Return to the era: starting from the state-owned hotel

Zhang Limin felt warm in his heart when he heard Su Qingfeng say this.

Even though there was a cold wind blowing outside and his face was chapped by the wind, Zhang Limin couldn't feel the cold at this moment.

He looked at Su Qingfeng and suddenly smiled, "Qingfeng, I want to eat the dumplings you made."

Su Qingfeng looked at his dusty face, which could not hide the haggard face of vicissitudes of life, and couldn't help but smile, "Let's eat it. What kind of stuffing do you want to eat? There is also a tank of sauerkraut at home, and I just got a piece of pork belly today. I will make sauerkraut for you then. Dumplings stuffed with pork. I'll fry them in lard for you to make a plate of oily dumplings, which will taste delicious in your mouth."

What Su Qingfeng said made even the New Year greeter next to him couldn't help but salivate - he was so greedy.

He was still distributing rice and noodles, but when he heard about things like pickled cabbage and pork stuffing, dumplings, and oily noodles, he almost weighed the rice and noodles wrong. Fortunately, he was discovered and made up for the missing weight.

Seeing that it was almost time to get off work, Zhang Limin didn't want to go home now, so he simply found a corner, where a tall man huddled up in grievance, trying to smoke, but the matches were all polished, and he saw a The surrounding environment was such that the matches were extinguished.

He was leaning against the wall, holding a cigarette in his mouth without lighting it, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

As a result, he waited and waited. When it got dark, Su Qingfeng turned around and saw that Zhang Limin had fallen asleep leaning against the wall at some unknown time.

He shook Zhang Limin awake, and Zhang Limin first parked the truck, then rode his bicycle and drove home with Su Qingfeng.

Li Ran got off work early today.

She stood by the kitchen stove, staring at the water in the pot as if she was in danger. There were fine bubbles on the edge of the pot, gurgling, and she was holding something similar to a cookbook in her hand.

"Braised eggplant, two eggplants, appropriate amounts of minced coriander, appropriate amounts of minced onions, ginger, and garlic, a little refined salt and MSG, appropriate amounts of sugar and soy sauce..."

Li Ran looked at the recipe, and the more he looked down, the more he couldn't help but frown.

After all, she graduated from high school, worked in a newspaper, and was considered a cultural person.

But...why are recipes like a bible to her?

What is the right amount?

What is a little?

Can't you clearly indicate how many grams of seasoning should be used?

Li Ran puffed up his face, a little angry.

She thought about it for a while, but it was still a bit raw. She cut the eggplant diagonally, put it in a bowl, and steamed it until it was halfway cooked.

Li Ran still knows what medium rare means.

Just poke it with chopsticks and you can poke it into the eggplant.

Probably?

Li Ran took advantage of this moment to knit wool in his hands.

It can be seen that Li Ran's movements gradually changed from stumbling to skillful.

The knitting look gradually became more mature.

It's just... While typing, Li Ran suddenly sighed, put down the knitting in his hand, and measured her belly and waist. The smile on his face couldn't help but fall.

"I haven't eaten much either... Why do I feel like I've gained a lot of weight recently?"

Li Ran was a little unhappy and wanted to control her food intake, but the next second, there was another roar in her stomach.

Li Ran sighed, forget it, tomorrow, starting from tomorrow, she will eat less.

At this moment, the voices of two men suddenly came from outside.

One of the voices was clearly Su Qingfeng.

Just in time, the eggplant is also cooked at this point.

……

When Su Qingfeng came home, she lifted the curtain and opened the door. The fire in the house was burning brightly and it was warm. As soon as she entered the house, people couldn't help but shiver in comfort.

Looking at the polished square Eight Immortals table, the interesting and sentimental vase, as well as the green branches and light yellow flowers inserted obliquely in the vase, Zhang Limin couldn't help but give a thumbs up and smiled at Su Qingfeng:

"Qingfeng, you still have good taste. Your wife is well married. Whether she can work is secondary. What is important is whether she feels sorry for others. This is how a couple must live their lives, supporting each other and helping each other..."

As he spoke, Zhang Limin suddenly became silent.

He spoke clearly to Su Qingfeng, but what about himself?

Zhang Limin no longer wants to dwell on what happened in the past.

When people live their lives, they have to look forward. For a man to always worry about the past and a woman, this is something he cannot afford to let go of.

Even though he said that, only a few days had passed, and Zhang Limin still felt a little uncomfortable.

Response!

As if Su Qingfeng didn't notice his unnatural pause, he looked away and changed the topic with a smile, "Didn't you talk about making dumplings stuffed with pickled cabbage and pork? Come on, let's prepare the noodles first. I'm going to eat some today. A meal of white flour dumplings.”

White flour dumplings?

Li Ran poked his head out of the kitchen, his dark pupils looking bright, "I'm here to help!"

Facts have proved that although Li Ran can't cook, she is not a kitchen killer. She just lacks guidance.

Zhang Limin was covered in tendons and had no energy to use. Su Qingfeng saw that he still had the energy to think, so she simply asked him to knead the dough.

The room was already hot, and he was still wearing a cotton-padded jacket and doing strenuous work with his hands. After a while, Zhang Limin had fine beads of sweat flowing down his forehead.

When Li Ran saw this, he took a towel and whispered a few words to Su Qingfeng, as if he had made a decision. Then he walked outside the door and shouted into the two courtyards next to him.

On this cold day, almost everyone stayed indoors. No one was looking for trouble, so the surroundings were eerily quiet for a while, with only Li Ran's voice remaining.

Fortunately, after a while, Jiang Feng and Lin Duanyang both ran out.

Jiang Feng still held a pen and a notebook in his hand, which were filled with dense formulas. Because it was dark and the handwriting could not be seen clearly, Li Ran took a glance at them and did not read them.

Lin Duanyang, on the other hand, was smoky when he came out. He seemed to be cooking too, with a bowl of hand-rolled thick round noodles in his hand.

Li Ran sniffed, and the air was filled with the aroma of oil. Moreover, the oil was not like ordinary rapeseed oil. It should be lard made from fat meat fried in a pan.

Lard is just more fragrant than rapeseed oil.

Lin Duanyang seemed to notice Li Ran's eyes, and he was very mean-spirited. He picked out a few noodles with uneaten chopsticks, and the poached eggs and sauced pork ribs hidden under the noodles suddenly leaked out.

Paired with green vegetables, this bowl of sauced pork ribs and vegetable noodles looks extremely tempting.

Even if he didn't see it up close, Li Ran could tell with his sensitive sense of smell just by smell, this bowl of noodles... must be delicious.

Lin Duanyang seemed to be able to see Li Ran's burning eyes and said with a smile, "Xiao Li, call your man out and come to our place to eat noodles?"

Li Ran shook his head, "Brother Lin, Xiao Feng, today we are making dumplings stuffed with pickled cabbage and pork, and lard fried in oil. The kang table in the house has been cleared, just waiting for you to come and eat."

When Lin Duanyang heard this, he was still a little surprised. He was stunned for a moment, then smiled again and said cheerfully, "Okay. We just made a pot of noodles here, so it's just right to share it. Xiao Li, go inside and wait. Come on, I'll call Xiao Song and Lao Zhou over right away." Jiang Feng was a little embarrassed to come to eat dumplings at first.

You know, those are white flour dumplings.

However, he saw that Lin Duanyang agreed. If he refused, he might hurt Li Ran's face.

Jiang Feng thought about it and finally came up with a solution.

He imitated Lin Duanyang, "Sister, today I made poached eggs with green peppers and a bowl of corn and ribs soup. I'll bring them over later and let's eat together!"

After saying that, he ran back to the house quickly for fear that Li Ran would disagree.

In the room.

Professor Tang looked at the two bowls of food in front of him and hesitated to move his chopsticks.

this kid!

On the surface, he sighed, but in reality, his eyes were smiling. He put away all the dishes on the dinner table, led Jiang Feng to the yard of Su Qingfeng's house, and knocked on the door.

Seeing Jiang Feng looking around with excitement, Professor Tang felt a little uncomfortable.

Jiang Feng is indeed a good kid.

Able to endure hardship, do things quickly, and focus on study, he is a good seedling.

It's a pity that because of his identity, he has been alone for so many years. Except for a few of them, he only has a few words with Su Qingfeng.

Professor Tang laughed secretly in his heart.

what is this?

Do you want to make friends for the New Year?

When I opened the door, I met the people next door - Song Jinxiu and his party.

As soon as you enter.

The aroma of sauerkraut stir-fried in hot oil instantly overflowed.

When Su Qingfeng added the minced pork belly and stir-fried it, the oil burst out and made a "sizzling" sound. Just listening to the sound made people salivate. .

As for the other side, the white and tender dough quickly fermented and expanded rapidly under the heat of the fire wall.

Li Ran has also made dumplings at home, and it is not unfamiliar to him when it comes to making dumplings.

Zhang Limin saw that her movements were slow, but the dumplings she made were small. Looking at the chubby and strange-looking dumplings in his hand, Zhang Limin coughed uncomfortably.

Just at this time, Lin Duanyang walked in and saw the dumplings on the table. As a former master of Shandong cuisine, he couldn't help but feel a little disgusted: "At first glance, it was made by an old man, and the dumplings are too ugly. A little bit…”

Zhang Limin chuckled. He was still a little guilty and was afraid that Su Qingfeng would say something about him.

But now, before Su Qingfeng talked about him, an old man whom he didn't know very well started talking about him.

His eyes widened, "You old comrade is so funny, you are so capable, why don't you give me a try?"

Lin Duanyang glanced at him and said nothing.

Just when Zhang Limin thought that he had nothing to say and had given up, Lin Duanyang stepped forward, squeezed him away, wiped his hands, then flipped his hands around, like a butterfly through flowers, and rolled out the dough one by one and stuffed it into the dough. Add freshly fried, half-cooked sauerkraut and pork stuffing, and then wrap it into an ingot shape. It looks small and delicate, making people feel full of appetite.

Zhang Limin opened his mouth and was speechless.

Who would have known that this old man who looked like a plain old man could actually have such a skill.

Zhang Limin's moves were very vicious.

This old comrade might have been a master chef before, but now he is down on his luck and a bit down. Although he lives in the county, Zhang Limin can see his rough experience from his weathered face.

The key point is that after making the dumplings, Lin Duanyang glanced at Zhang Limin, imitating his previous behavior, and said with some disgust, "You're just tall, but not smart. You can't even make dumplings. How can you find someone like you?" daughter in law?"

He kept talking, and Lin Duanyang hit Zhang Limin's sore spot.

He glanced at Lin Duanyang without saying a word, then walked to a corner and took out something wrapped in gray cloth. When the cloth was unfolded, everyone discovered that there was actually a small bottle of liquor inside the cloth.

This liquor seems to have no packaging. It should be the liquor that Zhang Limin collected somewhere.

Su Qingfeng was in the kitchen, putting the previously wrapped dumplings into the pot and cooking them, and then used a homemade sieve to take out the dumplings.

When he heard the silence outside, he took a plate of cooked dumplings, opened the door curtain and walked out.

"What's wrong? Why aren't you talking?" Su Qingfeng heard the conversation outside because of his keen senses, and knew that the atmosphere was a little tense, but this did not prevent him from greeting the guests.

Especially when he saw the liquor in Zhang Limin's hand, Su Qingfeng deliberately smiled and changed the subject, "They say dumplings are all about wine, and the more you eat, the better. Brother Limin, you came prepared."

The dumplings were ready, and someone in the room felt a roar in their stomach.

Lin Duanyang seemed to realize that he might have said something wrong before.

He wanted to apologize, but couldn't find the time to apologize.

Su Qingfeng greeted, "Hey, where are the sauced pork ribs noodles? It smells so good! Uncle Lin, you are really good at making sauced pork ribs. Can I trade the bacon with you?"

Lin Duanyang was also curious about the bacon made by Su Qingfeng, and now he was interested in finding a way to go down the steps, so he agreed without even thinking about it.

After all the dumplings were taken out, everyone suddenly realized that the Kang table originally prepared was too small. Not only could so many people not sit there, but they could not hold so many dumplings. The last group of people moved the dumplings to the square table. Come up.

Because of the fire wall, it's not too cold even if you sit on a stool.

Everyone sat around the table, and there were a large bowl of noodles, a large bowl of green peppers, poached eggs, and a pot of corn ribs soup.

To be honest, Su Qingfeng felt that these dishes were enough for everyone.

But when the center of the dining table was filled with dumplings, smelling the aroma wafting in the air, even Professor Tang couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Su Qingfeng didn't do anything formal.

Except for Jiang Feng, everyone poured a small glass of white wine, and then the white wine bottle was completely empty.

Immediately afterwards, Su Qingfeng picked up a dumpling and put it in Li Ran's bowl.

After one bite, the soft and waxy white noodles were bitten, the lard overflowed from the inside, and the flavors of pickled cabbage and minced meat merged into one in an instant... (End of this chapter)