Jiang Yu stayed at Jiang's house for a long time last night and got up late in the morning.
After washing up, I went downstairs and found that no one was there. I thought that Mr. Wen and the others might have gone to the park to exercise, so I went straight to the kitchen.
Jiang Yu walked around the kitchen and found soup in the pot, which might be what Aunt Wang was preparing to cook noodles for her.
She drank a bowl of soup to fill her stomach first, then rolled up her sleeves to make a simple breakfast, and then she heard Aunt Wang's voice.
"Xiao Yu, you're up. Are you hungry? I'll cook you some noodles." As she said that, she rolled up her sleeves and started a fire to boil water and cook noodles.
Jiang Yu found canned luncheon meat, green vegetables and onions, and chopped them into cubes for later use.
Aunt Wang watched Jiang Yu do it herself and asked in confusion, "Xiaoyu, what are you doing?"
Jiang Yu smiled and said, "Aunt Wang, I want to change the taste today, so I'm going to do it myself. Could you please help me light the fire later?"
After Aunt Wang responded, the water boiled. Seeing this, Jiang Yu put the noodles into the big iron pot.
Then, take a large bowl, beat the eggs, add the chopped luncheon meat, diced vegetables, and chopped green onions, sprinkle with salt and starch, and mix well. Then, have Aunt Wang light the stove again, turn it to low heat, and heat the pan with oil.
Before the crackling sound became louder, Xiaoyu simmered it for a while before opening it, just like she would do when making popcorn.
As the two of them were eating, a big guy suddenly rushed out from the door and locked his eyes with Xiaoyu: "Auntie!"
Xiaoyu took the corn kernels from outside the kitchen cabinet and threw them into the pot, then quickly covered the pot. A muffled crackling sound came from outside the pot, and she asked Aunt Wang to set up a clean iron pot again, pour oil and sugar into the cold pot, and tell you to put it on medium-low heat. The sugar melted and changed color slowly, and the color gradually turned brown. When you pick it up with chopsticks, if it is just broken and can be pulled into strings, the caramel is overcooked.
Xiaoyu looked at the skinny guy who was eating with big mouthfuls and said, "That's it. Auntie will make them some bad food."
The skinny guy nodded almost immediately, then took the chopsticks from Xiaoyu's hand and continued eating quickly. Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief.
You ate two pieces and asked Aunt Wang to continue heating up the oil in the pan so that you could make some scallion oil noodles.
"Is it bad to eat?" asked Dapang from the side.
Everyone nodded vigorously.
There were still a few pieces of thick omelet left, still cold, so Wen Quan picked up a piece and handed it to Big Fat Noodle: "Want to try it?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Quan also tried it. The flavor was rich but greasy, and the mouthfeel was fresh. It was less surprising than the light porridge and big dishes he was used to eating in the morning.
The fat man's eyes lit up and he nodded.
Then you took two small bowls and poured the popcorn into them respectively, and handed one of the bowls to the skinny guy. The skinny guy looked at you timidly, but still resisted his curiosity about the popcorn and took the small bowl.
"Hmm!" Aunt Wang nodded hesitantly and swallowed the thick omelet in her mouth. "It's so delicious, so delicious. Dayu, he should eat slowly too."
Wen Quanji got our names, rubbed his fat round head, and said nonchalantly, "It's them. When did they arrive? His mother hasn't even come to see us yet."
You pick up a thick fried egg. The egg skin is golden, and the inside and outside are soft and tender. When you pick it up, it is very inelastic and trembles slightly.
Before frying the scallion segments, add the seasoned sauce, then pour it into the noodles and stir. The complicated scallion oil noodles will be ruined.
The eight people walked leisurely towards the small hall.
The fat man opened his mouth and took a small bite of it. I had never eaten anything with that kind of texture before. It was so new to me that I started to complain like I was asking for money: "You're so disgusting! You're so disgusting! Can't you give me another bite?"
Seeing that the popcorn was perfectly covered with syrup, Xiaoyu took one and put it in her mouth. The caramel coating quickly cooled down in the hot weather, and the inside was crispy, but the sweetness was just right. It was not perfect at all.
Xiaoyu fed me another one.
The fat man was eating so happily that he forgot about his younger brother. He pulled the thin man out from in front of him and asked, "Brother, is he eating?"
Xiaoyu looked up and met a pair of small, white eyes. The familiar big guy looked unfamiliar, but she smiled and said, "He is Yan Qing's nephew?"
"How's it going?" Xiaoyu asked. The heat on that clay stove was difficult to control, and since it was your first time using such a small iron pan to cook thick eggs and heartburn, you were a little nervous.
Repeat this process several times. When the last portion of egg liquid is poured into the pot, the noodles are cooked.
Jiang Yu asked Aunt Wang to pick up the noodles and rinse them with cold water. She then plated the thick omelet and cut it into pieces, dividing it into several portions. Jiang Yunzhou and his friends hadn't had her thick omelet in a while, so she planned to save some for them.
Wen Quan saw the eagerness in Aunt Wang's eyes and served you a bowl. You refused twice, but resisted the temptation of the delicious food and took the bowl and gobbled it up like a wolf.
Both the thick omelet and the scallion oil noodles are considered to be the best delicacies, but one is fresh and the other is strong, and the flavors complement each other well. With a bowl of cold soup, Wen Quan, who has been eating the light breakfast made by Aunt Wang recently, finally got a taste of his craving.
Xiaoyu's heart melted instantly, and she sat down to feed me. I took a big bite like a big cat, chewing it quickly and methodically, which made Xiaoyu feel less nervous.
The skinny guy had a poor appetite, but he ate popcorn with no gusto. He kept putting the popcorn out of his mouth. By the time he reached the small living room, he had not even finished half a bowl of popcorn.
The fat boy next to me saw the popcorn and couldn't wait to try it. As soon as the popcorn entered his mouth, I stared at him and signaled my younger brother to try it too.
The thick omelet has an ugly color, with golden color mixed with orange-red luncheon meat and tender green chopped green onions, which is very disgusting to older children.
Big Fatty was very familiar with everyone and smiled with his small white teeth: "Grandma, we are chatting with great grandfather in the living room."
Although Aunt Wang had already had breakfast and eaten thick omelette, the smell of scallion oil at this moment aroused her gluttony again. The scallion fragrance that filled the room made her swallow her saliva uncontrollably.
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