Wishing Restaurant didn't want to explode

It's only past four o'clock, lunch is over, dinner hasn't started yet, and all the students are busy at work.

Bai He got the inspiration and stayed at home to write a song. At this time, there were only three idlers in the shop:

Uncle Song and Mr. Li in the sunset red group, and Aunt Zhao who was working hard with her embroidered frame.

The weather is getting hotter, and the elderly can't stand the sun. Recently, the two uncles usually only go out for a stroll in the morning and evening.

In my spare time, I either hang out at Liao Kee restaurant to relieve boredom, or go home.

It seems that this place has been regarded as a second nest.

In fact, the leisure bar next door is more suitable for sitting and chatting, and many young people pass by as soon as the door opens every day.

Listening to soft music, you can sit for most of the day with a casual order of a drink, taking pictures and working well.

These days, it has become the new favorite of many student parties and office workers for leisure and office work.

But there is no Boss Liao there.

Compared with the more fashionable leisure bars, regular customers still prefer restaurants, even if the back kitchen is tinkling and chaotic, they feel at ease.

"Hey, people are in good spirits on happy occasions, Xiao Liao, your face is flushed," Uncle Song said while sipping his wine, shaking his head, "This is a good thing."

Mr. Li laughed and said, "You talk nonsense all day long."

If you don't know anything about Feng Shui, who will believe it?

Aunt Zhao poked the embroidered cloth a few times with a ox hair needle, looked up at Liao Chu.

After a long time, he hummed, "Not to mention, his face is indeed rosier than a few days ago, and his complexion is also better."

Liao Chu himself didn't pay attention. Hearing what they said, he touched his chin unconsciously, "Really?"

Good things, of course there are.

Aunt Zhao knew who he was going out with on weekends, so she guessed something vaguely, so she nodded with a smile.

"It seems that going out to play is not in vain, right?"

Liao Chu hummed.

"Is Boss Liao here? There is a delivery!"

someone yelled outside.

Liao Chu went out to pick him up.

It's a big cardboard box, but it's light and fluffy.

"Yo, what did you buy?"

Uncle Song asked casually.

Liao Chu didn't make a sound.

Naturally, it's a good thing, so go back tonight and bring Yu Yu to watch it together.

Maybe there will be an on-site practice.

Uncle Song, who didn't hear the answer, was not annoyed, and just asked with a smile: "What special dishes do you have today?"

Mr. Li would feel uncomfortable if he didn't stab him a few times a day, "I just had breakfast, and I haven't seen you so active in other things."

Liao Chu said: "Rabbits, cold-eating rabbits, dried pot rabbits, braised rabbits, and spicy rabbit heads."

There is not much meat in the rabbit, but it still has a big head.

Fortunately, the industrious and simple Chinese people have long researched a variety of eating methods, and there is no waste in keeping them.

"I want one for cold food and one for dry pot!" Mr. Li quickly changed his words.

What a joke!

Since he came here, he hasn't tasted these two dishes for many years.

Must try today.

Uncle Song looked at him and clicked his tongue.

Feel free to say me.

I'm just asking, you're fine, and you're ordering food!

Mr. Li's thought soul was burning, and he said quietly: "Sichuan cuisine is always the god!"

Uncle Song heheed twice, pointed to the empty restaurant and said, "Good guy, it's a good thing there are no customers at the moment, otherwise you would be starting a war."

Guan Wenjing went out to hang a signboard, and happened to pass by them when she came back, and laughed when she heard this, "Master, you are really a surfer, how do you know everything?"

Uncle Song is very proud. If he had a tail, he would have already raised it high.

"What is this? A while ago, a businessman asked me to be an endorser. They wanted to shoot an advertisement, and they said they were interested in the trendy temperament of the uncle..."

Everyone laughed.

Guan Wenjing was overjoyed, "Then did you agree?"

Uncle Song snorted twice, "I said it's okay to accept promotions, but endorsements and commercials? That's another price."

Anyway, I'm also an Internet celebrity, with more than a million fans, who do you look down on for that little money?

Happy laughter squeezed out from the gate of Liao Kee restaurant, spread to the street, and drifted far away.

After laughing, Uncle Song said to Liao Chu again: "It seems that I am in a really good mood, and I have released so many in one go."

Now the fixed menu of Liao Kee restaurant is quite rich, under normal circumstances, Liao Chu will only give out one or two special dishes every day.

But today, there are four ways!

Although it is said that one rabbit eats more, but there are many varieties, it is also difficult to make.

Liao Chu gave a rare smile, "Indeed."

In the evening, when Yu Yu came back from get off work, he sneezed several times as soon as he entered the door.

"Wow, it's so fragrant and spicy!"

It's the taste of rabbits!

The dead house Bai He finally went downstairs, sitting upright in his old position, holding the chopsticks tightly with both hands, his eyes were shining brightly.

Cold food, dry pot, braised in soy sauce, and grinning rabbit heads, Liao Chu served them all.

It's just that one of the three people is in a particularly inconvenient situation. One is a musician who needs to protect his throat, and the other is too small and is sensitive to spicy flavors. Therefore, the cold food and dry pot on this table are adjusted to be slightly spicy.

Compared with the common pork, beef and sheep, rabbit meat has better protein content, but lower fat and cholesterol. It is simply the best partner for healthy people.

Moreover, the rabbits exercise more, the meat is firmer and chewier, and the taste is more fragrant.

But that doesn't mean it's chewy.

On the contrary, as long as the technique is right, the rabbit meat will even be very smooth and tender!

Like dry pot, cold food and the like, one of the fun is to eat meat from a pile of bright red ingredients.

So as soon as the table was served, Yu Yu said, "It's so little."

It's definitely not spicy enough, but it's not fun.

Liao Chu didn't speak, just glanced at his ass.

I did it the day before yesterday. Is this all right?

Yu Yu: "..."

Mr. Li also specially ordered a pot of "nostalgia".

Some people love tea, and naturally some people love wine.

Today's nostalgia is that there is tea and wine.

He took a piece of cold rabbit meat from the plate and chewed it slowly.

The entrance is slightly sweet, with a bit of saltiness, and then, it is spicy like a raging fire.

Ah, what a familiar taste, this must be Sichuan pepper, otherwise it will not have such a thick and strong feeling.

One side of water and soil supports one side of people, and similarly, it also supports one side of objects.

Otherwise, there would be no such thing as "oranges grown in Huainan are oranges, and when grown in Huaibei they are oranges".

When he was young, he came to the north to go to school. Before leaving, his parents filled a bottle of soil for him.

"That's not far from home."

At that time, he was still young, full of enthusiasm, restless, rolling, like a bird that cannot be kept in a cage, dreaming of flying in the sky outside.

After hearing this, I was a little impatient.

"It's so heavy, Mom, I don't want to take it."

Well done, why put such a bottle of dirt?

Stupid.

The mother still wanted to insist, but the father sighed, "If you don't want to bring the baby, just let him."

Mother froze for a moment, and slowly took the earthen bottle back.

The teenager at that time didn't understand the emotions contained in it, but he was happy and counted the days when the school started.

Hmph, he has grown tired of this ghostly place since he was a child!

I need to get out of here quickly.

On that day at the end of August, under the bright sun, he refused his family to see him off, and set foot on the train going north alone.

This trip is a lifetime.

Maybe he didn't know at the time that this piece of duckweed in the south has taken root in the north.

When I returned to the south, I already brought a little strangeness.

Thinking of this, Mr. Li took another piece of dry pot rabbit meat, smashed it, and chewed it, the sweet meat juice leaked out little by little.

Like a brook, like flowing water, converging into a stream in the mouth.

After swallowing it, Mr. Li poured himself a cup of nostalgia.

A wine glass was stretched out from the opposite side.

He raised his eyelids, and Uncle Song yelled forward again, "Shall I pour some?"

Drinking alone is the saddest thing in the world.

Mr. Li hummed twice, "I just know how to drink."

Even so, I poured him a glass.

The two veteran hands touched lightly, and the light gray wine jumped up and down, and fell back obediently, splashing circles of ripples.

A little bit of bitterness, a bit of saltiness, and a fleeting sweetness...

To be honest, it's really not good to drink.

But it is that ray of sweetness, like the warm sunshine in the long winter afternoon, which makes people reluctant to let go, unable to let go, and lingering in dreams.

Mr. Li exhaled slowly, his eyes swept over the noisy crowd, as if he had been going through the doors and windows, heading southwest, straight to his hometown.

Later, he settled down in Qingjiang City, got a decent job, and was respectfully called "Teacher Li" inside and out.

He is satisfied, he is high-spirited, he is full of pride, he feels that the whole world is under his feet, and all difficulties and obstacles are smashed.

When he returned to his hometown during the Chinese New Year, he brought a lot of exquisite and expensive gifts. He sat down and watched the attitudes of the elders who had told him everything changed, almost cautiously... He felt really indescribably satisfied.

As I grew up, the people who preached to me tried hard to get my opinion...

"Dad, Mom," he said enthusiastically, "come with me, I will take care of you for the elderly, this place is small and dilapidated, there is nothing to miss.",

The place where they live is an old community, surrounded by winding hills, a short road, and there are many detours.

Once it rains, a few intersections will become muddy puddles, and if you don't pay attention, you will fall a big somersault.

Nine out of ten of his nightmares from childhood to adulthood were related to those mud puddles.

He thought that his parents would happily follow him to the bustling big city, but he never expected that the two old people shook their heads without thinking about it.

"No, we won't go."

"why?"

He didn't understand, "What's so good here!"

"No matter how bad it is, it is also our root."

They were born here and grew up here, and every plant and tree are familiar.

Looking around, there are all familiar characters, and even an inconspicuous piece of mud on the ground is an old friend for decades.

How about going to a big city?

what are they?

Nothing.

They are big trees born and grown on this muddy land. What flows in their bodies is the water and soil here, and they will wither if they leave.

The roots are too deep to pull out.

If you insist on removing it, you will die.

"Knowing that you are well outside, we are relieved."

The once black-haired woman was also stained with silver frost. When she said this, she smiled very satisfied.

The children she raised with one hand are promising, and she still remembers them.

She is happy.

Before leaving, the young old man Li took the initiative to ask: "Mom, is the bottle of soil that you helped me... still there?"

It's strange to say that the things he once discarded like shoes seem to suddenly have an inexplicable attraction.

He knew that he was successful in his career and had everything he wanted to pursue, but he suddenly became timid.

He had the guts to run away from home, as if, suddenly, he became a child who missed his homeland.

The old stuff here seems to have become attractive overnight.

The moss in the corner, the dilapidated house on the street corner, even the familiar laughter and scolding reverberating in the streets and alleys... The thick and spicy smell floating in the air, the greasy hot pot...

When he set foot on the train station again, he suddenly felt lonely.

It was clear that the surrounding crowd was as turbulent as sea water, but he still felt that he was like a lonely ghost wandering outside.

He is leaving home.

He forcibly pulled out his roots from the warm and moist soil, moved forward stubbornly, and firmly stuck in another place.

The wind has blown, the rain has been drenched, and now, the leaves are beginning to fall, but I always feel... a little strange.

No, this is not my destination, said the yellowing leaf bitterly.

He seemed to be the kid who started from scratch again.

His hands couldn't help shaking.

It wasn't until I reached into my backpack and touched the cold glass bottle that I felt a little courage...

A jug of wine is not much, only about [-] milliliters.

After finishing his drink, Mr. Li suddenly rubbed his face, and said to his old friend: "In two days, I will go home and have a look."

Back to real home.