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Snow-white and crystal-clear rice grains mixed with turmeric beef soup, as well as yellow fried eggs and salty and delicious vinegared shredded cabbage as a base, I did not expect that these home-cooked dishes made by Tian Dazhuang were unexpectedly delicious, especially The beef is soft and delicious, the sauce is rich and delicious, so delicious that people can swallow their tongues together. No wonder the child with the axe got into a fight because he didn't enjoy eating it. Tian Xiaoman was not stingy in praising him for eating happily. He gave Tian Dazhuang a thumbs up, and said: "I can't see, you still have a skill. With this skill, it's a pity to farm in the countryside. It's better to open a restaurant in the city."

Tian Dazhuang said proudly: "It's not bad, right? Sometimes I think, if the hospital canteen in the town is going to be contracted out, I'll try it. Damn, every time I go to the hospital canteen, I want to swear Well, those pig-like chefs only know how to raise the fat on their stomachs, and the meals they make are like pig food, and they cost ten yuan a piece! So many good materials are for nothing, what kind of stuff are they made? "

When he was happy, Tian Dazhuang also told Tian Xiaoman that his specialties were not limited to this. With his mother's advice, he even knew how to make a few dishes for state banquets shown on TV!

Tian Xiaoman was a little surprised, and said, "Really? Was your mother a chef before?"

Tian Dazhuang said, "That's not true. However, my mother is really good at making food and loves to think about it. I remember that when I was a child, I occasionally ate out and ate something delicious. She went to other people's kitchens and knew how to cook it. I went home and learned how to make it for my dad and me. Later, there was a TV, and my mother liked to watch cooking shows, and she knew how to watch them, and it was more delicious and beautiful than the ones on TV, better than mine. Too much. Later, she was so sick that she was paralyzed on the bed and couldn't move, so she instructed me to cook. Hehe, my cooking skills can be regarded as the true inheritance of my mother, and the cat catches the mouse-an ancestral craft!"

Tian Xiaoman said with a smile: "In this case, I can open a private restaurant in the future, cooking by my mother! Hey, don't let such ancestral craftsmanship be buried. Why do you only want to contract the canteen of the hospital? Why don't you think about it? Open a restaurant in a big city? Or, simply go to Australia and the United States to open a Chinese restaurant? If you just contract the canteen of the hospital, then the broken hospital can open an outpatient clinic of the nutrition department, and patients with anorexia can eat a meal Chef’s state banquet dishes are so delicious, haha.”

Having been praised enough, Tian Dazhuang became a little shy again, and said: "How can you say so well? I'm just bragging. Knowing how to do it doesn't mean doing a good job. It's okay to eat at home, but you have to open a restaurant outside. It’s not necessarily a matter of earning money, and besides, opening a restaurant requires capital, so let’s wait for a while.”

"Too modest." Because it was delicious, Tian Xiaoman finished the rice mixed with soup and vegetables in a few strokes, and Tian Dazhuang served him another bowl of chicken soup for him to drink.Although there are no strong-flavored side dishes such as mushrooms and cuttlefish to enhance the taste, but because the chicken is a free-range chicken and small in size, the soup tastes very delicious, and Tian Xiaoman drank a big bowl.

After feeding the wounded, Tian Dazhuang moved him back to lie on the bed, and then went to eat his own. At the same time, he talked with Tian Xiaoman one after another, and the atmosphere was peaceful and peaceful.

Tian Xiaoman recalled the delicacy just now, and said: "This beef is really delicious, how do you make it? It's not like stewed beef, but it's a bit like sauce-flavored beef. The juice is very thick and fragrant. It's yours. One party's special dishes? Or did your mother teach you?"

Tian Dazhuang turned to his mother again when he heard this topic, but he still couldn't help being proud, and told Tian Xiaoman that the usual way of making beef in Datian Village is to use five spices, star anise and other big ingredients to marinate and collect the juice When cooking, the juice must be drained, so it is generally dry and fragrant, but Tian Dazhuang is first stewed and then roasted, and finally roasted with soybean paste until soft? The flavor is delicious and the sauce is full of fragrance, especially for rice.

Tian Xiaoman was a little surprised and said: "You need to buy a can of soybean paste to cook a piece of beef. Your mother taught you this skill is very particular." According to Tian Xiaoman's common sense, people in the city use soybean paste, sweet noodle sauce, sand tea sauce The condiments for rice are common, but farmers are generally reluctant to use soy sauce, let alone soy sauce that costs a few dollars a can.

Tian Dazhuang explained: "Soy bean paste is homemade at home, and it doesn't cost money. It is usually made in summer, and a big jar is made at a time, and there are all year round. First boil the beans, and then spread them on the bamboo dustpan , put it in the sun and dry it until the beans flow out of pulp and grow white hairs. It smells a little smelly, that is, it is fermented, then mix it with salt, white wine, etc., and put it in a kimchi jar Keep it well, and remember to stir it with chopsticks every half a month, so that it can continue to ferment. It will be ready in about two months, and it can be used for cooking, or directly used for bibimbap when you are lazy and don’t want to cook. However, sometimes when the mood comes, I will cook something delicious to reward myself, and I will also have a few good dishes, but I am too lazy to make it alone, and I will slowly make it for you in the future."

After hearing this, Tian Xiaoman said thoughtfully: "Hey, Huang Doujiang did this? Why do I seem to have the impression that people in my hometown also do this? Isn't your mother a native of Datian Village? Maybe we are... ... from my hometown?"

Because the dead mother always has a taboo about her own past and doesn't like to be mentioned, even though she is no longer here, Tian Dazhuang still instinctively does not want to violate her mother's taboo, so he said with some displeasure: "Well, I Mom came from another place, I don’t know where it is, she doesn’t like to talk about the past. Hey, don’t keep asking about my mother, dead people may not like to be talked about, besides, you Aren't you afraid? You keep asking questions?"

As he said that, Tian Dazhuang intentionally made a scary gesture and said, "Be careful...curiosity killed the cat..."

Tian Xiaoman smiled brightly, and said: "With you here, what am I afraid of? Hey, Da Zhuang, it's better to go home. Seeing that you are alive, it's not like when you were in the hospital, you were always depressed. If you don’t speak, or that nasty old woman is twisting you, seeing that you are like a primary school student, she asks a question, and you answer it.”

Tian Dazhuang said indifferently: "I respect the old and love the young, the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation!"

Tian Xiaoman was lying on the bed, but turned his head to look at Tian Dazhuang who was eating alone. He saw his long legs huddled under the small table and stool, eating gracefully with his rice bowl, and found another phenomenon: Tian Dazhuang The speed of eating is considered fast, but there is almost no chewing sound during the whole process, let alone the sound of mouth smacking when eating. It is completely gentle and well-bred, completely different from the terrible wolf-eating of the axe just now.

Tian Xiaoman was still very curious, thinking, this must have been taught by Tian Dazhuang's mother from her words and deeds since she was a child, and an elegant and elegant demeanor cannot be cultivated overnight.Also, Tian Dazhuang didn't go to school much, but he could speak very standard Mandarin, he ate elegantly, and the food he cooked was exquisite and delicate, all of which his mother taught him bit by bit in daily life.What kind of woman is Tian Dazhuang's mother?How did you come to this small mountain village?Why doesn't Tian Dazhuang like to talk about his mother's affairs?However, it is not easy to get to the bottom of these questions. Tian Dazhuang is obviously not cooperative, and if he continues to ask, he may turn his face. Tian Xiaoman will not make himself uncomfortable!

After eating, Tian Dazhuang packed up the dishes and went out to the kitchen to wash them, brought a basin of hot water to scrub Tian Xiaoman, and untied his clothes as a routine.

I used to get used to it when I was in the hospital, and I didn't think much of it. Besides, Tian Dazhuang had served his mother for five years, and he was used to nursing patients. He didn't treat his mother as a woman, so he didn't care about Tian Xiaoman. Charming thoughts are simply washing and cleaning and doing work.However, Tian Dazhuang felt that there was a ghost in his heart after being said by the axe, and his eyes were evasive and he did not dare to look directly at Tian Xiaoman, until a chuckle sounded in his ear: "What are you doing? Why don't you look at people?" ah?"

Well, look at people!I have no ghosts in my heart, I'm afraid of shit!Tian Dazhuang raised his head resolutely, and smirked at Ueda Xiaoman's face with half of his eyebrows raised. Under the dim light, he was as beautiful as a luminous body. : Damn it, what is a big man doing who looks so beautiful, and always smiles at me, laughing so hard that I... shit!hard!

Tian Dazhuang couldn't stand the visual temptation and the hotness all over his body, so he had to turn his gaze down, thinking, Tian Xiaoman is so beautiful, even better than the famous pretty girls in the village, which made me think wildly, and hurried to the neck Look, when you see Xiaoman's flat chest, abs, and dick among the black hair bushes that are exclusive to gentlemen like himself, you won't have these messy thoughts.

Unexpectedly, looking down this time, it will be even worse.

Flat is flat, but a piece of dazzling white, white and delicate, white and smooth.

Two dots of light-colored cornel are dotted on it, gently undulating with the breath.

Tian Dazhuang's eyes froze for a moment, and then he felt a lot of saliva gushing out of his throat, how could he dare to press the hand holding the towel?

This, this, this...how can people work?