Zhang Bei

19.

Back home, after changing his shoes, Zhang Bei went straight into the kitchen with the bag in his hand.

After washing the trotters twice in cold water, blanch them in hot water for a while, take them out, and drain the water.On the other side, pour oil into a hot pan, and when the oil is warm, add the sliced ​​shallots, ginger and garlic and stir-fry.No spices like star anise, he doesn't like that taste.Then put in a few grains of rock sugar and stir to melt, pour in the drained pig's trotters for stir fry, and pour in some dark soy sauce.Gradually, the smell of meat in the kitchen became stronger and stronger, and Zhang Bei felt that all the cells in his body seemed to be awakened by the aroma.

Zhang Bei loved to eat pig's feet since he was a child.

Whenever it is Chinese New Year, or he is about to take an exam, or he gets good grades in the exam, etc., his mother will stew pig's feet for him.Because of this incident, Zhang Yang took a lot of this to get Joe.Mother knew that he didn't like those spices, so she only used some onion and ginger.The heat of the stew is almost ready, sprinkle with a handful of soybeans that have been soaked for a long time.At that time, there was a smell of meat in the house, just like now.

After I went to high school, because of poor grades, I ate less and less often.At that time, ribs were eaten at home because Zhang Yang loved them.After work, I didn't eat any more.

Later, when he came to G City, he never did it for himself.He thought he wouldn't.However, Zhang Bei didn't realize until he bought something and put it into the pot that even though he hadn't touched many things for many years, every step, every taste, and every texture were firmly engraved on the pot. in the bones.

Even after years, it cannot be changed.

As soon as his thoughts flew away, he smelled a faint burnt smell. Zhang Bei quickly regained his senses, added half a pot of boiling water to the pot, and turned the heat to the maximum.After a while, the water boiled.Put a small handful of salt in, Zhang Bei covered the pot, turned the heat to low and simmered slowly.The pot was bubbling and bubbling, the lid of the pot was neatly poured up and down, and the smell in the kitchen became more and more intense.

Zhang Bei scooped up two bowls of rice and was about to wash the rice. It was almost under the faucet. Suddenly he slapped his head, smiled self-deprecatingly, and poured another bowl back to wash the rice and stew the rice.Finally, pour the washed and soaked soybeans into the pig's knuckle pot.

When I was done, I looked at the sun. It had risen a lot, and the sky was already bright.The sounds of the hustle and bustle outside came, children yelling, adults scolding, women's parents complaining, mixed with dogs barking, birds chirping, car horns, and so on.How lively.