Song Tan's Notes

Although the plumbing shop owner had agreed that he would be paid for the work, he felt bad about keeping the plumber watching over things indefinitely since the plumber had already done so much for him.

Therefore, Song Tan also gave him a bunch of skewers.

Ouch!
This made the plumbing company owner extremely happy!

He was running around here, busy as a bee, partly because he really wanted to make the most of the money, and partly because it smelled so good.

If you sit there for just two minutes, you'll start drooling; it looks so undignified.

I never expected this! I'm being asked to eat and take things with me. I feel so embarrassed!

But even with that thought in mind, her hand moved swiftly.

Now, sitting there like a hamster eating grass, slowly and carefully savoring each bite, it's no different from enjoying a peach.

He glanced to the side unintentionally and was startled by Old Zhao's wary expression. Realizing what was happening, he looked in the same direction, and then became even more alert.

"Oh dear, you're not thinking something because it's too noisy here, are you!"

These days, people are restless, so they try their best to avoid getting into trouble with others, otherwise, if their emotions get the better of them...

Gee tut.

He muttered to himself, then turned and put the skewers on a plate. He stood up and urged everyone to move the tables and chairs to a blind spot in front of them...

"The smoke is less here!"

Everyone was a little confused, but a few camping tables weren't anything big, and they were over in no time.

Old Zhao saw this and felt even more that this brother was worth getting to know better.

Only Master Zhou, after touching his already somewhat full stomach and still feeling a bit hungry, looked at the remaining ingredients and couldn't help but feel conflicted.

The meat is mostly digested, and it's easy to eat too much of these grilled skewers without even realizing it.

The problem is, tonight a bunch of grown men were doing embroidery like Zhang Fei, meticulously tearing apart water chestnut stalks, because they were thinking about having a late-night snack, so Master Chai didn't cook much of it.

They were brought here originally with the intention of having a barbecue and then finishing with fried rice, but judging from how much they're going to eat and drink tonight—

"If I make another spicy and sour water chestnut stem fried rice, can you still eat it?"

He felt a pang of heartache: This stuff feels different after being left overnight.

He tasted the water chestnut stems, in particular, and found them to be less outstanding than the other vegetables. He also worried that if they were left out overnight, they wouldn't be fresh enough, and that no one would want to eat them the next day.

Next time, we should talk to them more; if they can't finish it in one meal, they shouldn't cook so much.

Before anyone could answer, Song Tan made the decision: "Let's cook it!"

She's very experienced in dealing with leftovers: "If we can't finish it tonight, we can reheat it tomorrow morning. That will save Master Chai some trouble, and since Master Zhou is tired today, you can rest well tomorrow morning."

"You guys don't mind eating leftovers, do you?"

Everyone shook their heads.

Oh dear, they look forward to leftover noodles, let alone leftover rice. We don't have that many fuss about food!

Qiaoqiao reached out expectantly: "Can the leftover fried rice be left on the stove to dry into fried rice?"

That's what Seventh Uncle did before.

The vegetable pieces were dried out, as were the meat pieces, and the rice grains were firm and crisp, yet with a slight chewiness in the middle.

It's a bit strong in flavor when eaten as a snack, but it's exceptionally salty and fragrant, much more fragrant than the packaged fried rice from the supermarket.

Qiaoqiao even vaguely remembers that when she was a child, this stuff could be put in her pocket and taken out one by one to savor its flavor.

Of course, they used less material back then, so there probably wasn't much oil. If we put it like that now, the washing machine won't be able to clean it.

What's wrong with that?

Chef Zhou immediately agreed. However, after frying the rice, they would have to clean up the pot and stove, and then put it in the guesthouse kitchen when they got back, where they could slowly roast it over charcoal.

Master Zhou wielded his large ladle with great confidence.

……

The finest ingredients often require only the simplest cooking methods.

Chef Zhou used to cook in a hotel, and he inevitably had to use some ingredients to enhance the flavor.

But ever since Chang Le Ju changed its ingredients, all of those have become superfluous.

So he followed a group of experienced masters back to simplicity.

Now all you need to do is cut the water chestnut stems into small pieces, blanch them quickly, and then rinse them in cold water and drain them.

Eggs were being cracked here, garlic was being minced there, and chili peppers were being sliced ​​into rings. Two large pots of rice that had been brought from home were being loosened up...

Here we put the big iron pot we used for stewing back on, the hot pot and cold oil sizzling and heating...

As the egg mixture was poured in, it quickly expanded and released its aroma. Even while everyone was still eating, they couldn't help but take another deep breath!

It smells so good! It smells so good!

And thinking about how delicious this smells, and how they'll be eating it soon... they're living such a blissful life!
Yunfeng even understood Lu Chuan's choice in that instant!

He originally thought that although the Song family's things were good, it was still a remote, impoverished mountain village, and there was no need for Lu Chuan to settle there.

Anyway, transportation is convenient; it only takes a few hours by plane or high-speed rail. Even if he comes to eat here every week, it's not a luxury for him.

But after eating like this for a few days now, he doesn't even dare to think about how he will face an ordinary life when he returns to the capital!
Is eating it every few days the same as eating it every day?

at this point……

He and his wife exchanged a glance, both of them having the courage to go all out and eat their fill.

The other person was wearing a loose skirt today, while he kept tugging at the elastic band of his athletic shorts, trying to loosen it a bit.

Otherwise, if he goes back at night with deep, deep marks there, wouldn't it make him seem like a glutton?
The most tempting moment is when the pickled peppers are added to the pot and stir-fried!

The sour and spicy aroma, combined with the unique fresh scent of water chestnut stems, simmered in the steaming iron pot, filling the surroundings with this peculiar fragrance. Even Song Dafang, who was secretly observing from the doorway, couldn't help but take a deep breath!

At that moment, all thoughts vanished from my mind; my eyes were fixed on the pot, and I longed to rush forward, snatch it, and run away.

Dr. Guo was in even more pain!

Logically speaking, as a senior practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine, she shouldn't be eating late-night snacks.

Logically speaking, one shouldn't eat too much.

She's already 100% full, but she still wants another big bowl of rice. What should she do? Even if the hawthorn balls are amazing, her stomach needs room to fill them first, right?
While the steaming fried rice was being stir-fried, passersby quietly turned the corner in the alley next door.

The other person took two steps and then froze in place, then, like a hamster sniffing, was vaguely drawn to the place.

Seeing the bustling scene, my mind was instantly occupied by my stomach, and I rushed to the stove: "Master, give me a bowl of fried rice."

Master Zhou was stunned for a moment.

He then shook his head and said, "We're not in business."

???

The young man never expected this answer!

He glanced at the other diners around him, then at the fully equipped wok, the large iron stove, and even the beverage containers…

But it had everything except the table, which was a home-use camping table, and there was no payment code.

The young man blinked, quick-witted: "Then why don't you start a business now?" (End of Chapter)