Yu Niannian first took a bite of the pickled fish slices.
"Hooray, it's so hot!" she exclaimed, breathing on the food as she ate.
"Mmm~~~!" Her eyes brightened, her expression relaxed, and she quickly shoveled a mouthful of rice into her mouth.
Then I picked up a piece of chicken and a chestnut.
She first took a bite of chestnut, chewing it in small, delicate bites like a groundhog.
Then put a piece of chicken in your mouth.
"Amazing!" Yu Niannian shook her head with satisfaction and took another bite of rice.
Finally, I picked up a bright green, juicy bok choy heart with my chopsticks, elegantly put it in my mouth, chewed it slowly, and savored the taste.
"Say a few more words! Is it delicious or not?" Grandpa Yu asked anxiously from the side.
"It's delicious! Of course it's delicious!" Yu Niannian was very focused while eating and didn't like to talk too much, but judging from the speed at which she ate, the dish must have been very appetizing.
Because the first bowl of rice was almost empty, it was time to eat the second bowl.
"Granddaughter, don't you have any adjectives to describe why this dish is so delicious?" He was getting impatient.
“Grandpa, you shouldn’t talk while eating or sleeping. That’s what Dad taught me since I was little,” Yu Niannian said as she picked up her second bowl of rice and asked him, “Grandpa, aren’t you going to eat?”
"This unfilial son..." Old Yu began, "I think..."
"It smells so good!" Yu Niannian ate many more pieces of fish with a big bowl of rice. "Grandpa, I'm not a food critic. As long as it tastes good, that's all that matters."
Grandpa Yu had no choice; there was no more rice left, and he couldn't possibly ask the owner for another bowl.
But there's still a little more than half of the food left.
Grandpa Yu picked up the extra pair of chopsticks without making a sound.
Sigh.
"Sigh, it's a waste if you can't finish it. Let Grandpa help you eat some."
“Grandpa, there’s not much left,” Yu Niannian quickly put a lot of food into her bowl. “Look, I can finish it. I haven’t been able to eat my fill in a long time because I’m on a diet. The more I eat, the more I crave it.”
"I won't fight you for it. I'll just eat a piece of each to taste it." Grandpa Yu still felt sorry for his granddaughter.
At this moment, Qin Yi, who was on the bus, straightened her back, moved the chair forward, and looked down at her book.
"The acidity of the pickled fish is very carefully controlled; any more and it will be too sour, any less and it will be too greasy."
"It's like playing with an arrow in a pitch-pot game, and experiencing the joy of hitting the bullseye."
"The mild, slightly numbing flavor of green Sichuan peppercorns is more suitable for this dish than that of red Sichuan peppercorns. It complements the tenderness of the fish perfectly!"
After he finished speaking, I heard the old man gulp down a mouthful of water.
Food connoisseurs are quite particular about their taste; they rinse their mouths before eating to avoid letting the flavors of the previous dishes affect their judgment of the flavors of the later ones.
"Chestnut braised chicken is actually a common autumn dish."
"Because chestnuts begin to ripen in autumn, every household starts using them to cook all kinds of delicious food."
"In March, I don't know where the owner got such fresh chestnuts. The skin is slightly charred and fragrant, and the inside has absorbed the sweetness of the chicken. The soft and sweet texture when you bite into them is just wonderful."
"Not to mention the chicken, you can tell how good this dish is just by eating this chestnut. The side dishes have fully absorbed the essence of the main ingredients' broth, which is why it is so delicious."
Grandpa Yu rinsed his mouth again.
There's one last dish left.
"The blanching sauce is refreshing and delicious; the soul of all blanched dishes lies in this bowl of broth."
"The clear broth is the source of its deliciousness, and when paired with crispy golden garlic, the aroma is enhanced and the taste is rich."
"Taking a sip of the bok choy coated in blanched sauce, and then biting into the crisp garlic and sweet, tender vegetables, is incredibly refreshing. It makes you want to have many more after you finish eating it."
As he spoke, Grandpa Yu picked up the second stalk of cabbage with his chopsticks.
Yu Niannian ruthlessly snatched the bok choy from Grandpa Yu's chopsticks: "Grandpa, you said yourself that you would only eat one piece of each dish, so don't try to take your granddaughter's dinner. Ark City is a food wasteland. It's rare for your granddaughter to come back, so let the child eat her fill!"
"Well done!" Qin Yi mentally gave Yu Niannian a thumbs up.
"Grandpa, if you want to eat, go buy another serving of cigarettes. It's my treat, it's not like we can't afford it."
Grandpa Yu thought for a moment and realized, "That's right, I'll just buy another one."
It seems the little girl's cooking skills have improved by leaps and bounds overnight; she must have received a great blessing. Let's try it one more time.
Yu Niannian picked up her phone and scanned the QR code. "Grandpa, let's enter the lottery."
Grandpa Yu started drooling again as he watched the dishes scrolling across the screen.
I rubbed my palms together, feeling a little nervous.
But Qin Yi was even more nervous than him at that moment!
After writing "1000 Recipes", Qin Yi clasped her hands together and prayed fervently: "Please pick the recipes I can make, please pick the recipes I can make."
Ding! The screen stopped.
Congratulations on winning the red box! You will receive a boxed lunch of steamed fish head with chopped chili and preserved egg with roasted chili!
Yu Niannian: "Grandpa, isn't this a bit too strong a flavor for you to eat tonight?"
Grandpa Yu: "No, no, I'll pack it up and take it home for a late-night snack. Late-night snacks are always this heavy-flavored."
Qin Yi cursed the system in her heart, thinking it was definitely playing a trick on her. Why were all the dishes she couldn't cook served to Uncle Yu?
Steamed Fish Head with Chopped Chili, page 335; Roasted Chili and Century Egg, page 888.
Qin Yi accepted the food ticket from Grandpa Yu with a big smile. "Grandpa, would you like some more melon seeds?"
...
Twenty minutes later, Qin Yi finally finished preparing the boxed lunch that Grandpa Yu had packed.
The packaging is quite good; each box and dish is individually packaged to prevent flavors from mixing.
Grandpa Yu looked at the sealed box, unable to see inside, but the details were well done. Satisfied, he carried the box home with Yu Niannian.
Qin Yi has completed her task for today; she has put the light board back into the carriage.
She secretly vowed that she wouldn't sell boxed lunches to anyone else until she had learned 1,000 dishes.
She's easily embarrassed and can't bear the shame.
Sigh, Qin Yi covered her face with the cookbook, reclined her specially made chair, and lay down to sleep in the carriage.
The middle-aged women next door who were doing square dancing had just finished their workout and were chatting in small groups.
"What do you think is the identity of that young girl selling boxed lunches across the street?"
"Identity? What identity? I only know that I saw her for two days, and she slept with a book covering her face in the car every day."
"He doesn't seem like a proper businessman."
"And her boxed lunch costs 100 yuan a serving!"
The woman exclaimed in surprise.
"So expensive! I could buy so many eggs with that money!"
"Sister Ju, stop complaining about the price. With a son as successful as him, what can't he afford?"
The middle-aged woman, known as Sister Ju, tried hard to suppress the smile that was creeping up her face: "Oh my, I think this young girl is probably not simple."
Several middle-aged women crowded around her, asking with great interest, "What do you know? Tell us!"
“Look at her, she pretends to be setting up a stall here every day. She covers her face with a book as if she's sleeping, but you can occasionally see her hand waving around in the air!”
"Yes! Now! Look!"
Qin Yi became so engrossed in practicing cooking in her dream that she was completely absorbed.
Because she has an unlimited supply of ingredients and doesn't worry about wasting them, she flips the wok so hard that the vegetables are two meters high when she's bored!
Then they catch it with a pot, like performing an acrobatic act.
Occasionally, my hands would uncontrollably flutter wildly in the air.
"Really! It looks like they've practiced!" Several middle-aged women agreed with this view.
Sister Ju whispered to them, "I suspect she's an undercover officer! I have good reason to believe it."
"Look at her, she's not worried about business at all. As soon as she sets up her stall, she covers her face with a book and pretends to sleep, but she's probably secretly observing what's going on around her!"
"Old Yu ate her cooking yesterday and said it didn't taste very good, which fits the characteristics of an undercover officer."
"She can't cook, and she doesn't want to do business. She just occasionally waves her arms around to practice her skills! Her stall here is just a front!"
"Then aren't we in great danger now! Are there terrorists around?" Several middle-aged women asked fearfully, looking around.
"With the police here, what are you afraid of!" Sister Ju had a very authoritative and bossy demeanor!
"If anything happens, run to her stall! If I'm not mistaken, that thick book definitely has a mechanism! That guy is inside!"
"What kind of guy is that?" the older women asked curiously.
Sister Ju made an eight-shaped gesture with her thumb and forefinger, and tapped it twice in the air: "Clap clap!"
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