1988: Back to the human world for a few years

Chapter 196 Diligent Little Apprentice
The next morning, before seven o'clock, the morning sun had just begun to rise when a pretty figure hurried to the inpatient area of ​​the staff hospital.

"Master, I'm here to bring you food!"

For some reason, Bai Mengmeng seemed much more lively today than usual. After knocking on the door, he took out two chopsticks like a magic trick, and then urged impatiently: "Master, hurry up and use your chopsticks, hurry up and use your chopsticks, or the food will get soaked and won't taste good anymore!"

Yang Mo looked at the sky outside speechlessly: "I just got up and haven't even brushed my teeth yet."

Bai Mengmeng, who was twisting the thermos open, blinked and said, "If you didn't brush your teeth, then you didn't brush them. It's the same if you brush them after eating... A lot of people in our area are like this."

Yang Mo rolled his eyes: "Sorry, I don't have this habit. I feel uncomfortable eating without brushing my teeth!"

After saying that, he covered his aching left shoulder, picked up the water cup on the bedside table and walked out... Even in the single ward of the staff hospital, there is no dedicated bathroom. If you want to brush your teeth, you have to go to the washbasin outside.

Seeing that Yang Mo was walking in an awkward position, Bai Mengmeng immediately put down his chopsticks, rushed over to take the water cup and toothbrush from Yang Mo's hands, and then half-supported the new master to walk out, with a tone full of grievance: "But, Master, Guoba powder can't be soaked easily. I ran all the way here just because I was afraid that the powder would be soaked badly... By the time you finish brushing your teeth and washing your face, the bucket of Guoba powder will probably be wasted."

"Rice crust noodles?" Yang Mo was a little confused when he heard about this thing for the first time.

Just like the self-introduction at the beginning, his white eyes lit up when he mentioned food, and his free hand kept gesturing in the air: "Guobafen is what we call it over there. To put it simply, it is rolled rice noodles made from mung beans... Well, it is actually quite different from rolled rice noodles. Not only is it much wider and thicker, but when it is made, a layer of brown rice crust must be scalded on the iron plate to make it pass. This way it has a chewy texture and is more fragrant when cooked, so it is called Guobafen."

Bai Mengmeng said with a frustrated tone: "Although this Guoba powder is very common in our area, no one sells it in Qilu. My dad asked someone to bring some things over for me a few days ago, including Guoba powder... But now the weather is hot, and after picking and choosing the Guoba powder that was sent over, I only got one bowl. I cooked it all today. If I want to eat it again in the future, I guess I have to wait until the weather cools down."

Yang Mo, who had never eaten this before, didn't take it seriously after hearing Bai Mengmeng's description: "It's okay, I don't waste time washing my face and brushing my teeth, so it doesn't matter if I eat later... Besides, I'm not picky about food, so if it's clumpy, it's fine, it's not like I can't eat it."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mengmeng opened her mouth in frustration, but in the end, she said nothing.

Seeing this, Yang Mo ignored her and stood by the cement sink to collect water and started brushing his teeth.

Ok……

I have to say, when you are not feeling well, it feels pretty good to have someone next to you to squeeze toothpaste, pass you cups and towels, or even wash your toothbrush. For a moment, Yang Mo even wondered why he was just reborn instead of traveling through time. If he had traveled to ancient times, how comfortable it would be to be a landlord with everything provided for him.

So when he returned to the room and ate the bucket of slightly lumpy rice crust noodles, he was in a good mood.

It has to be said that Guizhou is a province with seriously underestimated food.

The bucket of rice cracker noodles in front of me doesn't look very good. It has a rough surface, yellow-green in color, with many burnt brown spots on it, and is as thick as a pancake, making it look very difficult to chew. But once you put it in your mouth, you will find that this is an illusion.

The texture of this thing is a bit like the sweet potato skin eaten in Chongqing and Chengdu in later generations. It is sticky, and much less tough than sweet potato skin. It is very easy to bite off. And I don’t know if it’s because it has been soaked for a long time, but the outer layer has a crunchy feeling... In terms of taste, this thing is not that good.

But the problem is, the taste of this thing is so delicious that you can't stop eating it.

The layer of red oil floating on top looked very spicy and it tasted spicy indeed, but it was different from the chili oil that Yang Mo usually ate. This stuff was spicy yet fragrant, fragrant yet soft, and soft yet mellow... A small spoonful of red oil actually gave off a strong complex flavor, and this complex aroma was different from the red oil from Bashu. It was much more overbearing, but also much easier to eat. This feeling was wonderful and hard to describe in words.

In addition to the spicy taste of the soup, the most distinctive feature is probably its sour taste.

Because transportation was inconvenient in ancient times, salt was expensive and scarce, Guizhou has had a tradition of using acid instead of salt since ancient times, so it is not uncommon for this soup to have a strong sour taste. But the problem is that this sour taste is completely different from the sour taste of vinegar, citric acid, and even the Northeast and Bashu pickles that Yang Mo ate in his previous life, and even the sour soup in Liupanshui.
This kind of acid is very mellow and not so irritating, but the aftertaste is very strong. It is like there is a naughty elf in your mouth. When you are not paying attention, it suddenly jumps on your tongue, then disappears without a trace in an instant, and jumps up somewhere else a second later.

Using chopsticks to stir, Yang Mo pulled out some small red skins from the soup and asked in confusion, "Is this... a tree tomato?"

This sour taste with a wonderful fruity aroma and sweetness is slightly similar to the tree tomatoes in southern Yunnan, but it is hard to tell what is different, so Yang Mo is not very sure. Bai Mengmeng was a little proud: "Master, this is a foreign chili, not a tree tomato... Foreign chili is what we call it over there, it is actually a small tomato, round, red, sour, fried in rapeseed oil into sauce, especially good with rice... I was afraid that you would not be used to it, so I put less today. If you like it, I will give you the normal amount in the future... This thing is the soul of our Tongren food. Whether it is rice cracker noodles, plate noodles, mung bean noodles, or even rice tofu, if you don't put this thing, the locals will not be interested in eating it!"

Yang Mo nodded and gave a thumbs up generously: "As expected of someone who grew up in Guizhou, the food he cooks is delicious... This is much better than the plain noodles I cooked myself!"

Hearing the praise from his new master, Bai Mengmeng felt even more proud, thinking to himself, can the things you Qilu people make on a daily basis be compared with those in our great Guizhou?

And plain noodles...is that something that humans eat?
In Guizhou, even if we are so poor that we have to eat bran, no one cares about that stuff, okay? !

However, in front of her new master, she had to give the Qilu people some face, so she avoided the topic and looked back like a thief, then pointed to the bottom of the soup bucket with expectation: "Master, look around at the bottom, there is a surprise!"

Yang Mo was stunned for a moment, then he probed the bottom obediently. Sure enough, the chopsticks seemed to touch something. When he took it out, he found it was half a pig's trotter.

Bai Mengmeng whispered, "This is the pig's trotter I specially stewed for you last night. The soup stock used for this rice cracker noodle is also pig's trotter soup... Some time ago, I saw that you had a hard time eating beef every day, so I thought of changing your taste."

As he said that, he turned his head and looked outside the door. After finding no one, Bai Mengmeng urged in a low voice: "Master, hurry up and eat. If Director Mu comes later, it will be inappropriate to eat this in front of her."

It can be seen that although they have not spent much time together, this young girl is still a little afraid of Miss Mu, otherwise she would not have such a thief-like posture.

Yang Mo stared at the stewed pig's trotter on the chopsticks, almost falling apart, and tears were about to fall out.

During this period of time...he has suffered a lot!

Outsiders only saw him eating meat for every meal and were full of envy; but they never knew how painful it was for a stomach like his to eat beef every meal.

It is no exaggeration to say that he woke up at least two or three times in the early morning every day during this period... He was woken up by the empty and hungry pain that was almost like a stomach disease!
But he couldn't violate other people's ethnic taboos in front of Miss Mu, and he was also embarrassed to run away with the bowl in his hand while they were eating, so he could only endure it silently.

So, after the stomach and intestines have been devastated for more than half a month, there is nothing in the world more attractive than a piece of fat pork.

No wonder the rice cracker noodles are so delicious, it turns out the broth is made from pig’s trotters!

Without any hesitation, Yang Mo immediately put down his chopsticks, held the half piece of pig's trotter and started to chew it.

The hungry posture of the refugee makes people want to cry.

Seeing Yang Mo appreciate her cooking so much, Bai Mengmeng smiled like a flower: "Master, if you like to eat pig's trotters, I will buy a few more and stew them later, and then secretly send them to you in the afternoon... Humph, what does Director Mu know about food? She eats beef and chicken all day long, and she thinks she treats you very well... Pork is the most delicious thing in the world, okay!"

Seeing that this girl was so proud of herself that she even forgot about the taboos of other people's ethnic groups, Yang Mo's expression became serious. He was about to scold this guy who had studied in the National University for several years in vain, but suddenly he heard a female voice coming from outside the house, and mentioned his name.

Um! ! ? ?

It’s Cao Cao, no, it’s Miss Mu who is here?
The two were startled and uncertain. Yang Mo quickly grabbed the half pig's trotter in his hand and tried his best to put it into his mouth, while Bai Mengmeng, who was trembling a little, mustered up his courage, moved to the window and looked out. He must have made up his mind that even if he had to rush out to fight, he must buy enough time for his master to destroy the evidence.

Like a spy on TV, Bai Mengmeng lifted a corner of the curtain and looked out. She glanced at the woman not far away who was holding a gift and asking the nurse for information. She was stunned for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief: "I was almost scared to death... It wasn't Director Mu."

Turning his head, he looked at Yang Mo with a strange look...

(End of this chapter)