Su Qingfeng made a quick decision. He took two eggs from the bottom of the chicken in front of the hospital, cut a handful of leeks from the private plot, and took his mother to the kitchen.
Looking at the rural stoves, Su Qingfeng felt a sense of intimacy.
Bai Jing seems nervous. Sitting on the small stool in front of the stove, she just feels uneasy.
"Breeze, are you hungry? When the milk comes back, my mother will cook for you... or wait?"
Su Qingfeng stared at the egg in his hand, and had already figured out 108 ways to kill it.
Leek eggs, Chinese toon eggs, fried bean eggs, scrambled tomato eggs
"Gulu."
Bai Jing subconsciously covers her stomach.
His face flushed slightly.
Su Qingfeng made a quick decision, holding two eggs in one hand, gently separating his fingers, and the clear egg white and bright yolk fell into the broken bowl.
He picked up a pair of chopsticks and began to beat eggs with great skill. The liquid collided and fused in the mixing process, gradually becoming a bowl of yellow egg liquid.
At this time, the iron pot was slightly hot, and when the water evaporated, it made a sound of Zila.
Su Qingfeng was about to pour out the oil pan when he saw that the bucket was slightly turbid, leaving only a small half of the oil bottle, and fell silent again.
Know that this year is difficult.
But when I experienced it personally, I didn't expect it would be so difficult.
He reduced the amount of oil again and again, carefully poured a small half spoon, and then cut off the leeks and sprinkled them into the iron pot.
When the chives are sauteed until the fragrance bursts, the eggs will slide into the pot and blend with the chives to fully wrap them.
In the case of extreme lack of seasoning, the only advantage of this fried leek egg is the pure natural leek and the eggs of domestic non feed chickens.
However, in just a few minutes, a bright and heartwarming fried egg with leeks was freshly baked.
Bai Jing is stunned.
She felt that when her son picked up the iron spoon, his whole temperament was different.
She took a look at the green leeks like jade, the yellow eggs like eggs, and the oily color. She swallowed her saliva subconsciously, and the tip of her nose stirred slightly.
It's delicious without tasting!
But Bai Jing felt a little pain.
How much oil does this dish consume.
She glanced at Su Qingfeng, and an idea flashed in her mind for the first time.
This black sheep!
Su Qingfeng didn't realize it. He bared his white teeth and smiled proudly. "Mom, try it! Look at your son's skill!"
Bai Jing looks at Su Qingfeng, and suddenly thinks of something, "Son, why do you suddenly cook? Still..." It's still very similar to the cook in the state-owned hotel.
Su Qingfeng was sure.
No matter how heavy my filter is, I can't deceive myself to this extent.
He is in the northeast at this time, and he happens to be in this era
Su Qingfeng thought in his heart, and his smile narrowed slightly. He said seriously, "Mother, have you heard of Huang Daxian?"
……
The days in Northeast China are short. When we started work, the sky was already dark.
On the mottled wall of the earth house, there is a gap between the years.
In the chimneys of a row of bungalows, smoke curls up gradually.
It seems that there is a feeling of quiet and good years.
Near the green brick house of the Su family, a thin old man came slowly with his pipe in his mouth and hands behind his back.
An old woman stood beside him, short and thin, with sunken cheeks and shrewd eyes.
Generally speaking, she is an old lady who doesn't look very kind.
Behind them, there are a group of people from Wu Yangyang. It looks like a big battle.
Suddenly, the old lady felt something was wrong and sniffed in the air.
Before she spoke, a little dry girl with dirty cheeks sucked her fingers and said excitedly, "Milk, I smell the taste of eggs! Do you want to eat eggs tonight?"
"Eggs and eggs! Eat your donkey's eggs!" The old lady answered angrily, "What a big face! You want to eat eggs this year! The landlord's life is not as beautiful as you!"
Under her untidy straw like hair, the little girl's eyes were bright. She didn't cry even after being scolded. She smiled and said, "What's the taste of milk and donkey eggs? Are they delicious?"
The old lady is too lazy to pay attention to this disgusting thing.
When she came to the yard, a strong and domineering smell of meat wafted into her nose.
She felt a clatter in her heart, her head turned quickly, and her eyes were staring at the empty chicken house.
Where is the shadow of an egg?
The old lady gave a cry and slapped her thigh. Her little feet walked fast and steadily, and the wind blew into the house.
As soon as I entered the room, I saw that there was a plate of fried eggs with leeks on the table.
Gulu.
She swallowed her saliva first.
Mommy, I've seen this leek egg before. Why is it not as delicious as this dish looks?
The old lady is a little tangled.
Should she scold the black sheep first, or should she taste the egg first?
Su Qingfeng looked at the little old lady coming, completely stunned.
Just because of the old lady's appearance, she has a nine point similar face to the grandmother in her memory.
If you insist on saying what is different, the little old lady in front of you should be more black, thin and shriveled.
She was like a candle swaying in the wind and ready to go out.
In a flash, after Su Qingfeng came to this era, all the confusion disappeared completely, and the whole heart was bright, as if there was hope.
He shouted happily, "Milk!"
The old lady looked at him, her expression was a little complicated.
How could she not care about Sifang's only child?
But the fourth one is really generous.
When Qingfeng was foolish, he and his fourth wife refused to have another one.
Seeing that the incense burner in Sifang was going to be broken, the old lady was not without complaints.
But who would have thought that the world would turn around, and there would be a time when the baby would wake up.
The old lady had a thousand turns in her heart.
It's just that her personality is like this. Even though her heart is so excited, plus so many days of buffer, she looks calm.
The tight corners of her lips smoothed slightly, and in the end, she gave an insipid "um".
Just looking back, looking at that dish of leek eggs with excellent appearance, my anger rose again.
"It's not enough to live? Who put so much oil in a bowl of vegetables? No ticket for oil, no money? The fourth daughter-in-law, I didn't say you......"
"Milk, I made it."
Su Qingfeng suddenly spoke.
"So... what?! When did you cook?"
"Don't you just take a spatula to fry vegetables?"
Su Qingfeng takes it for granted.
Just as the old lady was about to open her mouth, Su Qingfeng was very quick. He picked up a scrambled egg and put it in her mouth.
Food is so precious these days.
Not to mention oil and eggs.
Afraid of falling on the ground, the old lady immediately closed her mouth and chewed the scrambled egg wrapped with leeks.
As soon as she ate it, she wanted to swallow her tongue.
She hasn't eaten leek and eggs before. It's the first time she has tasted such delicious food.
There is a faint fragrance in the oil. The eggs are soft and the leeks are sweet. When you bite them, the pure oil and water burst. After eating one piece, you can only feel the fragrance on your lips and teeth, without the smell of leeks.
This... This is really delicious!
It's so delicious that she can't say harsh words.
The old lady couldn't help thinking:
State run hotels... is that it?