Honey in oil gl [gourmet]

"The visitor is a guest, please sit inside."

The old man didn't even turn around, he finished speaking slowly, and continued with the work at hand.

The voice was a little unusually thin.

Qinghe didn't pay attention to listen, just watched.She took a closer look and found that the movement was clearly rolling the dough.

Yo, I met a colleague.

"Old man, are you running a shop?"

Qinghe couldn't help asking questions, but she didn't answer after waiting for a long time.I couldn't help but feel anxious before I got a reply.

"Ah."

Seeing the old man's indifference, she made fun of it, touched her nose and walked into the house.

The room is not big, but it is cleaned very clean. There are also some small ornaments in the hut, such as the celadon vase in the corner, a picture on the wall and so on.

The vase is very new and polished, so it can be seen that it is not expensive. The words and the small sign at the door are made by the same person. These are not expensive, but together they reveal the exquisiteness of the owner.

This old man is so mysterious.

Qinghe and Erbai walked around the room, Erbai's hands were itchy and kept bumping things, Qinghe stopped her.

"Erbai, don't mess with the master's things, what if you break them."

But after speaking, I couldn't bear it anymore, and ran to the yard to see the old man.

The old man's body is not very strong, and the high protruding shoulder blades even look thin from the back, but the dough that has been frozen very hard in winter is just allowed to be kneaded and deformed by him.

"Girl, if you want to see it, just get closer."

Qinghe couldn't wait, and hurried forward, staring at him without blinking.

"Today, I just wanted to eat stewed noodles. You came here just at the beginning, which is also fate. Seeing you like this, it is obvious that you also like to do things, so I will talk to you."

The old man boiled his face in a pot, and when he opened the cauldron beside him, a very strong aroma came out.

"This kind of stew is divided into clear stew and mixed stew. No matter what kind of soup is good, the soup is clear chicken soup, white meat soup and mutton soup. Dingguagua is made from diced mushrooms. The soup is clear and flavorful. It is a good product in the soup. There are Mushrooms, mushrooms, dried dried shrimps, eggs, fresh bamboo shoots, etc., if it is clear stewed, it is all diced, and if it is mixed, it is all sliced. People in Kyoto also habitually put some carrageenan, and finally sprinkle some freshly ground White pepper, fresh coriander, spicy and fresh, can be regarded as complete ingredients."

"I happened to be making mixed stew today. Put some sliced ​​ham, chicken and sea cucumber on the surface, and it's three delicacies stewed."

While the old man was talking, the movements of his hands were not delayed at all. Before starting the pot, he fried some prickly ash oil with an iron ladle, poured it on the stew while it was hot, and with a sizzling sound, the fragrance of the pepper was overflowing, and he was done.

Qinghe's whole body seemed to be excited, and she kept walking around in a small way.Since she opened her own shop, it's been a long time since she went out to look for food and learn how to cook it like she used to.

She took Erbai and trotted back into the house, obediently put her left hand on her knee, with an expectation on her face, she kept sticking her head out, like a child expecting encouragement from her parents.

Erbai was a little puzzled, what happened to Qingqing, she just stared at the old man when she came in today, and ignored me.So she was also a little sullen, staring at the recessed part of the table, as if she could stare at a flower from inside.

Da da da……

The footsteps outside the door hit Qing He's heart like a drumbeat, matching her heartbeat.

Erbai next to him pricked up his ears, as if he heard Qingqing's heartbeat.

No way?Jumping so well?I will listen carefully.

But the eyes couldn't help but follow the delicious noodles, and was about to reach out, but was snatched away by the other hand.

"Mine!" Qinghe old hen stretched out her hand to protect the portion of noodles in front of her like a calf, picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

pat.

"Ahem." Qinghe was a little embarrassed, her left hand was not working well, she was so excited that she dropped the chopsticks in her hand, picked two noodles and dropped them on the table, "You can eat it too."

The old man also served another bowl of noodles, and Erbai watched Qinghe with great enjoyment, Qinghe immediately pushed another bowl of noodles in front of Erbai, beckoning her to eat quickly.

Erbai stared straight at it for a while, and came to the conclusion that he picked up the chopsticks.

"Qingqing, let me help you."

Qing He's first reaction was to glance at the old man next to him, but who knew that the other party didn't look at them at all, and sat down at another table with a bowl of noodles and started eating.

"Enough!"

Qinghe ate the noodles that Erbai fed with some embarrassment, and her initial refusal and restraint disappeared after eating the noodles. She urged repeatedly, "Hurry up."

The noodles are full of strength, chewing as if there is a real sense of bouncing in the mouth, and there is a slight taste of chicken soup and the freshness of dried shrimps. The mushrooms absorb all the flavors, and they are full of juice when bitten down. The soup base is thick and flavorful. The pepper is so spicy, drink a few more sips, the tip of the tongue will feel numb, and even the forehead will sweat a little in winter.

This, this is simply too delicious!The noodles made by myself are not enough to look at in front of this one!

Qinghe told Erbai to eat quickly, so as not to get cold, picked up a spoon and drank a few mouthfuls of soup, slowly savored the taste, closed his eyes and thought about the old man's movements, suddenly stood up with a "swoosh", and strode away He made a big gift in front of the old man.

"Please accept me as an apprentice."

The moment Qinghe bent over, the old man turned his head quickly, and the agility of his movements did not reveal his sixtieth age at all.

"No, no, I'm old, and I don't want to cause more trouble. I don't accept apprentices, and even opening a shop is just casual. If there are customers, I will cook for myself, and I will not accept apprentices."

Qinghe bent his knees and wanted to kneel down, but Erbai, who had been paying attention to Qinghe's movements from the beginning, saw a trend, and immediately ran over to set up Qinghe, but the chair over there fell down without paying attention.

"Qingqing, if you don't kneel down, why should you kneel down to him?"

Regarding kneeling, Erbai naturally resisted.No matter who is kneeling, she always has a mentality of "why does this person make me kneel?" Qinghe, as the person she values ​​most (although she has amnesia), naturally imposes this preference on her.So every time Qinghe knelt down, she really wanted to fly up and pull her up, and then pull out the person Qinghe knelt down and beat him up.

For example, today, she found that Qinghe couldn't pull it up, and she insisted on kneeling, so she stopped pulling it up, stood in front of her, and wanted to pull the old man up.

"Hey, where is Qingqing kneeling on you, why don't you look at her?"

The old man didn't pay attention, and was almost pulled down, Qinghe exclaimed, and Erbai hurriedly used his hands to force the old man to stand still.

"Girls are impatient..."

In the middle of speaking, the old man suddenly stopped staring at Erbai, his eyes wide open without blinking.

Erbai was looked at inexplicably, touched her face, her eyes were wide open, she said fiercely, "What are you looking at!"

The old man closed his eyelids and shrank his hands into his sleeves, as if he was very cold, he shivered and stooped.

"Once this person gets old, he will be looked down upon easily, alas..."

The first word "this" sounded a little high, and it sounded a bit sharp, but then it gradually lowered, and the sigh was still unfinished, and Qing He's heart softened several times.

After talking about Erbai, he whispered a few words into her ear, nothing more than to respect the elders or something.

"I'm thirsty after eating this side..." The old man made a fist and coughed a few times against his mouth, Qinghe immediately told Erbai to wait obediently and poured a bowl of clear soup.

"Please drink."

"I was interrupted before I was full, and the noodles were cold, so I had to change..."

"You wait, I'll get it for you."

"This man is old and can't do anything, and his whole body hurts when he moves..."

"You sit down, I'll give you a thump."

The corners of Erbai's eyes were red, watching Qing He slapping the board with his right hand and still being made to turn around, his heart ached unbearably.But whenever she was about to move and couldn't sit still, she would receive Qing He's warning eyes.

Don't move, just sit down.

So, she could only feel wronged by herself.

"Okay, okay, you girl is sensible, quick and diligent in handling things."

With a wave of the old man's hand, Qing He could finally calm down.

With a happy expression on Qing He's face, he muttered "teacher", before the old man shook his head immediately.

"No, no, no, I don't accept apprentices, what kind of teacher, don't dare to be a teacher." He waved his hands again and again, just as Qinghe was extremely disappointed, and the situation turned again, "But, when you are old, it is inconvenient to do things alone. You If this girl is free to come and help, I wonder if she would like to?"

"I would like to."

Qinghe nodded quickly, as if she was afraid that the other party would regret it.

"It's much easier to handle. It's always a bit troublesome to live alone, so it's better now." The old man stood up and stretched his muscles, "However, it's better for this girl's house to move around less, so as not to be occupied by others. Cheap."

Qinghe greeted Erbai, and the two began to clean up the leftover dishes and chopsticks in the house.

After finishing speaking, the old man walked outside with a sigh, one hand behind his back, and the other hand slowly hammered his back, sighing and didn't know who to talk to, "An's birthday is only a few days, see Tian'er is always here I'm wandering outside, it's annoying to death..."

Qinghe blinked her eyes, but didn't understand what it meant, "Who is the master talking about? Who is always hanging around here?"

"I told you not to be Master, Master. My surname is Chen, so you can call me whatever you want. There is no one. Recently, some officials from the government have been hanging around in the street, and I am too old to dare to go out."

Qinghe's eyelids twitched, and he quickly answered, "Mr. Chen, Erbai and I are going back first. I will come back to help you when I have time. If you need anything, I will bring it to you."

"No need, no need, there are young people helping me, you guys go away, the quarrel is giving me a headache." After speaking, he wandered into his own yard.

Qinghe pulled Erbai out the door, pretending to go out.

"Erbai, follow me well, don't run around in the future."

Erbai, who was pulled by Qinghe, obediently responded, looking at the back of Erbai's jet-black head without blinking.

"Hey!"