90s good wife

Chapter 2 Perilla Noodles
Su Hao hurried forward to hug her.

After more than 30 years, she still hasn't forgotten that Ye Jianhua doesn't like children crying.

Unexpectedly, Ye Jianhua didn't push Mengmeng away in disgust, and even hugged her directly in his arms.

"I just cleaned up and forgot to eat for a while. I'm sorry, Jianhua."

"Give Mengmeng to me, you usually hug her less..."

Su Hao paused, explaining uneasily.

In this life, she has the mentality of living a good life with Ye Jianhua, so she naturally cares about Ye Jianhua's attitude.

Such an observation made her notice some differences, why did she feel that Ye Jianhua was a little different from her impression.

For example, she doesn't seem to dislike her so much.

At least now it seems that he still likes Mengmeng, so...

Why did Ye Jianhua in his previous life hate his daughter so much?

Never take Mengmeng out to play, and never ask about Mengmeng's life and study, even if they live under the same roof.

What's more, he wanted Mengmeng, who was admitted to a high school, to drop out of school and work...

Before Su Hao finished speaking, Ye Jianhua interrupted her.

"Don't be wordy, just make me some noodles, eat well and have a rest, I have to be on duty in the afternoon."

After saying this, Ye Jianhua hugged his daughter and turned out the door, to the shade of a tree beside the stream outside the yard.

In such a hot day, the children can't stay in the house.

Why don't you take her to a cool place outside to see caterpillars and ants, so as to prevent her from making noise.

Su Hao stood on the spot in a daze, looking at the father and daughter figures that were drifting away.

For some reason, a long-lost feeling of happiness rose in her heart, so unreal...

In the corner, there are only a few not-so-fresh shallots, three or two garlic seeds, and five or six pieces of ginger.

In the cabinet, there are two tubes of gray noodles wrapped in newspaper, and a few eggs are placed in the bowl next to it.

The amphora contained less than half a can of rapeseed oil, and a small bag of salt was leaning on the side.

I searched the house, but I didn't see any smell of meat.

It was only then that Su Hao remembered that the season was early summer, and there was no refrigerator in this day and age, who would cut up the meat and store it in the cabinet?

Perhaps she was reborn today and forgot to go out to buy groceries.

Simply clean up the onion, ginger and garlic, and stuff a few firewood in the small coal stove.

The water was rolling on the stove, Su Hao wiped his hands, and went to the outer wall to pick up a handful of wild perilla grass.

Perilla grass has tenacious vitality and can be seen everywhere in the countryside.

It comes with a special aroma, which is a rare delicacy. It is anti-inflammatory and diuretic in summer, refreshing.

He took half a bucket of well water and went into the house to wash the perilla.

During this interval, put the noodles in the pot and boil.

After the noodles were taken out of cold water, two yellow poached eggs were fried in a pan with rapeseed oil.

The crispy smell of eggs wafted far away, and Ye Jianhua outside the house took his children back frequently.

Seeing Su Hao, he smiled knowingly.

Sprinkle a little salt on the poached eggs and serve them on a plate.

The base oil is used to saute the garlic ginger slices and perilla leaves, and then pour a small half pot of well water to boil.

Roll the noodles in the pan for 1 minute and season.

A pot of fragrant perilla noodles is ready.

Served with fried poached eggs that are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, it will make your index finger move.

Su Hao smiled with satisfaction, simply cleaned up the pot and stove, and beckoned Ye Jianhua to come in for noodles.

Ye Jianhua carried his daughter back to the house, and saw noodles with green onions and purple side dishes floating on the table.

Served with golden and crispy poached eggs, he couldn't believe it.

Was this made by his wife?
If Su Hao wasn't the only one here, he would have suspected that his mother had stolen the noodles from the countryside to cook for him.

(End of this chapter)