Food: Taking the twins to kindergarten to be chefs

the other side.

Around the Doraemi Kindergarten, passers-by and drivers witnessed a scene that left them baffled.

A group of elderly people over 60 are running on the sidewalk at an astonishing speed.

Some passers-by who were walking together couldn't help but whisper to each other:

"Is there any special sale at the nearby supermarket tonight?"

"I haven't heard of it. If there is such a good deal, how could I not know about it!"

"That's right, I didn't receive any flyers from the supermarket either. That's strange."

Just as everyone was discussing, the voices of the old people came to my ears:
"Hurry, hurry, hurry, the Doraemi Kindergarten is just ahead..."

"Where is the food stand in the garden? Why can't I see it?"

"It's said to be at the corner of the garden gate. Why don't you look for it?"

"..."

After hearing these conversations, some passers-by immediately captured two key pieces of information: one was the "Doraemi Kindergarten" and the other was the "food stall" in the kindergarten.

Of course, they are familiar with the "Doraemi Kindergarten" and are not unfamiliar with it.

So...

They suddenly became interested and came forward curiously, asking, "Uncle, what kind of food stall is this?"

Hearing such a question, many uncles were subconsciously prepared to refuse to answer, but Uncle Ding was kind-hearted and told the story right away:

"You don't know... it's the Doraimi Kindergarten that held a 'fruit and vegetable food sale' at the entrance of the kindergarten. The kindergarten's chef Huang personally taught the children how to make delicious food! I heard that the spinach steamed cake is especially delicious. I was planning to go and take a look and buy some to try!"

After hearing this, the other uncles on the side couldn't help but give Uncle Ding a helpless look, as if silently blaming him: You just said it so bluntly, isn't it obvious that you are adding more competitors to yourself? Old Ding, you are so stupid...

Uncle Ding understood the other uncles' expressions in seconds, and when he saw the passers-by, they all showed eager expressions: "..."

Saying.

Is it still too late for him to take back what he just said?
But once words are spoken, they cannot be spilled...

It’s too late to undo what has been done!
Got~
Uncle Ding could only face all this with a wry smile.

Then he quickly quickened his pace and ran. As long as he could run ahead of these young people, would he still be afraid of not being able to buy it?
"Hurry up and keep running, don't dawdle... If we get there too late and the stalls are closed, our trip will be in vain!" Uncle Ding urged loudly while running.

These words were like an electric current that instantly stimulated the vitality of the uncles. They all sped up and followed closely behind Uncle Ding.

The steps are very vigorous...

I almost ran away...

It's not an exaggeration to praise him as "the old man like the wind"...

This scene completely overturned the previous stereotype of young pedestrians that the elderly are slow in movement. They opened their eyes wide, their faces full of disbelief, their surprise was beyond words, and their jaws almost dropped.

"I'm going~"

The young people were amazed: "Have all these uncles been given a shot of chicken blood? They are so vigorous!"

The brief moment of astonishment was fleeting, and then they were deeply moved by the vigorous energy that continued to grow. They joined the running group without hesitation, and their hearts were filled with infinite longing and yearning for the legendary food in the Dorami Garden...

As we all know, the food at Doraemi Kindergarten is famous, and its aroma is enough to make people salivate.

now.

An unexpected opportunity to satisfy your appetite suddenly appears before you, how can you easily miss it?
what?
The food activities held in the kindergarten were not prepared by Chef Huang Jun alone, but under his guidance, the children.

Oh, these are all important.

Seeing the uncles running with all their might, you know the taste must be good.

After all, the information from the elderly is the most informed and reliable!
Besides, these little kids in the garden are not even as tall as the stove, what can they do?

At most, I can just help out and give a hand.

The real work still has to be done by Chef Huang.

Then...they told others that Chef Huang taught the kids how to make it personally.

But no matter what, as long as it tastes good, who cares how it’s promoted!

Everyone understood this logic in their hearts, and everyone had a sly smile on their face that said, "Hey, so that's how it is."

only…

When everyone arrived at the gate of Doraemi Kindergarten panting, they were stunned by the scene before them.

There was complete silence at the entrance to the park and its surroundings. None of the food stalls that we had been expecting were there, as if they had never existed.

If it weren't for the alluring fragrance lingering in the air, and if it weren't for the six big words "Doraemi Kindergarten" clearly visible, they would almost doubt whether they had come to the wrong place.

"Eh? Is this the closing time?"

"Look at it, that should be it, right?!"

"Ah, it seems we are still a step late after all..."

"..."

The old men looked at each other, and the expectations on their faces were gradually replaced by helplessness.

But they were not willing to give up and looked around, hoping to find some missing clues.

Some people even ran to the kindergarten's guard room and asked Uncle Li anxiously: "Hello, I heard that your kindergarten is holding a 'fruit and vegetable food sale' event, so I came here specially to buy some, but I didn't see any food stalls. Is it over?"

Uncle Li, who was just about to get off work, was stunned for a moment when he saw this group of people coming out of nowhere, but he quickly reacted and responded with a hint of apology and politeness: "Yes, the event is over, the stalls have been packed up, and the teachers have all gone off work. Please go back. I'm sorry to have made you come here for nothing."

Hey!
It's really all over...

After hearing this answer, the only hope left in the hearts of the uncles was shattered like a bubble. They couldn't help but blame themselves and lament that they were unlucky and had no luck to enjoy this blessing, so they missed it...

But there is no way...

Once missed, it is missed. No amount of regret can change the status quo.

Just have to wait for the next opportunity...

Everyone looked disappointed and responded politely: "Oh, thank you. Then may I ask, when will such a food event be held again?"

"I'm not sure about that!" Uncle Li thought for a moment and said, "It's usually held once a semester, but the exact date is not certain. It depends on the arrangement of the kindergarten."

"Is that so? Okay, we got it. Thank you..."

Everyone reluctantly accepted this fact.

They comforted each other and decided to get the news earlier next time so as not to miss such delicious food again.

Afterwards, they dispersed and went back to their homes.

On the road.

Uncle Ding's steps seemed a little heavy. He kept muttering to himself, and was quite dissatisfied with Uncle Yang's "negligence".

If Uncle Yang had revealed the news earlier, or simply taken him with him, how could he have missed it and ended up waiting another half a year?
Saying.

If he goes to Uncle Yang's house as a guest now, can he taste the mouth-watering spinach steamed cake?
I guess it’s difficult…

At this time, those delicious spinach steamed cakes may have already become food in their family’s stomachs.

It seems that he has no chance!

"This old man Yang is really mean!" Uncle Ding felt more and more annoyed the more he thought about it. He muttered to himself with an unhappy face: "Tomorrow when I play chess, I have to change the way I play and play the game of flicking heads. I must let him taste the power of my "fingers flicking magic". If I don't flick his head full of lumps, I won't be named Ding."

"Ah-"

Grandpa Yang, who was sitting at the table with his family preparing to have dinner, couldn't help but sneeze loudly.

"Dad, are you okay? Did you catch a cold because of the strong wind outside?" Yang Xinrou immediately cast a concerned look at him.

Aunt Yang looked worried and started to mutter, "I told you a long time ago that the weather is getting colder. Don't go out in the evening. Even if you go out, you should wear more clothes. You look like you have a cold, don't you? How about I make you some ginger soup to warm you up?"

"Haha, it's okay, I'm fine!" Grandpa Yang smiled brightly and waved his hand to signal everyone not to worry: "Maybe it's an old friend who is talking about me! Come on, don't just stand there, continue eating, eat..."

……

"Ding~"

A crisp sound accompanied the slow opening of the elevator door. Huang Jun gently held Qingqing and Weiwei's tender little hands, walked out of the elevator lightly, and stepped into his own warm home.

He stretched out his hand habitually, his fingertips jumping on the combination lock, and after a string of numbers, the door opened and slid silently to the side.

A family of three filed in.

"Ah... it's so good to be home..."

Weiwei's little face was filled with the joy of returning home.

Huang Jun couldn't help but raise a gentle arc at the corner of his mouth. He bent down and took out two pairs of small slippers from the shoe cabinet, carefully changed them for the two little ones, and asked gently: "Qingqing, Weiwei, Daddy will make you noodles with soybean paste tonight, okay?"

When Weiwei heard this, her eyes lit up immediately, and she clapped her hands happily and cheered, "Great, as long as it's made by daddy, I like it..."

Qingqing was standing aside. Although she didn't say anything immediately, her shining eyes had already betrayed her thoughts. She nodded vigorously, as if to say: Me too, the food cooked by my father is always the best!

"Okay, let's have noodles with soybean paste tonight."

Huang Jun quickly changed his shoes and hurried into the kitchen. After washing his hands, he put on an apron and sleeves, and took out all the necessary ingredients from the refrigerator.

At this time.

Qingqing and Weiwei ran over with their short legs, stood at the door, poked their heads out, and looked into the kitchen with their big round eyes. They said in a baby voice, "Daddy, can we help?"

"Of course! Come on, help Dad pick the bean sprouts, and remove the leaves from the celery, okay?"

Huang Jun said this as he put on cute little overalls for them both.

"Okay!"

The two little guys nodded their heads and started working quickly.

It is not to be mentioned that after this period of training, the two children have become qualified little kitchen helpers. They are very good at their work.

Huang Jun felt relieved, took out the high-gluten flour from the cupboard, gently poured it into a large bowl, and then sprinkled in a pinch of table salt. This step not only makes the noodles taste more chewy, but also adds a hint of salty flavor.

He reached out and mixed the flour and salt together, making a slight rustling sound...

Then, he slowly poured clear cold water into the flour and stirred it deftly with chopsticks. The water and flour gradually merged into tiny pieces of dough.
He reached out and gradually gathered the dough together, kneading it until it became a slightly rough dough.

As Huang Jun kneaded the dough patiently, the dough seemed to be given life in his hands, gradually becoming smooth and elastic, with a delicate luster like silk on the surface.

At this point, the dough is perfectly kneaded.

Huang Jun smiled with satisfaction, then found a clean cloth, covered the dough with it, and let it rise quietly for 20 minutes.

"Dad, I've picked the celery leaves!"

Qingqing handed the picked celery leaves to Huang Jun, her little face full of anticipation for praise.

"Dad, the bean sprouts are ready!"

Weiwei held the picked bean sprouts in her palm, with an expression of "Please praise me" on her little face.

“Awesome!”

Huang Jun gave the children two thumbs up and gave them the most sincere praise.

Then, he said gently: "You guys go out and play first, and dad will call you when you are done..."

"Mmmmm~"

The two little guys nodded obediently and ran out of the kitchen with their thin legs.

Huang Jun smiled, silently withdrew his gaze, and began to wash the various side dishes needed for the noodles with soybean paste one by one and placed them neatly on the chopping board.

"Chop chop chop..."

Under his exquisite knife skills, the radish gradually turned into thin and even strands. They were stacked layer by layer on the chopping board, like an exquisite and small golden pagoda, and each strand sparkled with crystal luster.

Soon after, green garlic and ginger could not escape his "clutches". With a light touch of the blade, the green leaves instantly turned into fine crumbs, and the ginger pieces were also chopped into ginger powder. The unique spicy and fragrant taste intertwined together and instantly filled the entire kitchen.

The celery was not to be outdone, and was precisely cut into tiny cubes under his knife, each one was plump and full.

The cucumber was not spared either. He skillfully cut it into even thin strands, which lay quietly in the basin along with the shredded radish and diced celery.

"Chop chop chop~"

He cut the front leg meat on the chopping board into about 6 cm long pieces, then cut them into cm thick slices one by one, and then carefully cut them into cm strips, and finally into cm cubes.

After all is done...

He put the homemade dry yellow sauce into a large bowl, added an appropriate amount of water, and stirred gently with a spoon until the dry sauce gradually relaxed and turned into a delicate and smooth sauce.

This step is crucial because the melted yellow sauce will be easier to stir-fry and can blend evenly with other ingredients to release a richer aroma.

If the dry yellow paste is not melted in advance, it will be difficult to stir-fry after being put into the pan, and it will be difficult to release its unique aroma.

After dissolving the yellow paste, he poured a spoonful of salad oil into the pot. The oil slowly spread on the bottom of the pot, forming a thin protective film, which effectively prevented the ingredients from sticking together during stir-frying.

He put the star anise into cold oil, then turned on a low heat and simmered it for 3 minutes, allowing the aroma of the star anise to be awakened by the oil and slowly penetrate into every inch of the oil molecules.

After the star anise is fried, he takes it out and discards it to avoid affecting the taste.

He deftly slid the diced meat into the pot of boiling hot oil.

moment.

The diced meat and the hot oil in the pot embraced each other warmly, making a continuous and tempting "sizzling" sound.

From time to time, he gently turned the diced meat with a spatula so that each piece could be heated evenly.

As the cooking progresses, the diced meat slowly shrinks in the pot, and a tempting burnt coating gradually forms on the surface, which is golden and crispy, while the inside still retains that heart-warming tenderness and juiciness.

At this time, Huang Jun added the already melted dry yellow sauce, as well as fresh minced ginger and chopped green onions.

As the sauce and diced meat mixed, a rich aroma of sauce gradually filled the kitchen.

The spatula in his hand shuttled back and forth in the pot, which not only prevented the sauce from burning, but also allowed the deliciousness of the diced meat and the mellowness of the sauce to be fully blended.

As time goes by…

The sauce gradually becomes glossy and attractive, the color is deep and shiny, and the aroma becomes more mellow and rich.

at last.

It's time to serve.

Huang Jun waved his hand and sprinkled the remaining scallion segments into the pot, adding the final touch of green to this delicious dish.

As he gently stir-fried it a few times, a pot of fried sauce with delicious color, aroma and taste was ready.

He scooped it out and set it aside.

Then he poured clean water into another pot and waited patiently for the water temperature to gradually rise.

When the boiling water was completely boiling, he threw the mung bean sprouts, celery and green beans into the pot.
After blanching, use a strainer to scoop out the vegetables one by one and place them on a plate for later use.

He boiled water again, preparing to cook the noodles later.

Then, take the dough out of the bowl and gently place it on a cutting board sprinkled with corn flour.

This layer of corn flour is like a delicate protective layer. It will not penetrate into the dough and affect its taste, and can easily fall off during the subsequent rolling and cutting process, keeping the dough fresh and non-sticky.

He picked up the rolling pin.

Gently press the rolling pin and slowly push the dough to stretch out in all directions until it turns into a wide, thin crust.

He slowly rolled up the dough from one end, pressing it down as he rolled.

This process is repeated several times until the dough has a satisfactory uniform thickness.

After turning the dough over, he continues rolling it until the thickness reaches the ideal 2.5 mm.

At this time.

He used the rolling pin again to skillfully roll up the dough, and then carefully folded it into an appropriate width, which not only facilitated the subsequent cutting operation but also ensured the uniformity and beauty of the noodles' width.

After folding it, he picked up a sharp knife.

As the blade slid across the dough, it left neat cuts that were exactly four millimeters wide.

Spread out the top two layers of the cut noodles, lift them lightly with your hands, and then shake them gently. The corn flour attached to the noodles will fall off, leaving only the white and fresh noodles.

at the same time.

The water in the pot on another stove was already boiling. Huang Jun put the prepared noodles into the pot and gently stirred them with chopsticks to prevent them from sticking.

The noodles are rolled in boiling water and gradually become soft and elastic.

A few minutes later…

When the noodles were cooked, he quickly scooped them out with a strainer, drained them, and then divided them into several large bowls.

Next, add some chopped cucumber and carrot shreds, as well as blanched green beans, chopped celery, and mung bean sprouts to add a fresh color to the bowl of noodles, and then add some fried mixed sauce.

Let’s live together!
"Qingqing, Weiwei, wash your hands, it's time to eat..."

Huang Jun called gently, holding out bowls of steaming hot noodles with delicious flavor and color, and slowly walked out of the kitchen.

At the dining table, two little figures had already sat upright, smiling at Huang Jun, "Dad, our hands are already clean, and we're just waiting for you to start eating."

When they saw the noodles with various side dishes, their eyes immediately sparkled with surprise and they exclaimed: "Wow, this noodles with soybean paste looks so good... There are green cucumber shreds, red radish shreds, and green beans..."

Huang Jun looked at the innocent smiling faces of the children, with endless warmth in his heart. He raised the corners of his mouth and said, "When eating noodles with soybean paste, there is a little secret."

Qingqing and Weiwei immediately perked up, resting their elbows on the table, holding their little faces with their hands, blinking their curious eyes, and asking in unison: "Dad, tell us quickly, what's the secret?"

"That means you need to give it a 'makeover' first, mix it so that the noodles and sauce are mixed together, so that it tastes better."

Huang Jun explained patiently, and at the same time picked up the chopsticks to help the two little guys mix the noodles so that each noodle was coated with the rich sauce.

The mixed noodles with soybean paste exuded an even more tempting aroma, causing Qingqing and Weiwei's noses to twitch slightly.

Huang Jun placed them in front of the children and said, "Okay, eat!"

"Thank you daddy!"

Qingqing and Weiwei spoke in unison again, and then couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks, picked up a handful of noodles with soybean sauce, and started to eat it with slurp. The smoothness of the noodles, the richness of the sauce and the freshness of the side dishes intertwined in their mouths, turning into a full sense of happiness.

“It’s delicious~”

The two little guys had their mouths full, but they still didn't forget to express their heartfelt praise.

Huang Jun said to them lovingly: "It's delicious, just eat more..."

The words fell.

Although he was already starving, he couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks and dip into the bowl of tempting noodles with soybean paste.

The noodles slide lightly on the tip of the chopsticks, showing their unique smoothness and elasticity.

Pick up a piece of noodles with chopsticks and put it into your mouth. The smooth noodles gently touch your teeth, instantly releasing the fresh wheat aroma.

Then, the rich and mellow flavor of the fried sauce blooms in the mouth, and the deliciousness of the diced meat and the sweet and salty taste of the sauce blend perfectly, interweaving an intoxicating deep taste that makes people chew it carefully and savor every detail of it.

The minced ginger and chopped green onion in the sauce add a touch of spiciness and fragrance, making the whole taste layered, complex and harmonious.

The side dishes in Zhajiangmian, such as the freshness of cucumber shreds, the sweetness and crispness of carrot shreds, and the refreshing taste of bean sprouts, bring more taste contrast and freshness to this noodle dish, balancing the richness of the sauce.

Ok.

It tastes really good!
good to eat!

Delicious indeed!

While the family was happily enjoying their late dinner, the parents' group became lively... (End of this chapter)