The Garden Life of a Little Gardener

Since then, Qiuzao's Chef Bao has added a snack time every afternoon, taking advantage of the afternoon break every day for an hour to come back and eat all kinds of sugar water stewed for him by Zhouquan.

Ever since he failed to make the pear cup, Zhou Quan knew that his hands-on skills were hopeless, so he quickly gave up this idea and happily made soup directly.

Tremella and lotus seed soup, sweet-scented osmanthus and lotus root slice soup, white chrysanthemum and jujube soup, honey wolfberry soup, and a nourishing sugar water every day, Chef Bao’s heart is blooming and he feels sweet all over.

Soon the wound on his lip healed successfully, but Zhou Quan continued his plan of feeding a bowl of sugar water every day as if he didn't see it, and Chef Bao didn't say anything, and happily accepted the feeding every day. The big tail is wagging almost like a Hot Wheels.

For Chef Bao's behavior of "eating alone", the young people headed by Dabao and Xiaobao made a "criticism" with a hippie smile on it. Very moisturizing.

Brother Ah Quan only stewed sugar water for Brother Baoquan alone, which is not a public product. They are still younger brothers, so they have to drink it.

For the stunned youths who made such remarks, Chef Bao approached them one by one and had a cordial talk with their parents, and then these guys were thrown by the parents to work as apprentices at the homestay.

Now such energetic young people have found a place to vent, and they cry for their parents and mothers after being practiced every day.

The sun has just risen in the morning in Liangxing Village. On the second floor of Zhou’s house, Chef Bao, who has always had a very good biological clock, opened his eyes, glanced at Fa Xiao who was sleeping soundly beside him, and gently lifted the corner of the quilt to get out. bed.

However, even though he was already moving very carefully, Zhou Quan, who was sleeping soundly, still noticed that the warm, familiar and reassuring breath around him was moving away, which made him a little dissatisfied.

Humming softly a few times, Zhou Quan rubbed his head against the pillow, closed his eyes, and moved closer to Chef Bao's side bit by bit, until everyone else was on another pillow, but he hadn't touched the person he wanted to rub against. , confused Zhouquan opened his eyes.

Chef Bao, who was putting on shoes on the ground, immediately stretched out his hand when he saw this, put his arm on his pillow, hugged his head in a daze, leaned over and rubbed it vigorously, and then he was satisfied.

Looking at the other party's lazy cat, Chef Bao felt itchy in his heart, as if a feather had fallen on the tip of his heart, tickling him little by little.

Zhou Quan rubbed his sleepy head on the opponent's wrist and arm for a long time, and soon began to feel drowsy again, but he still hugged the opponent's arm and refused to let go.

Chef Bao finally couldn't help it, he bent down and kissed the other person's forehead and cheek continuously, then leaned into his ear and whispered: "It's only after five o'clock and you go to sleep, I'll go to the village committee to deal with it." Ingredients, today’s breakfast is not made alone, after you wake up, go to the village committee to eat with us.”

Moaning and chirping, Zhou Quan reluctantly let go of his hands, and wrapped the quilt around his head, as if refusing to communicate.

Seeing this, Chef Bao shook his head helplessly, thinking that Zhou Zhou's anger was getting worse and worse.

Today is Tuesday, the day when the town notified the forestry team to come.

Guarding his own barn and vegetable garden, he doesn't need to go out to buy most of the ingredients. The members of the village committee can bring some from home.

It just so happened that it was early autumn, when supplies were plentiful, and when Chef Bao came to the village committee, the stove and kitchen utensils were all ready, and the rice, noodles, grains, and rapeseed were all ready, and he was just waiting for him to come and take charge of the cooking.

Baoyan bent down to inspect the ingredients and asked, "Uncle Chen, have you confirmed how many people will come from the town?"

"The exact number of people has not been determined, but according to the experience of fighting wolves in Lishu Village last time, there will not be more than ten people. Including the accompanying guests from our village, it is enough to prepare two tables."

Hearing this, Bao Yan silently counted the dishes, nodded and said, "It's enough, just cut two catties of pork and buy two fish."

"Success, I'll ask someone to buy it, and I'll leave it to you here."

Around 06:30, the biological clock here was also ready to work. He got out of bed in a daze, and let out a sleepy breath.

Rubbing his hair like a chicken coop, he got up and looked at the time, thinking about what Brother Baoyan said to him when he left in the morning, he immediately turned over to wash and tidy up.

The village committee compound in Liangxing Village was built in the 50s and [-]s. It is an old-fashioned house with adobe, wooden doors and gray tiles.

This courtyard originally belonged to Chenjia Village, but there was no owner. The two villages merged more than 20 years ago, and it became the office compound of the village committee.

There are four rooms in the yard, two main houses and two wing rooms. The village chief accountant and committee members work in the main house, and the wing rooms are warehouses.

Now the wing room in the yard has been tidied up and used as a kitchen, and Chef Bao, who was specially invited to take charge of the spoon, is waving a frying spoon inside.

They are all villagers in the morning, and there is no need to prepare anything. They roll out the noodles by hand and put them in the pot, and start a new stove to make marinade.

Tomato and egg stew, sauce and eggplant stew, simple and delicious, Zhou Quan and members of the village committee, who were squatting on the futon with the bowl in their hands, expressed their satisfaction with the breakfast.

After breakfast, the village head took people to the village entrance to wait for those from the forestry team. Zhou Quan, his aunt and the others stayed behind to help Chef Bao who was in charge of the cooking.

The eldest aunt, who knew his culinary skills well, was not polite at all, and told him to stay away from the stove, and then handed him a basket of beans for him to pick and play.

Knowing that staying would be of no help, Zhou Quan walked out of the kitchen silently with a basket on his arm.

Forget it, after the beans are picked, he should go up the mountain with those from the forestry team, where he should still be useful, at least familiar.

At around nine o'clock, two vehicles drove over on the road in the direction of Liangxing Village. The leader was a four-passenger pickup truck, painted dark green with the words Agriculture and Forestry Law Enforcement written in black.

Followed by a seven-passenger van, it looks like a domestic Wuling Hongguang, nothing special.

Seeing the car at the other end, Village Chief Chen knew that the person they were waiting for was coming.

Sure enough, after the pickup turned around, it stopped next to Village Chief Chen, and the window rolled down, revealing a big round face that Village Chief Chen was very familiar with.

"Officer Yang, are you here with the comrades from the city this time?"

"That's right, I am responsible for the agriculture, forestry, water and soil in the town, and I am most familiar with the situation in your village, so the mayor asked me to come here as a tour guide."

While speaking, the second Wuling Hongguang had already turned around. The doors of the two cars were opened together, and eight or nine people came out from inside. Among the six people who got off Wuling Hongguang, two of them were carrying shotgun.

Officer Yang took the initiative to introduce to both parties: "The one sitting next to me and driving is Xiao Cui from the County Forestry Bureau, and the one behind is Da Liu from the County Forestry Bureau."

Then he called the people who came down from Wuling Hongguang and introduced them: "These people are from the municipal forestry police, and they are responsible for solving the problem of hares and pheasants harassing agricultural production for us this time. This city captain, is The person in charge this time."

Turning around, he introduced the situation of the Liang surname village to the people from the forestry side. As an officer who often needs to go down to the grassroots, he basically knows the situation of the village committee members in the Liang surname village.

Captain Qi, who led the team, was one of the people with the shotgun on his back. After the two sides introduced each other enthusiastically, the other party took the initiative to say: "You are the village head of the village with two surnames? This is the lunch fee for the nine of us. Please take it for me." .”

As he spoke, he took out 200 yuan and handed it directly to Village Chief Chen.

I really didn't expect that the other party would do this. The uncle of the Chen family was stunned for a moment and then hurried back: "Comrade, you came to help us, which one opened the guests to help and don't care about the meal? How can I still ask you for a meal?" fee?"

However, he is an ordinary villager in his 50s, how can he compare with the gun-carrying man, and the money can't be squeezed back.

Seeing this, Officer Yang persuaded from the side: "Old Chen, you can accept it. Captain Qi and the others are also disciplined."

In the end, the money still couldn't be returned, so the village chief had no choice but to help, while thinking in his heart that he must add some dishes for everyone at noon.

After more than an hour, Zhou Quan finally picked all the beans in the basket and sent the ingredients back to the kitchen, then trotted to find his uncle.

In the kitchen, Chef Bao put the ingredients of stewed chicken and carp stewed tofu into the pot and stewed them separately.

Chef Bao took off his apron and said to Aunt Chen who was still chopping vegetables, "Auntie, take care of this side first, I'll go back to the B&B, and I'll be back before eleven o'clock."

"Go, don't worry, I'm here."

When Chef Bao returned to the B&B, most of the guests who came to stay there had already followed the tour guide and went to the mountain to participate in various activities.

Only old man Wang, who had been actively participating in various activities in the past, did not go, and sat in the courtyard where he headed in, drinking tea leisurely.

Seeing Chef Bao come in, old man Wang put down his teacup and said, "I thought you wouldn't be here today because of something."

Upon hearing this, Chef Bao put on his chef uniform and said, "Don't worry, you will definitely have an extra dish for every meal."

"Then I'll wait and see, please."

Hearing this, Baoyan walked into the kitchen, and within a few minutes there was the sound of chopping vegetables from the kitchen.

Hearing the sound, the old man held his teacup and said to himself: "Stewed tofu, roasted tofu, stuffed tofu, fried tofu, baked tofu, fried tofu, fried tofu, tofu cake, tofu balls, tofu fish, this one is more Yue, you gave me a tofu dish every day, didn't you just say that you want to eat all the dishes you can cook in 70 days, do you need to be so serious?"

No matter what he thought, Chef Bao continued to work in the kitchen, and he came out a few minutes later with a plate of tofu dish in his hand.

Before the people and the dishes approached, the smell of the fragrance came directly. Old man Wang sniffed his nose and sniffed it a few times, and immediately recognized the source of the fragrance: "It's the fragrance of scallion oil. This time it won't Is it mixed with tofu?"

As he spoke, he poked his head out to take a look, and the dish that the other party brought was indeed tofu.

It was a whole piece of tofu, which was cut into thin square pieces the size of a one-dollar coin, neatly placed in the middle of the plate, topped with sauced shallots and coriander.

The terribly fragrant scallion oil smell came from the plate of tofu.

Putting the plate of mixed tofu in front of old man Wang, Chef Bao said, "I'm short on time, so I'll trouble you to eat the mixed tofu first."

During the conversation, the unique aroma of scallion oil slowly spread to the entire courtyard. A few guests who hadn't gone out smelled the aroma and found it. When they saw the plate of mixed tofu in front of Mr. Wang, they couldn't help drooling.

Old man Wang didn't care about others, picked up a piece of shiny tofu with chopsticks and put it directly into his mouth.

As soon as he took his mouth, the unique aroma of scallion oil filled his mouth. The oil was so crispy that it almost fell off, and the thin onion skin was spread on the tender tofu with fragrance. In my hometown, I ate fresh scallion shellfish over there.

The tofu tasted like seafood. This is not only an effect that can be achieved by consuming fuel. What did Chef Bao add to the soup?

No, it's not just the sauce, the tofu should also be specially processed, otherwise it won't be tender and elastic.

Probably because his expression was too obsessed, the other guests who wanted to eat were even more greedy, and they all started to protest.

Guest A: "How can your homestay treat them differently? We also want to eat this kind of mixed tofu."

Guest B: "That's right, it's so fragrant and fragrant, it hooks my greedy worms out, I want to eat this dish at noon."

Uncle Wen was very troubled when he heard that it was not difficult to mix tofu. What was difficult was the sauce in Baoyan's plate of mixed tofu. In addition to green onions, there were purple onions, bay leaves, peppercorns, aniseed ingredients and other ingredients.

Although these materials are available in the kitchen, everyone knows the frying oil. The most difficult thing to master is always the heat. The degree to which the materials are fried determines the success or failure of a serving of oil.

For example, scallion oil, if the heat is not enough, it will smell of scallion, but if the heat is too high, it will be bitter and unpalatable.

Scallion oil is the taste of the south, and the northerners don’t use it much, especially in the Northeast. Uncle Wen knows how to make it, but he can’t control the heat well.

After sending the chef's uniform back to the kitchen, Chef Bao came out and said, "Uncle Wen, add the tofu mix to today's special menu. I've put the tofu in ice water and put the fried scallion oil in it." Just take it out of the freezer when you need it."

When Uncle Wen heard this, he quickly said that there was no problem. The most difficult thing has been solved, and they can take care of the rest.

Before going out, Chef Bao, who was tidying up his sleeves, turned his head and said, "Master Wang, eat slowly, there are other tofu waiting for you at noon and evening."

Chairman Wang burst into tears when he heard the words. He felt that he would never eat tofu again after he left here. He has eaten the most delicious tofu dishes here. How can the tastes of ordinary people outside Satisfying him?

Does Master Bao want to get rid of his thoughts about other people's tofu in the future?

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Chairman Wang one month ago: 210 meals in [-] days, [-] to [-] dishes, if you don’t believe me, you can’t finish Master’s specialty dishes here.

Old man Wang one month later: 210 days, [-] meals, not even a single tofu...