The Garden Life of a Little Gardener

Holding the keys and mobile phone, Zhou Quan stepped out of his house and stood at the gate of the yard, looking around with a dazed expression.

The flower shed has been cleared out, and I have agreed with my uncle to spread plastic greenhouse film and a black net cover for sun protection on it tomorrow.

The old classmate of Hua Miao said that the deposit has been confirmed, and after doing some basic treatment for Hua Miao, so that Hua Miao can better adapt to long-distance transportation, he will deliver the goods to him, so he must pay attention to check.

Zhou Quan reckoned that this process would take two or three days, and the free time was just enough for him to arrange the flower shed here.

So where exactly should he go now?

It didn't seem right to go back to the house, and there was nothing to do when going to the flower shed. Even if he stood in a daze in the yard, it seemed to hinder the construction team's affairs.

He looked down at the time on his phone, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon, and he took a really long nap this afternoon.

But before he fell asleep, brother Baoyan seemed to have told him something when he left, what was it?

After squatting at the gate of the yard and meditating for a few seconds, Zhouquan remembered that when Brother Baoyan woke up, he would pay attention to the stove fire on the side where the mutton soup was being boiled. He said that the pot of mutton bone and mutton soup was the least It also has to be stewed for 20 hours, and the fire cannot be turned off halfway, which will affect the taste of the lamb soup after it is out of the pot.

Thinking of this, Zhou Quan immediately got up and went back outside to check the fire situation under the iron pot stove in the east room.

The fire in the hearth looks good. Before leaving, Chef Bao filled the hearth with a lot of dry firewood, which is as thick as a wrist. After lighting without adding any combustion aids, they can burn slowly in the hearth for a long time.

The heat released by this kind of slow burning happens to be the low fire in the middle of the fire. Keep it on low fire for 20 hours. .

He also found some dry firewood with a thick bowl mouth, scattered them into the stove, so that the newly added firewood can be fully heated, and soon they will also provide their own strength for the deliciousness of the mutton soup.

Reckoning that the firewood he stuffed in would be enough to burn for several hours, Zhou Quan got up and stopped filling it with firewood.

Carefully sweep away the broken firewood next to the stove, and block the burner of the stove with an iron plate with vents, so that when people leave, there is no fear of fire from the stove burning outside.

After finishing these, Zhouquan lifted the lid of the big iron pot, looked at the pot of soup that had been boiled and began to ooze milky white, and felt that the soup inside was still very sufficient.

After some inspections, Zhou Quan went back to the yard. Still having nothing to do, he finally decided to go to Bao's old house to look for Fa Xiao.

On the side of the Bao family's old house, the pure wooden door is wide open at this time, and the workers working inside have to carry materials in and out from time to time, as if they are going to do a big job.

Zhou Quan followed the workers who were carrying the materials into the yard, and did not see Baoyan in the last three steps, so he came to the front yard without looking back.

Walked into the old kitchen of Bao's house familiarly, and sure enough, he found Chef Bao who was processing lamb chops with his upper body naked.

The half lamb chop has been marinated, and Chef Bao is now inserting two long iron skewers into the gap between the lamb chops, preparing to rack the lamb chops for grilling.

Seeing this, Zhou Quan rolled up his sleeves and said, "Brother Baoyan, I'll help you."

Chef Bao raised his head when he heard the words and said, "No, the lamb chops are full of oil, and it's not easy to wash it on you. If you really want to help, there are some vegetables over there. I want to go with the lamb chops For drinking, help me cut it out."

Hearing this, Zhou Quan picked up the kitchen knife and went to the cutting board to cut vegetables, while Chef Bao stringed the fanned lamb chops, grabbed the iron brazes left on both sides, and lifted them vigorously into the earthen oven in the kitchen.

As a chef's kitchen, even though it was built more than ten years ago, there are everything in it. The entire two newly entered east rooms are all the kitchens of Bao's family.

In addition to the old-fashioned soil oven, there is also a stewing oven in the kitchen, and a row of pots and jars are placed in the corner on the west side, all of which are used to pickle sauerkraut, pickles and fermented miso.

Underneath the window are the white table and the water table, and the pier and side dishes are also done here. Facing the door is a neat stove. Six stoves can meet all the requirements for frying and cooking.

It can be seen that a lot of thought was put into the construction of this big kitchen, but even the best things will rust if they have not been used for ten years. In the current kitchen of Baojia, there are long hairs on the corners and the roof leaks, and the inside The old houses are all dilapidated.

No wonder Chef Bao told the construction team that this is the key point, and it is indeed impossible to use it on a large scale without renovation and maintenance.

Zhou Quan was constantly on the cutting board, took the time to glance over at Fa Xiao, and saw that he was staring intently at the lamb chops on the grill.

The bottom of the earthen oven is not filled with charcoal but a real fire. Roasting with an open fire is a kind of cooking that tests the chef's fire skills.

A slight negligence and insufficient grasp of the flame underneath will cause the lamb chops to burn.

Even Chef Bao didn't dare to think too much about it at this time, because he hadn't baked food directly with an open fire for many years.

But after all, he is the inheritor of the Bao family's culinary art. He is the one who dared to cook the roasted whole lamb alone at the family gathering at the age of 13. Since he grasped the kitchen knife at the Zhou banquet, this is where he spends his time every day. In the longest place, everything in it can be used with eyes closed.

Holding the iron chisel and rolling it a few times, the feeling of the past was regained. I bent down to pay attention to the color of the lamb chops to ensure that every part of the lamb chops was just right.

The high temperature of the fire roasted the lamb chops, and also roasted the chef who was guarding the lamb chops. Chef Bao was already sweating all over his body. Beads of sweat rolled down his strong muscles from his forehead to his chest. waist.

Chasing the route of the beads of sweat, Zhou Quan saw all the way, looked at the opponent's strong muscles and waist, Zhou Quan felt a feeling of rapid heartbeat and dry mouth while looking at it for some reason.

Turning back in a hurry, Zhou Quan continued to cut the tomato under his hands, thinking in his heart whether it was Fa Xiao or Fa Xiao.

While Chef Bao was concentrating on grilling lamb chops and relying on everything to get rid of the distracting thoughts in his mind, a new guest came to Bao's old house.

The guest who was pushing a case of beer and several large bottles of drinks in a wheelbarrow had not entered the house, but the voice arrived first, and someone outside the kitchen said loudly: "Brother Baoyan, Brother Ahquan, I can't move anymore, come out and come out alone!" Pick me up."

Hearing this, Zhou Quan hurriedly put down the kitchen knife and went out to help the guest stabilize the wheelbarrow that had started to tilt.

The new guest is not tall, with a round face and smiling eyebrows, slightly fair skin and a fat body. People's first impression of him is always kind.

Helping the other party move the beer and drinks from the wheelbarrow, Zhouquan looked at the Coke and Sprite in his hands and said inexplicably: "Bao Erlong, what are you doing with these? None of us like to drink this Plant something."

Hearing this, Bao Erlong wiped his sweat off his shirt collar and replied, "I don't want to either. My mother insisted on bringing us here when she knew we were going to a party. She told us to drink less and drink more."

Zhou Quan couldn't laugh or cry when he heard the words, "Auntie is still treating us like children."

While they were talking, Chen Wenli, who was on the morning shift this morning, also came to the old house of Bao's family. As soon as he entered the door, he shook his hand and said, "I gave this to my father during the Chinese New Year." , He only drank one of the two bottles, which was put in the cabinet and I took it out."

"Wow, you dare to steal your father's wine, brother Wen Li, aren't you afraid that the volcano on your cousin's side will erupt when you go back at night?"

Chen Wenli laughed a few times when he heard the words, squeezed his small eyes and said: "It's okay, my mother knows, my father's blood pressure was high a few days ago, and the doctor told him to drink less, now my mother is eager to find various reasons to make my father drink less." , it happened to be cheaper for us."

If there is wine and vegetables, there are some staple foods. Zhou Quan is tired of eating rice and noodles these days, so he wants to eat some pasta for a change.

None of the three kitchen assistants knew how to do white cases, but the one in charge of the kitchen did, but he was busy with the big dishes, so the kitchen assistants didn't dare to bother them.

Glancing at the electric motorcycle that Chen Wenli rode over outside the yard, Zhou Quan leaned over to discuss it in a low voice: "Brother Wenli, lend me the motorcycle for a while, I'll go to town and buy some steamed buns for my staple food."

When Chen Wenli heard the words and handed over the car keys, Bao Erlong leaned over and said, "I'm going too, I know which steamed buns are the best in town."

As the second generation of the village grocery store, Bao Erlong, who is in charge of purchasing goods recently, can be said to be the most well-informed one in the whole village.

Zhou Quan, who just came back not long ago, felt that it would be good to take him with him. With this character who loves gossip since he was a child, at least going out would definitely not hurt him.

The two rode electric motorcycles along the road and entered the market in the town after nearly 10 minutes.

Just entering the market, the first shop on the side of the road sells pasta. Zhou Quan just wanted to slow down and stop, but Bao Erlong, who was sitting behind him, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother Ah Quan, we don't want to buy from this shop." ,Go forward."

Zhou Quan was stunned for a moment, and then accelerated the car. Since the local snake said he didn't want this family, there must be something wrong with the things of this family.

They rode forward for a few hundred meters, and at another noodle shop, they bought what they wanted to eat. On the way back, they passed the first noodle shop, and heard clear voices of women arguing inside.

"My child's stomach is bad because he eats your buns. How can you ignore it?"

"Why do you say that eating our food spoiled your stomach? You bought the buns at noon yesterday, kept them at home overnight and then came to us and told us that they were spoiled. Who knew it was your child? What have you been eating for a while? Don't try to rely on our family."

"I bought the steamed stuffed bun and put it in the refrigerator. I took it out at noon and warmed it up for my child. Before he ate it, everything was fine, but after a while, his stomach got bad. It's not that there is something wrong with your steamed stuffed bun, what else could it be? "

While talking, the two women came out of the noodle shop tearing, swearing and scratching each other non-stop, scared Zhou Quan hurriedly drove over.

Looking back at the pair of middle-aged women who were still fighting together, Zhou Quanshun said with a sigh of relief: "It's because you know a lot, the pasta in that store really can't be bought."

Bao Erlong, who was sitting behind him carrying the packaged food, was silent for a while and didn't reply. After a while, he said: "Brother Ah Quan, in fact, not only is the food bad in that shop, the owner also has problems. The noodle shop that operates breakfast and lunch takeaways was opened by Brother Baoyan, his father and that little girl."

Whispering——, the electric car braked suddenly and stopped directly in the middle of the road, Zhou Quan turned around and looked at the shop in disbelief, then at Bao Erlong behind him, Fa Xiao gave him a very sure look .

"Brother Baoyan doesn't know yet, so don't tell me when you go back. Grandpa said that, I don't want Brother Baoyan to have anything to do with those people. People in our village never go to that shop. shopping."

"okay, I get it."

The motorcycle restarted and took the two of them towards the village.