchen on a tray.
"Grandpa, try this soup."
It was inconvenient for Shen Qingli to stand up, so Aunt Zhang brought it to her.
"Thank you, Aunt Zhang."
"Xiao Lin, it's time to eat. We'll do it after you finish eating." The old man called to Lin Feng who was washing the car at the door.
He took a sip with a spoon first, and when he tasted the flavor, he simply stopped using the spoon and drank from the bowl directly.
The steaming hot soup right out of the pot is still very hot, but the old man thinks the hotter it is, the better it tastes.
"Not bad, not bad. Qingli, you drink too, try it, Ye Qiu, Xiao Lin, Xiao Zhang,"
The old man gave Shen Qingli a thumbs up.
Everyone who drank it praised it highly.
"I think pork rib soup and chicken soup are not as delicious as this." Ye Qiu picked up a piece of meat from the bowl and put it into his mouth, nodding continuously.
"It's really delicious." Uncle Lin and Aunt Zhang couldn't help but give Shen Qingli a thumbs up.
"If the young lady opens a store, it will be full every day." Lin Feng felt that what he said was not an exaggeration.
The old man smiled and poured himself a second bowl. "Not only that, but we have to queue up every day."
"I feel embarrassed to praise you any more. Try the meat inside. The pork belly is crispy and the chicken is tender. Let's eat it quickly and use this soup to cook the vegetables later."
In fact, the authentic way to eat it is to dip the chicken in minced ginger and garlic sauce, and the pork tripe in seafood sauce, with a few drops of kumquat juice added to the seafood sauce.
It’s just that Shen Qingli was not convenient to do it himself, and he didn’t want to bother Aunt Zhang with instructions. The original soup tasted good, so he didn’t prepare any dipping sauces.
"Jianjun has no luck with food. We eat delicious lunch at home every day, but he eats bland soup at work every day, haha."
Ye Qiu imagined the scene of Meng Jianjun eating steamed buns and vegetables in the cafeteria. How sad~
"There's still half a pot of food in the kitchen, so we can have another meal tonight." Aunt Zhang raised her head and continued.
"That's great. Let's have another meal together with Dad tonight." Shen Qingli raised his hand and poured himself a third bowl of soup.
"Eat some meat." The old man frowned and saw that she only drank soup. It was not enough to just drink soup.
"Grandpa, I'll eat it later. I'm craving this soup."
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Hundreds of miles away, in a barren mountain, Ye Mingchuan was sitting in front of a pillar of a dilapidated temple, gnawing on a dry pancake and swallowing it mouthful by mouthful with water from a kettle.
Meng Xiao walked in, took a look, and sat down one meter away from him.
"Sang Yuan and the others are watching?"
"Well, it's my turn to come back and rest for a while." Meng Xiao said as he took out a paper bag from his clothes and opened it.
"Give."
Ye Mingchuan looked up and saw something being handed to him. He raised his hand and took it: "Jerky?"
"Well, my wife made it."
Ye Mingchuan looked at the food in his hand and smiled faintly: "Thank you."
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