The Garden Life of a Little Gardener

The birthdays of Zhou Quan and Bao Yan are very simple, two big men, not so much romantic cells, the picture is a real one.

In the past, when they were both young, Grandpa Bao and Grandpa Zhou always celebrated the birthdays of the two children together for the sake of convenience.

Later they separated, Zhou Quan was fine, but Chef Bao, except himself, no one around him knew when his birthday was.

This time, if Zhou Quan didn't want to cook him a bowl of longevity noodles, Chef Bao felt that this year's birthday would be the same as in previous years, and he would fall asleep right away.

But his birthday is also Zhou Zhou's birthday, Chef Bao feels inexplicably happy whenever he thinks about it.

Since it was Zhouquan who wanted to celebrate his birthday, Chef Bao originally planned to make arrangements, at least he had to make a table for him to be decent.

It's a pity that Zhou Quan felt sorry for him when he was busy all day, and he stopped him and refused to let him go. But this is not a problem for Chef Bao. He knows what Zhou Zhou likes to eat, and he had already stewed it in the kitchen last night. Jar of Buddha jumping over the wall.

According to Zhou Quan's taste, Chef Bao added abalone, sea cucumber, fish lip, king oyster mushroom, tendon, flower mushroom, cuttlefish, scallop, quail egg, razor clam, taro, baby food and other ingredients into this can of Buddha Tiaoqiang.

These more than a dozen ingredients should be processed in different ways and made into a dish independently.

Then gather together, add broth and Shaoxing wine, and simmer for at least ten hours to complete.

The soup is mellow, thick and delicious, not greasy or greasy, tonifies the body, which is the biggest feature of Buddha Tiaoqiang.

This dish belongs to Fujian cuisine and is very popular in Fujian, Guangzhou, Hong Kong and Taiwan.

There are people who know this dish in the Northeast, but not many have eaten it, and there are even fewer restaurants that feature this dish.

Because of the cumbersome ingredients and cumbersome preparation, a good can of Buddha Tiaoqiang is often expensive. This dish is not on the menu of Baojia B&B, but he knows that Zhou Quan likes to eat it, so he made it on purpose.

In addition, there are some other stewed dishes, braised vegetables, mixed vegetables and so on on the table.

Neither of them liked cakes, so there was nothing like that on the table, and naturally blowing out candles and singing birthday songs were omitted.

The highlight of tonight is the longevity noodles cooked by Chef Bao himself. For this bowl of noodles, he has been busy since the morning.

A ball of warm water was mixed with a small amount of salt for more than an hour, and the reconciled noodles were kneaded for half an hour and rested for half an hour.

Repeat this no less than seven or eight times before the dough is reconciled.

The reconciled noodles started to be rubbed, from the thickness of the wrist to the thickness of the fingers, and the circles were placed in the disc, covered with a damp cloth and woken up for another 4 hours.

With this dough, Chef Bao took care of it from morning to night, until now he was able to finish cooking.

Watching Chef Bao grab one end of the noodles and throw the other end into the cooked noodles, little by little, like a white dragon crossing the river, flying up and down is very wonderful.

Chef Bao said that his method is the authentic Huanglongxi one noodle method. There is only one noodle in a pot, and it is continuous from the beginning to the end. It is auspicious.

Soon that piece of noodles was thrown into the pot by Chef Bao, looking at the dumbfounded Fa Xiao standing by the door of the outer room, Bao Yan smiled and asked, "Who told me to cook longevity noodles for me this morning?" Why? Why haven’t you moved yet? You won’t be asking me to eat instant noodles this year, right?”

Because of his poor cooking skills, many years ago, he patted his small chest and said that he would cook longevity noodles for Fa Xiao. In the end, he only cooked a bowl of instant noodles, and Zhou Quan felt his face was slightly hot.

But he still said stubbornly: "Instant noodles are definitely not, but I can't make a single noodle like you. I'll serve you a bowl of noodles with two eggs in it. You like the runny ones. "

Ten minutes later, Zhou Quan and Chef Bao sat opposite each other at the kang table, with a bowl of longevity noodles made by the other party in front of them.

On Zhou Quan's side, Huang Longxi's big wrist took a piece of noodles, and a whole piece of noodles as thick as a little finger was placed in the soup bowl, undulating and shaking in the noodle soup like a Fulong.

On Chef Bao's side, there is a big bowl of longxu noodles, with two snow-white poached eggs on top, and thin shredded pickles are carefully dotted on the side, which seems to be seasoning for the noodles and eggs.

Zhou Quan was still observing the bowl of noodles in front of him, but Chef Bao had already moved his chopsticks.

Pick up a poached egg in the bowl, sip it slightly, the egg is directly divided into two by the chopsticks from the middle, the egg yolk inside is tender, showing a semi-solidified but not flowing state.

The poached eggs are medium-cooked, tender and soft, which is Chef Bao's favorite.

"You have a good grasp of the fire. It seems that you have made great progress recently."

"That is, by your side and watching you work every day, no matter how stupid a person is, he can learn something useful."

While speaking, Zhou Quan had already picked up the noodles in his big porcelain bowl, found out a section of the top, bit it into his mouth and sucked it in forcefully.

The smooth noodles rushed directly into Zhou Quan's mouth by the suction force, he kept tilting his head slightly to swallow the noodles into his mouth, but the long strand of noodles seemed to have no end, no matter how much Zhou Quan pulled, he would keep pulling. .

He couldn't hold it in Zhou Zhou's mouth after sucking it down, so he had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​sucking it all at once, and cut off the noodles with his teeth.

As soon as he licked his mouth, Zhouquan felt the specialness of the noodles in his mouth. After the tough noodles were cut off, they swayed between Zhouquan's lips and teeth as if they were exerting force. The elasticity was extraordinary during the shaking, but it was effortless to eat.

Flexible but not difficult to twist, smooth but still chewy, the taste of a bowl of noodles is no worse than that of handmade sweet potato vermicelli.

"Well, it's delicious. Although there is no stew added to the noodles, they are salty, fresh and refreshing. It's really strange."

Chef Bao, who was using a spoon to make Buddha jump over the wall for him, said, "I added a little sea salt when kneading the noodles, so it will have this kind of texture when I eat it."

As he spoke, a bowl of Buddha Tiaoqiang full of good ingredients and thick soup was handed to Zhou Quan.

Suck yo, suck yo.

After cooking for a day and a night, the aroma of Buddha jumping over the wall whetted Zhou Quan's appetite,

Opening his mouth wide, Zhou Quan ate up a large bowl of Chef Bao's special Longevity Noodles. Then he picked up a bowl full of Buddha Jumping Wall, scooped up taro and put it in his mouth.

"Well, it's soft and fragrant, and it's full of the soup in the earthen pot. It's obviously taro, but the freshness and sweetness of seafood and the fragrance of vegetables are in your mouth. It's an endless aftertaste."

As he spoke, Zhouquan dug out another piece of taro and put it into his mouth, then squinted his eyes like a little hamster, and ate with big mouthfuls while holding the bowl with puffed cheeks.

On the other side, the poached eggs in Chef Bao's bowl of longevity noodles have already been eaten, and half of the thin longxu noodles are gone.

A very ordinary bowl of longxu noodles can't find any advantages and advantages, but it just makes Chef Bao, who has tasted delicious food, eat it happily and comfortably.

When Zhouquan finished eating all the taro inside and was about to attack his next favorite ingredient, he suddenly remembered something, stopped and said, "By the way, that boy Erlong knows our birthday today, In the morning, I brought a bottle of wine, said to be medicinal wine brewed by his father himself, and the effect of nourishing the body is particularly good, I'll go get it and let's try it."

As he said that, Zhou Quan stepped on his slippers to rummage in the cupboard, and after a while, he returned to the kang with a wine bottle in hand.

The medicinal wine that Bao Erlong sent over was pale yellow and looked ordinary, but after unscrewing it, the wine smelled very strong, it seems that the alcohol content used in it would not be too low.

Grabbing two deep bowls casually, Zhou Quan put them on himself and Fa Xiaoman, raised the bowls and said, "Happy birthday to both of us."

After finishing speaking, Zhouquan raised his head and took a big sip, then coughed and said: "Ahem, what kind of wine is this? Why is it so spicy? Ahem, it's still bitter, what did Uncle Long put in it?"

Chef Bao, who also took a big mouthful, heard the sound and slapped Fa Xiao on the back while saying: "The wine with medicinal herbs should be Laobaigan, but what is in it can't be drunk."

"Ahem, Uncle Long is really willing to use Laobaigan to make medicinal wine, no wonder it's so choking."

The 67% Laobaigan is very popular among them, but it is really a test for someone like Zhou Quan whose drinking capacity is only moderate.

He might not drink it normally, but today is his and Brother Baozhen's birthday, and the more he thinks about it, the happier he still can't help but pick up the wine bowl again.

Chef Bao knew what kind of drinking capacity Faxiao was, so it was only a bowl. Chef Bao drank more than half of the remaining high-grade medicinal wine.

After dinner, Zhou Quan was lucky, but Chef Bao was already slightly drunk, lying on the kang with his head on his hands, his eyes fixed on Zhou Quan's body, like a tiger lying in the forest, flicking its tail Watching the deer running by his nest.

Zhou Quan, who cleared the table and cleaned up the dishes, is used to this, and Bao Yan, who is too drunk, will look at him with this look from time to time.

At the very beginning, he still felt hairy on his back and felt uncomfortable, but after a long time, he realized that the other party was only him, and Zhou Quan was no stranger to it.

At night, the two of them were lying side by side under the blankets as before. After returning to the village, Zhou Quan, who had a good sleep quality, didn't know what happened today, but couldn't sleep.

He felt a dry heat in his body, which made others sweat slightly under the quilt. At first, he thought it was because of the hot weather and the thick quilt, but after kicking off the thin quilt, he found that it was still the same.

After tossing and tossing several times, Zhouquan lay on his side on the mattress weakly.

The heavy curtains blocked all light sources, Zhou Quan always felt something was wrong in the dark room.

After lying on the pillow and thinking for a few minutes, Zhou Quan finally realized what was wrong.

Fa Xiao, who was sleeping on the opposite side of him, was a very vigilant person. Zhou Quan could wake up and notice him occasionally when he woke up at night. Why didn't Brother Baoyan ask him aloud after he had been tossing around for so long today?

Is it true that someone who drank too much alcohol fell asleep?

In the dark night, a figure moved forward gently, slowly approaching the guy who hadn't moved since getting into the bed.

The closer Zhou Quan got to him, the more he felt that his judgment was correct, because he already felt that not only was Fa Xiao's body stiff, but his breathing was also particularly heavy.

This is definitely not the state where he usually falls asleep, so what's wrong with Xiaobie?

Zhou Quan, who was getting closer and closer, was almost sticking to the opponent's back, he leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Brother Baoyan, are you feeling unwell?"

The tall man didn't answer his question, but just shrank his body and covered himself with a thin quilt.

Seeing this, Zhou Quan was a little anxious, pulled off the quilt, reached in and fumbled around, trying to find the other person's forehead to feel the temperature on it.

The opponent's body was very hot, and there seemed to be a thin layer of sweat, which made Zhouquan particularly worried.

The body of the person in the quilt became stiffer and hotter, and finally he couldn't help but say, "I'm fine, stop touching me."

The hoarse voice did not match the clarity of the past, hissing like dark clouds covering the moon, as if the long-dry fields lacked the moisture of rain.

"You're hoarse and you still say you're fine? Do you have a fever because you're so hot? Get up and let's go to the village health center."

"I'm fine, don't touch me."

The small voice sounded very depressed, as if he was enduring something hard.

"Don't be stubborn, can you? When I touch you, you are sweaty, hot and humid. If you are sick, you will..."

Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly, because Zhou Quan felt something hard, hot and scalding under his hand.

He grabbed it lightly, and the thing he touched was still bouncing in his palm, but Fa Xiao suddenly groaned.

Realizing something, Zhou Quan hurriedly withdrew, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, rolling all the way from the top of the kang to the end of the kang with all its fur covered in fur.

Now he finally knew why Fa Xiao was breathing heavily and his body was hot, because he also started to have the same symptoms.

Taking a few deep breaths, Zhou Quan cleared up his blood-congested brain. After thinking about it, he felt that although it was a bit embarrassing, it was still normal. After all, he was a young man in his twenties with a strong physique and full of energy.

Even he himself would occasionally germinate when he woke up in the morning, so he didn't need to be so excited at all.

"Ahem, you... that... is very uncomfortable, do you want... do you want me to help?"

It's normal for brothers to do each other a favor... right?

The person who had been wrapping himself in the thin quilt was silent for a long time before saying: "No need."

As he said that, he got up from the bed, went to the ground in the dark with a very stiff posture, without any slippers on, walked out with his back turned to Zhouquan and said, "I'm going to take a shower."

The door of the room opened and closed, leaving Zhou Quan alone on the kang, a little at a loss.

After lying on the heated kang for a while, he suddenly turned over, grabbed his cell phone and called Bao Erlong.

In the middle of the night, he was hot and hot, and he was hot, and there was no reason for the two of them to be together. The food was nothing special, and the problem must have appeared on the bottle of medicinal wine.

A few seconds later, the call was connected, and Bao Erlong on the other side asked vaguely: "What's wrong, Brother Ah Quan, calling so late?"

"Let me ask you, what's in your medicinal wine?"

"Just some common medicinal materials, nothing special, what's wrong?"

"Then why do we... why do we..."

"What is it? I have something to say."

"Just... a little excited."

"Excited? What excited? Who is so excited? Excited? It's not what I thought!!!"

"What are you thinking!!! What is in your medicinal wine?"

"Wahhahaha, you two, right? I laughed so hard, hahahahaha!!!"

"You're laughing at me, believe it or not? It's all because of that bottle of medicinal wine. Why didn't I do this before?"

"Don't be foolish, I also drank that medicinal wine at night, why is it all right? It is true that some velvet slices, fairy spleen and other medicines are soaked in it, but the amount is not large, and it can at most have a health care effect, but it is not that much. Great power, did you miss something to eat at night?"

"No, it's just stews, noodles and a pot of Buddha jumping over the wall at night."

"Buddha jumped over the wall? Stewed oysters in it?"

"Is that true? It's just the usual sea cucumber, abalone, fish lip, etc..." Zhou Quan's voice became softer as he spoke.

"Sea cucumbers, abalones, and most importantly, fish lips. Add a bottle of nourishing medicinal wine, why didn't you two spray nosebleeds?"

"That...it's too late, I won't bother, I'll hang up first."

Quickly hung up the other party's phone, Zhou Quan buried himself in the quilt and said, "It's such a coincidence that they all met together. This is really embarrassing. Tomorrow, I will definitely be ridiculed by that big mouth of Erlong."

After the sound of the phone disappeared, the room became quiet again. Zhou Quan, who was still worried about his childhood, went barefoot, opened the door quietly, and eavesdropped at the door.

The remodeled shower room is next to the kitchen, and it is very close to the Westinghouse, so the sound of running water can be heard very clearly at the door.

Listening to it, he couldn't help but think of the feeling under his hands when he fumbled just now. It was so hot and hard that he couldn't grasp it. It was really valuable.

The more he thought about it, the hotter he became, Zhouquan shook his head vigorously, shaking out all his little inferiority complex.

Crawling back into the quilt again, Zhou Quan shrank himself under the quilt, touched his hot face and cursed secretly: "Damn, what does it matter to me if he sprouts? Why am I so shy and shy?"