Cadres and comrades were waiting outside, but Lin Mingliang was in a cold sweat.
He wanted someone to help him cook, but only he and Su Qingfeng were left in the kitchen.
Su Qingfeng is younger than him. Can he cook such hard dishes?
He was still struggling, but suddenly he heard the sound of a chopping board thumping beside him.
Su Qingfeng had already started to cut the streaky pork into pieces and put it into a pot to boil and cool it.
Later, he made a series of actions of frying shallots, ginger, garlic and spices, just like flowing water, adding a bit of burden and a bit less.
Lin Mingliang noticed that in the process of cooking, Su Qingfeng put in many different spices from Master Li.
He looked on with trepidation.
I'm afraid it's not delicious.
However, for Su Qingfeng, this dish of braised pork is not only Li Gen's specialty, but also his signature.
When the oil stir fried ginger and garlic was finished, he put the pork in the frying pan again, but he did not pour a lot of oil, just as Li Gen did, as people like big oil and big meat these days. Instead, he poured a moderate amount of oil.
According to his experience, adding too much oil when frying the pan will lead to a very greasy taste at the end.
In the state-owned hotel.
The cadre in Zhongshan Suit was really worried.
While waiting, he rolled up his sleeves from time to time, looked at the time on his watch, and looked at the door of the hotel many times.
But I don't know when a tempting fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose.
The sweet taste of rock sugar when frying sugar, the meat smell of pork, and the smell of various spices when mixing
Han Zhiming swallowed his saliva unconsciously, and finally could not help coming forward. He cheekily asked, "Comrade, is my braised pork ready?"
At ordinary times, Chen Meilan would certainly laugh in her heart, and the cadre could not hold her breath.
Isn't it a bowl of braised pork?
It's like I haven't eaten it.
Besides, the braised meat is stewed. Isn't this cadre hungry and dizzy? Did he remember the waiting time wrong?
But now she has no time for him.
What exactly is Master Su?
It's also braised meat. Why does it smell so much better than Master Li's?
Chen Meilan scratched her heart and lungs from the bottom of her heart. She wanted to have a taste of his cooking now.
It was easy to get through the waiting time.
When she got the braised pork, Chen Meilan relaxed, and Han Zhiming also relaxed.
Today, on her 70th birthday, his mother named the braised pork in the state-run restaurant as a must.
Now it seems that I really can eat.
Han Zhiming carefully placed his lunch box, took a long stride, pedaled his bicycle and left.
It's just his back... I feel a little anxious.
half past seven.
It's the time for the grand master of the state-owned hotel to leave work.
Li Gen doesn't know what he has done. He hasn't come back yet.
Su Qingfeng had no intention of waiting for him.
According to the unwritten rules, leftovers that are not sold out in state-owned hotels can be packed and taken home.
Of which... just half a pot of braised pork is left.
Su Qingfeng has nothing to dislike. Lin Mingliang is even more grateful to him. When packing, the big white rice was pressed again and again, and he wanted to be crushed into stone.
Even the half pot of braised pork was so eager to pour it into Su Qingfeng's lunch box that he refused to leave any soup.
Su Qingfeng watched, his eyelids jumping with him.
"All right, it will break the rules if you put it on again. I will go first, and you will go back early."
Su Qingfeng waved to them and strode towards the night.
As soon as he left, Lin Mingliang and Chen Meilan jumped up and rushed to the kitchen.
Both of them were not thin, but they squeezed into a door frame.
The two of them rushed to the iron pot, put out their hands together, and clamped a piece of fat, trembling, soft and tender braised meat with chopsticks.
The stew time of braised pork is just right. When the fat meat enters the mouth, it has a sense of satisfaction that melts in the mouth. After careful chewing, it also has a waxy taste.
Neither Chen Meilan nor Lin Mingliang said anything, and they were immersed in the wonderful enjoyment of this taste bud.
"Pa!"
Chen Meilan suddenly slapped her thigh, breaking the atmosphere.
She looked regretful. "Oh, I should have left Master Su before he left."
Lin Mingliang's cheeks are bulging, and his mouth is shiny. He doesn't care, "Why stay?"
"My mother-in-law is going to have a meal recently, and there is just a lack of a master. Master Su is just right!"
Lin Mingliang's eyes were dim, and he said wrongly, "Sister Lan, you don't think about me for such a good thing... They are all great masters. I'm just a vegetable cutter, and I have a family to support."
Chen Meilan looked up and down at him, a little disgusted, "When you can make such braised pork, I will come to you."
Lin Mingliang was silent.
Seeing that only the last piece of braised pork was left in the pot, Chen Meilan and Lin Mingliang looked at each other, and their momentum was even.
Just at this time, a pair of chopsticks stretched out from the air and firmly clamped the last piece of braised pork.
Bajiang.
It's Li Gen's special mouth for eating.
Lin Mingliang's anger flared up in his heart, and he drew back in an instant.
After a moment of silence, Li Gen's face was unpredictable, "Xiao Lin, this braised meat... did you make it?"
Lin Mingliang was very excited and said with a smile, "Master, can I do this? It's the new Master Su."
Whew.
Li Gen breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but only nodded slightly. "That's the same."
He thought that Lin Mingliang had learned braised pork in brown sauce from somewhere, and he had even compared him to his master.
Not bad, not bad
wait!
Master Su?
Su Qingfeng!
He cooked the braised meat?!
How old he is!
……
Su Qingfeng, who was walking in the town, did not know how shocked Li Gen was by the braised pork he left behind.
When he came to a path, he saw an old man in the dim light, knocking on his pipe, squatting on the ground, and occasionally smacking a dry pipe.
When he saw Su Qingfeng, the old man suddenly stood up and waved to him.
"My lord? It's black. Why did you come to the town“
Su Qingfeng quickly approached and looked at the old man. He looked at him carefully before he spoke.
The old man was not angry when his grandson talked about him. He smiled and said, "Your milk is wordy at home. I don't like to hear it. I come to the town to see you."
That's a lie.
But Su Qingfeng didn't break it down.
His smile was vague and real.
"Let's go, sir. I brought back some good things today. You should have a good taste."
The old man was walking on the road at night, supported by his grandson, and his heart pressed.
In the year of disaster, people said that such a fool was still lost, let Old Four Su have another one.
At that time, the Su family did not agree and was scolded as a fool.
Now it seems that all are fate.
This child will make great achievements in the future.
This is the return of gratitude ah!