Food: Taking the twins to kindergarten to be chefs

Thinking about it this way...

Liang Yinqiu's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

She quickly reviewed the conversation and behavior in her mind, trying to find any clues that might have displeased Mayor Yang, but everything seemed so natural and appropriate that she was confused.

Following the creed that "as subordinates, don't try to guess what your leader is thinking, because you will never figure it out no matter how hard you try", she decided not to speculate unnecessarily, so as to avoid misunderstanding intentions and causing unnecessary embarrassment.

So...

She chose the most direct and sincere approach, and asked in a concerned but slightly cautious tone: "Mayor Yang, I noticed that you seemed a little uncomfortable. Is there something I didn't do thoughtfully enough that made you feel uncomfortable? Please speak frankly and I will correct it immediately."

Hearing these words, Mayor Yang felt a warm current in his heart, and at the same time he realized that his subtle change in expression might have caused Liang Yinqiu unnecessary worries.

He immediately smiled in relief and explained, "Director Liang, don't worry too much. This is actually my personal problem. I just suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in my stomach. This is an old problem of mine. It's nothing serious."

Because of his work, he is often so busy that he forgets to eat on time. Over time, stomachache has become his chronic problem, causing him to feel some stomach discomfort every time it is close to mealtime.

I've been busy for so long today, and I didn't have a bite to eat in the middle, so the feeling of discomfort is even stronger.

After hearing this, Liang Yinqiu's worries were alleviated, but new concerns soon occupied her mind.

She was afraid that if Mayor Yang had a problem at the event due to unbearable pain, it would be a big trouble.

Besides, now that this has happened, as the host, she has to do something to show her concern and sense of responsibility.

She said gently and caringly, "Mayor Yang, health is the capital of revolution. You can't ignore your health like this. Our school doctor is here today. Let her examine you and prescribe some medicine to relieve your symptoms. Even if it's a minor problem, you can't be careless."

"Yes, yes, Director Liang is right!"

Wei Guodong and the others also nodded in agreement with a worried look on their faces, and advised: "Mayor Yang, let's go to the infirmary."

Seeing that everyone cared about him so much, Mayor Yang felt a warm feeling in his heart.

But he knew very well that the discomfort in his stomach was caused by hunger. He didn't need to take any medicine. He just needed to eat something.

I was so hungry that I went to the school doctor to get some medicine, but I always felt that it was an overreaction.

What's more, not only were there TV cameras capturing every detail, but there were also many parents focusing their attention on him. He knew very well that in such an occasion, any small action might be magnified and interpreted, and he did not want to give people the impression that he was being pretentious or deliberate.

Ok…

More than anything, he admitted, he had a deep-seated fear of taking medicine.

He has disliked taking any medicine since he was a child. Once he takes medicine, he will feel nauseous and even want to vomit.

therefore.

He would rather endure stomach discomfort than take medicine.

He shook his head gently, rejecting everyone's good intentions: "It's okay, this is just an old problem, it will get better after a while. You don't have to worry about me, let's continue with the activities..."

At the end, he did not forget to remind Brother Qin from the TV station: "Xiao Qin, remember to cut this part..."

"Oh, okay, Mayor Yang, I understand."

Brother Qin was a little stunned at first, but he quickly reacted, understood what Mayor Yang meant, and nodded in agreement.

Seeing Mayor Yang's firm attitude, Liang Yinqiu and others tacitly stopped persuading him, fearing that excessive concern would become a burden and make him unhappy.

Therefore, they chose to respect Mayor Yang's decision, waiting and seeing what would happen, and then making plans when the time was right.

The group continued to accompany Mayor Yang as he moved among the crowd, having cordial exchanges with the award-winning parents.

In this harmonious atmosphere...

The slight worry on Liang Yinqiu and others' faces and Mayor Yang's occasional frown and belly rubbing became a presence that could not be ignored, so much so that Huang Jun, who had just come over with Qingqing and Weiwei, immediately noticed the subtle emotions between Liang Yinqiu and Mayor Yang...

At this moment, ripples appeared in his heart and doubts arose spontaneously.

Huh?
What's going on?

If you have any doubts, just ask!

He walked to Liang Yinqiu's side and asked in a low voice, "Director Liang, I see that you seem to be a little worried, and Mayor Yang also seems uncomfortable. Have you encountered any problems?"

"Oh, Chef Huang, you are so considerate..."

Liang Yinqiu looked up and saw that it was Huang Jun. He sighed and expressed his worries one by one: "Mayor Yang's old stomachache has recurred. I advised him to see the school doctor and get some medicine to relieve it, but he just wouldn't listen. He said it was an old problem and it would be fine after a while. I was like an ant on the hot pot, extremely anxious but helpless. I could only pray silently that he would really get better as he said..."

"Stomach upset? It's still an old problem!"

Huang Jun frowned slightly when he heard this, then thought about it and continued, "In fact, for stomach problems, drinking some carefully prepared stomach-nourishing porridge for a few consecutive days can often bring unexpected soothing effects. If you drink it for a long time, it can completely solve the problem of stomach problems. Sometimes, the mildness and nourishment of food therapy are better than drugs, and it has no side effects on the body."

Liang Yinqiu's eyes lit up instantly: "Chef Huang is absolutely right, food therapy is indeed better than taking medicine. But, do you know how to make this stomach-nourishing porridge?"

"Of course I will!"

Huang Jun nodded confidently, a smile on his face. "I happen to have a simple recipe for stomach-nourishing porridge on hand, and the ingredients required are not complicated. I can prepare it and let Mayor Yang try it. I hope it can bring some relief to his uncomfortable stomach."

Liang Yinqiu was delighted. "That's great, Chef Huang, thank you for your help. When Mayor Yang finishes his work, I will bring him to the kitchen to see you and let him taste your health-preserving porridge."

Huang Jun smiled slightly and replied sincerely: "Principal Liang, you are too polite. I am happy to contribute to our kindergarten and provide comfort and satisfaction for Mayor Yang."

He now owns 20% of the shares in the park, and every bit of glory and achievement in the park is closely related to him.

therefore!

Faced with this situation, he has no choice but to take responsibility.

Just as he was about to leave with Qingqing and Weiwei, he was stopped by Liang Yinqiu...

"Chef Huang, how about this? Let Qingqing and Weiwei stay here. I will arrange for Manager Liu to take good care of them. This way you can concentrate on preparing the stomach-nourishing porridge." Liang Yinqiu said caringly.

Huang Jun did not respond immediately after hearing this, but lowered his head and looked gently at Qingqing and Weiwei beside him, his eyes full of inquiry.

Qingqing understood the meaning of her father's eyes immediately, and immediately tugged at his clothes, tilted her head, and expressed her thoughts with expectation: "Dad, I want to go to the kitchen to watch you make porridge, okay!"

Seeing this, Weiwei was unwilling to be left behind, and snuggled up to her father, saying in a baby voice, "Daddy, I want to go too. I love being with Daddy the most."

In fact, the two little ones had their own plans in mind - in addition to wanting to stay with their father, they also wanted to take the opportunity to taste the stomach-nourishing porridge he made. What?
Stomach-nourishing porridge is for people with stomach discomfort, not for children?
fine!

As long as it’s made by their father, they want to eat it even if it’s bitter medicine.

In short, in their life dictionary, whatever their father cooks is delicious.

"Okay, Dad knows!"

Huang Jun stretched out his hand gently, his fingertips lightly sliding across the soft hair of the two little guys, his eyes full of love.

He turned to Liang Yinqiu and said, "Director Liang, I appreciate your kindness, but since Qingqing and Weiwei want to go with me, I will take them to the kitchen. After all, it is equally important for me to accompany the children."

Liang Yinqiu saw the curiosity in the two little guys' eyes and their deep attachment to their father. She raised an understanding smile and agreed gently, "In that case, Chef Huang, you two can go together. However, I'm still a little worried that it will be too tiring for you to cook porridge and take care of two children by yourself. How about I arrange for someone to go over and help?"

Huang Jun shook his head: "No, I can do it, Director Liang. Don't worry, I will take good care of them and won't delay the porridge."

At this time, Qingqing raised her little head and said obediently, "Headmaster Ma, my sister and I will be very good. We will not run around or move around. We will follow Daddy closely and will not cause any trouble to him."

Weiwei also nodded in agreement: "Yes, we will be very obedient."

Liang Yinqiu couldn't help laughing at the children's innocence. She smiled and nodded: "Okay, okay, the headmistress believes in you. Then you can follow her..."

"Yeah, Director Mama, goodbye..."

Qingqing and Weiwei waved obediently to Liang Yinqiu, then took Huang Jun's hand, walked out of the reading room together, and headed towards the kitchen.

moment.

The three of them appeared in the kitchen.

Since there was no need to prepare meals in the garden today, Aunt Li and the others did not need to come over and left early, leaving the kitchen in silence.

Huang Jun put on the chef's clothes and hat, and said to Qingqing and Weiwei with a smile: "You two go to the lobby to play, Dad is going to start cooking. If you miss Dad, just wave to the operation room, and Dad will see you as soon as he looks up, okay?"

At first, the two little babies were a little reluctant to leave their father, but at this moment, the two kittens, Roubaozi and Pumpkin Pie, hopped in. Their naive appearance instantly attracted the attention of Qingqing and Weiwei, making them giggle. At the same time, all their attention was focused on playing with the kittens. Their reluctance disappeared and they happily nodded in agreement.

After giving some instructions to Qingqing and Weiwei, Huang Jun carried out some disinfection, walked into the operation room, and prepared to start cooking the stomach-nourishing porridge.

There are many ways to make stomach-nourishing porridge, and the ingredients are also different.

But considering that Mayor Yang had been troubled by stomach problems for a long time, he specially chose the classic Chinese medicine diet therapy recipe - scorched rice and tangerine peel porridge.

This dish is not only famous for its unique recipe, but also enjoys a high reputation among the people for its excellent effect in nourishing the spleen and stomach.

He carefully selected Xinhui dried tangerine peel, dates and rice from the storage room.

Soak the tangerine peel in clean water, allowing it to slowly expand and release its rich aroma.

He then washed the rice and red dates one by one and placed them on a plate for later use.

He placed a large iron pot steadily on the stove, turned on the fire to preheat it, and prepared to fry the rice.

At this time...

Qian Guoxiang's voice was heard at the door of the operating room.

"Chef Huang, what are you doing?"

As he spoke, he had already arrived at the stove.

Huang Jun was surprised to see Qian Guoxiang, who was on vacation, coming over. He asked, "Assistant Chef Qian, why are you here?"

Qian Guoxiang smiled and said, "I was bored staying at home, so I thought of joining in the fun at the kindergarten. I saw the kitchen door was open, so I came over to take a look. I ran into Qingqing and Weiwei in the lobby, and they said you were in the operation room, so I came over. Oh, by the way, Chef Huang, what are you busy with?"

Huang Jun was busy pouring the washed rice into the hot pot, the spatula flying in his hands. While frying, he answered Qian Guoxiang's question: "Mayor Yang's stomach is not feeling well. I was just about to prepare some stomach-nourishing porridge for him!"

"Stomach-nourishing porridge? Aren't they all cooked directly? I've never seen you fry rice like this before."

Qian Guoxiang's face was full of confusion.

To be honest, Huang Jun's method overturned his understanding of the inherent method of making stomach-nourishing porridge.

Huang Jun explained with a smile: "I'm frying scorched rice! This is a good thing that can be used as both medicine and food. Rice itself is a good thing for strengthening the spleen and stomach. It tastes sweet and is mild in nature. It belongs to the spleen and stomach meridians, and can replenish qi and strengthen the body. But once it is fried, its effect is doubled. When the rice is fried into a scorched yellow color, the starch in it becomes activated carbon, which is a treasure that can absorb moisture, odor and impurities in the body, help the intestines detoxify, strengthen the spleen and remove moisture. Making tea with fried rice is also a good way to clean the intestines and protect the spleen and stomach."

Qian Guoxiang's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he pointed at the tangerine peel soaking next to him and asked, "What's going on with this tangerine peel?"

Huang Jun smiled and continued to explain: "This is Xinhui dried tangerine peel, which is pungent, sweet and warm in nature, with a unique aroma. It is a top-quality food and medicine. It can promote qi and strengthen the spleen, stop vomiting and resolve phlegm, and it can also stimulate appetite and digestion, dry out dampness and relieve greasiness. Keep some at home, whether it is for making tea or cooking delicacies, soup or porridge, it is an excellent choice. Adding it to this bowl of stomach-nourishing porridge today is the icing on the cake, and the effect is doubled."

Qian Guoxiang didn't expect Huang Jun to have such a deep understanding of ingredients. He was fascinated by what he heard and admired Huang Jun's cooking skills and use of ingredients.

"Chef Huang, you are really an expert in Chinese medicine and diet therapy. I didn't realize it before!"

Huang Jun smiled and waved his hands: "No, no, I only know a little bit."

"Chef Huang, being too modest is actually pride!"

Qian Guoxiang joked with a smile.

He noticed that Huang Jun's soaked dried tangerine peel was almost done, so he volunteered: "Chef Huang, is it time to cut the dried tangerine peel into shreds? Let me help you. I have nothing to do anyway."

"Okay, I'll trouble you, Assistant Qian."

Huang Jun smiled and nodded in agreement.

"No trouble, no trouble..."

Qian Guoxiang started working immediately. With a flick of the knife, he cut the tangerine peel evenly into thin strips.

Huang Jun turned the heat to low and continued to stir-fry so that every grain of rice could be evenly heated.

As the rice is stir-fried continuously, it gradually becomes covered with a light golden color and emits waves of tempting burnt aroma.

When the burnt aroma reached just the right level, he turned off the fire, but he did not rush to serve the burnt rice out. Instead, he let the burnt rice continue to be heated in the pot for a while using the residual heat, so that the burnt aroma could penetrate deeper into the rice grains.

During this break, he was not idle. He quickly took a large casserole and cleaned it.

Then, he added some of the fried scorched rice, chopped tangerine peel, washed red dates and an appropriate amount of water into the casserole and brought it to a boil over high heat... (End of this chapter)