"Take the lead in making arrangements?" Shen Mo blinked her big eyes, obviously not quite understanding the deep meaning of Lu Qingyang's words.
Lu Qingyang looked at her innocent love, smiled and pinched her nose: "You will know in the future. Anyway, if you follow me, you don't have to worry about those miscellaneous things. You need to consider the present, such as..."
He deliberately dragged out his tone, his eyes fell on her face tenderly, "What do you want to eat tonight?"
Speaking of eating, Shen Mo's face immediately fell, and she pouted, a little aggrieved: "Tonight, there is no mother to cook for me. Didn't my mother take the art troupe to other places for condolences and performances? It will take several days for her to come back. Dad said to let the orderly bring some food from the office cafeteria to make do."
Lu Qingyang then suddenly remembered that his mother had indeed taken the team to perform at the grassroots level.
The big pot meals in the office cafeteria come with all the necessary ingredients, including oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and the taste is not bad.
But for Shen Mo, whose taste became particularly sensitive and picky during pregnancy... the taste was indeed a bit bland, and it could even trigger her morning sickness.
Seeing Shen Mo's slightly frowned brows, Lu Qingyang's heart softened, and he spoke without hesitation:
"So what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you myself."
There are a lot of good things in his space, just right for improving it for his wife.
When Shen Mo heard this, her eyes instantly lit up like stars, and the slight grievance on her face was immediately replaced by a brilliant smile. She nodded hurriedly:
"Okay, okay! I really miss your cooking! The food in the cafeteria...ah..."
She wrinkled her nose and made an indescribable expression, which made Lu Qingyang laugh.
"Okay! I'll be waiting!" Lu Qingyang was in a good mood and got up and went to his grandparents' room first.
Mr. Fang was reading a newspaper wearing reading glasses, while Mrs. Fang was sewing shoe soles beside her.
Lu Qingyang pushed the door open and went in: "Grandpa, grandma, I'll cook tonight, what would you two like to eat?"
When Mr. Fang heard this, his reading glasses slid down halfway and his eyes lit up instantly!
He had tasted his eldest grandson's cooking skills several times, and they were as good as those of the chefs in state-owned restaurants!
The taste makes me drool just thinking about it.
But the old man still had to be polite on the surface. He cleared his throat and pretended to be reserved: "Cooking? That's so hard! We can just eat what we got from the canteen. Don't tire yourself out."
Having said that, the expectation in his eyes could not be hidden.
"It's not hard, grandpa. You get off work early today and you'll have enough time." Lu Qingyang said with a smile.
Mrs. Fang next to him didn't have as many twists and turns as her grandfather. When she heard that her eldest grandson was going to cook for her, she put down the sole of the shoe in her hand in surprise:
"Qingyang? You want to do it? This... is this okay? How about grandma? Although grandma's cooking is not as delicious as your mom's, it can still do the job..."
The old lady really loves her grandson and is afraid that he will get tired.
When Mr. Fang heard what his wife said, he immediately became unhappy, put down the newspaper, and unceremoniously said:
"Come on, honey! I don't know what the food you cook tastes like. It's far inferior to what Qingyang cooks! Qingyang is willing to cook, so we are lucky! Don't make trouble, just wait and eat the ready-made food!"
The master spoke with confidence and righteousness, which choked Old Mrs. Fang so much that she stared at him, but she couldn't say anything to refute him.
Lu Qingyang watched his grandparents bickering. He found out that the two elderly people didn't have any special dietary restrictions. They just liked to eat something soft and mushy with thick sauces. He then had an idea in his mind.
"Okay, then you two just wait." Lu Qingyang smiled and left the room.
In the kitchen, Lu Qingyang rolled up his sleeves and started to work.
He "went back to the house" first, and when he came out, he had a few more things in his hands: a piece of fat and lean pork belly with beautiful textures, a few fresh prawns, a few plump eggs, a handful of green spinach, and a bag of excellent quality rice.
These were all carefully selected by him from the space.
Cut the pork belly into large and even cubes, blanch in cold water to remove the blood foam, then remove and drain.
Put oil in the pan, add rock sugar and fry until it turns into a beautiful reddish-red sugar color. Then pour the pork belly into the pan and stir-fry until it is evenly coated with the attractive caramel color.
Add onion, ginger, star anise, cinnamon, bay leaves, cooking wine, soy sauce, and hot water to cover the meat. Cover the pot and simmer over high heat.
After a while, the rich aroma of meat began to permeate the kitchen, forcefully penetrated through the crack in the door, and drifted to every corner of the courtyard.
On the other side, remove the heads and shells of the prawns, pick out the shrimp threads, leaving the plump shrimp meat, and marinate it with a little salt, cooking wine and starch.
Beat the eggs into golden liquid.
Wash and cut the spinach into pieces.
Boil water in a pot, stir-fry the shrimps until they change color and serve.
Stir-fry the minced garlic, add the spinach and stir-fry until soft, then pour in the egg liquid and shrimp and stir-fry quickly.
A plate of colorful, light and fragrant scrambled eggs with shrimp and spinach is ready.
Considering Shen Mo's appetite, he steamed another bowl of tender and smooth egg custard, added a few drops of sesame oil and soy sauce, and sprinkled it with green chopped green onions.
I also made shredded pork with fish flavor, which is more delicious with rice.
Finally, I used the high-quality rice specially provided in the space to cook a pot of crystal clear white rice with each grain bright.
The aroma of the food was getting stronger and stronger. Shen Mo, who was reading in the study, could no longer sit still. She held her waist and moved to the kitchen door with her big belly. She leaned against the door frame and stared at Lu Qingyang's busy figure. Her nostrils flared and she kept swallowing her saliva:
"It smells so good... Qingyang, what did you cook? Braised pork? It smells so good!"
In the living room, Mr. Fang, who was originally reading a newspaper, could no longer sit still. He put his hands behind his back and paced "inadvertently" to the kitchen. He sniffed hard, his throat rolled unconsciously, and he muttered:
"Hmm... This tastes just right! The heat is just right..."
"I just made a few simple dishes, just eat them."
Just at this moment, the courtyard door opened slightly and Fang Zhongwen came back in military uniform.
As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, his steps paused involuntarily and he sniffed hard:
"Wow, I can smell this fragrance from so far away!"
Fang Zhongwen took off his coat and said loudly with a smile in his voice, "Dad, I heard from Xiao Zong that you specially told him not to get food back? What, do you have a dinner party tonight?"
He thought it was an old friend of the master who came to visit.
Mr. Fang was just about to put a piece of trembling, sauce-covered braised pork into his mouth. Hearing this, he didn't even raise his head. He pointed vigorously in the direction of the dining table with his chopsticks and said indistinctly:
"Come here! Sit down! This is the dinner!"
Only then did Fang Zhongwen see the scene in the restaurant clearly: the lights were bright, the food was steaming, and the family was sitting around.
Shen Mo smiled and greeted: "Dad, you're back just in time, wash your hands and eat!"
Fang Zhongwen's gaze finally fell on his son Lu Qingyang, who was wearing an apron and carrying the last bowl of rice out of the kitchen. He instantly understood the source of the table full of delicacies.
He opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Qingyang? This... this was all done by you?"
Lu Qingyang placed the bowl of rice in front of his father's usual seat, took off his apron, and smiled: "Well, seeing that mom is not at home, Momo has no appetite for the food in the cafeteria, so I just made something casually."
"Just something casual?" Fang Zhongwen looked at the dish, which was comparable to the quality of a traditional Chinese kitchen, and found it hard to believe.
He quickly washed his hands, came back and sat down, picked up the chopsticks, looked at the table full of dishes, and for a moment he didn't know which one to pick up first.
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