Siheyuan: Damao carried me back from under the bridge

"Beef, I haven't eaten beef in months. It smells so good." He Daqing walked to the seat reserved for him and sat down with his nose raised.

"This is soup made from Soviet beef jerky. I secretly took a sip in the kitchen just now. It tastes so good." Grandma Tan deliberately smacked her lips as she spoke.

The old man is teasing his grandson.

The grandson who was already drooling turned from drooling to swallowing when his great-grandmother said this.

"Mingzi and aunt come here. Auntie left a bowl for you in the kitchen." Tan Yingru called at the kitchen door.

When Tan Yao's grandson heard this, he ran faster than a rabbit: "Auntie, I'm coming, I'm coming..."

"Yao'er, this kid's greed is exactly the same as when you were a kid."

"Mom! There are so many children here! How dare you not open any pot..."

Grandma’s few jokes immediately made the atmosphere at the dinner table cheerful.

Do you think the old lady is really making fun of her son?

If you think so, you are wrong.

Grandma Tan is distracting.

While they were joking, Grandma Tan had already placed a different cake in front of He Daqing.

He Daqing, who was giggling, didn't notice anything strange at all, picked up the pancake and ate it.

Mainly because he was very happy to see his senior brother being teased by his junior wife.

You don't know how hateful his senior brother is.

Last time he was playing with Widow Zhu.

His fingers dug into it.

If given a little more time, he felt like he could win it.

As a result, Tan Yao came to him with a stick, causing him to miss such a good opportunity.

When he thought of this, He Qingqing couldn't help but feel angry.

So now that He Daqing saw Tan Yao being defeated, He Daqing was very happy, so happy that he kept smiling silly there.

At noon, each person gets three palm-sized pancakes and a bowl of soup made from beef jerky.

Two pounds of beef jerky soup is enough for one person to eat.

There are more than a dozen people in the house, and each of them has one or two ounces of meat.

The key is that after the dried meat is boiled, the meat becomes a little larger, and there are more condiments in the space. This bowl of soup tastes better than the broth cooked in ethnic restaurants.

"Yingru, your cooking skills are even better than your father's. This soup is so delicious." Tan Yao, the uncle of the Tan family, couldn't help but praise after taking a sip.

He didn't ask how the soup was made.

It’s no use asking. Where do you get the beef jerky produced in the Soviet Union?

Even if beef jerky is not produced in the Soviet Union, you cannot afford it even if it is produced in China.

Not to mention beef jerky, country people can only eat meat once during the Chinese New Year. Who is willing to buy something like beef jerky and eat it back? ? ?

"Yingru, this soup is really good. I have lived for decades and have stayed in major restaurants before, but I have never tasted such a delicious soup." Grandma Tan praised her repeatedly.

Last time in the capital, Tan Hui also made food for Grandma Tan using special seasonings.

It’s just that I wasn’t familiar with the use of special seasonings at that time.

After using it for such a long time, they have better control over special seasonings, and the food they cook is naturally more delicious.

"Grandma, I have seven or eight kilograms of dried meat here, all for you." He Yuzhu put down the bowl and chopsticks and got up to look for dried meat in his luggage.

Tan Yingru didn't even know that He Yuzhu actually brought all the dried meat.

However, she had no doubt that He Yuzhu had a package that he packed himself, and she didn't know what was in it.

"Why is this child so impatient?" Grandma Tan complained, but she had a rather satisfied smile on her face.

He knows how to be filial to the elderly, this kid is not bad.

Grandma Tan was not polite to He Yuzhu either.

Because she knew that He Yuzhu and Tan Yingru were not short of food at all.

The head of the kitchen team at National Restaurant. He has never tasted anything delicious.

They are all people who have been cooks and know cooking best.

Even if you can't take it with you, you can still eat it full with the excuse of tasting it.

And you can taste anything delicious.

You said that when the cook is cooking, take a piece and taste it, who can say anything?

There is a reason why nine out of ten cooks are fat.

"How much does it cost for so much beef jerky?" Tan Yao's eldest daughter-in-law's eyes were shining.

"It doesn't cost much. I got it from some connections in the restaurant. It's very cheap." He Yuzhu handed the dried meat directly to Grandma Tan's hand.

Grandma Tan took the beef jerky and took out a piece to smell it.

"Smell... you can eat this stuff raw. I ate it secretly in Fengze Garden when I was young." Grandma said and tore off a piece.

Holding a small piece of beef jerky, Grandma Tan moved her lips, but in the end she didn't take her mouth.

"Old man, if you eat a piece of this thing now, you will probably lose several teeth." Grandma finally gave the torn beef jerky to Tan Yao's second son, Grandma Tan's second grandson.

The eldest son of Tan Yao's family is a daughter, the girl who was promised to He Yuzhu back then.

Tan Yao's second son is about the same age as He Yuzhu.

Working in the fields all year round makes people look older.

Tan Yao's second son, Tan Yun, was not in a hurry to eat, he just put it in his pocket.

It’s not that I don’t like to eat it, it’s that I can’t bear to eat it.

Such a big piece, if used to make soup, would be enough for several members of their family to drink a small bowl each.

Life in the countryside is so miserable now, with too little meat and fish.

Each of the dozen or so people at the table drank the soup in small sips.

Only He Daqing ate the whole bowl in two or three mouthfuls.

He Yuzhu didn't care about the soup. When his father finished drinking it, he handed his own to He Daqing.

He Daqing took it without politeness and started drinking.

It's been a lot of hardship in the countryside these days.

He used to be a chef after all, and he could eat whatever he wanted in a restaurant.

Since he came to the country, the mixed noodles and wild vegetable paste almost sent him away.

It’s rare to eat such good food now, so naturally I want to eat more.

Tan Hui also silently pushed his bowl to Grandma Tan.

After the meal, those in the Tan family still had to go to work.

He Yuzhu and Tan Hui began to bake soil fertilizer.

They brought a bag of lees.

He Yuzhu didn't know if this thing would work if used directly as fertilizer.

However, in order to maintain the mystery of this fertilizer, He Yuzhu still had to take Tan Hui to tinker with it.

"Grandma, this is the secret recipe for making special soil and fertilizer for planting. You have to keep it secret. No one can tell it when you come." He Yuzhu specifically explained.

"You brat, are you still worried about me, grandma? Promise not to tell anyone else." Grandma Tan was a little dissatisfied with He Yuzhu's words.

The process of making soil fertilizer is actually very simple.

Soil, manure, straw.

Put the straw below, put manure and soil on top of the straw, then light the straw and burn it. After the straw is burned, stir it together to become soil fertilizer.