Wishing Restaurant didn't want to explode

The college entrance examination is over, but it is not completely over.

Some families are happy and some are sad. Some of them pass the exam, and naturally some don't.

Some families are harmonious and happy, and they are reunited after a broken mirror; there are also those who are trembling like falling into an ice cave, and use this as a fuse to fall apart...

It is simply a large-scale series of family ethics, which fully interprets what is meant by the various states of the world.

Liao Chu could hear diners from all walks of life discussing all kinds of gossip almost every day, and the level of magic far surpassed that of dog blood TV series.

Anyway, there are only things you can't think of, but nothing you can't see.

This kind of news is so frequent and dense that even Liao Chu, who is not very interested in gossip, is forced to get used to it.

Even when Yu Yu came home at night, the first sentence he opened his mouth was:

"I heard today..."

As soon as these words came out, Liao Chu's body froze immediately.

Something is wrong!

This is not my style!

I can't possibly be so keen on sharing gossip!

You have today too!

Bai He gave him a sympathetic look, and showed a little urging appropriately.

Gossip or something, it's interesting when you get used to it.

Yu Yu suppressed a smile, and generously rubbed his neatly combed hair into a chicken coop.

"Very good, just say what you want to say."

After watching the taciturn Liao Chu for a long time, looking at this kind of thing again, it's quite fresh.

Down to earth.

Liao Chumu slapped him in the face with a face, went to the mirror to fix his hair in silence, and returned to set the table in silence.

Yu Yu deliberately ran over to the fire, poked his ribs, and touched his butt.

"Tell me about it! I want to hear it."

Liao Chushi stared at him fishily:

Ghost letter!

You want to see me make a fool of yourself!

Yu Yu looked at it with a smile, Liao Chu was quickly defeated, and silently went to the kitchen to make food.

This weekend, you don't have to go to work.

With more time, Liao Chu tended to cook complicated dishes.

Once a week, it is specially for family and friends, and it also has a sense of ritual.

The main course tonight is sweet duck.

Duck meat is cold in nature, it is very suitable for eating in midsummer, and it is not easy to get angry.

The delicacy of this dish is directly proportional to the level of effort. Liao Chu has been busy since early in the morning.

Go directly to the market to choose live ducks, slaughter them yourself, put the duck blood in full bloom, and eat it in hot pot tomorrow.

The rest of the duck intestines and duck treasures are also cleaned, ready to make spicy duck offal.

Want the hot and sour taste of old friends!

Pour a little red soup, the best meal in summer.

The sweet-skinned duck has to be marinated for several hours first, then fried in sugar, and then cooked thoroughly in brine with various kinds of marinade.

The cooked stewed duck is hung to dry, and then fried in a pan.

This step is very critical. When the heat is high, it will turn black and become wood;

The heat is low, and the taste is not flexible enough...

The best way is to hold the duck in one hand and scoop the hot oil in the other, pouring it from top to bottom.

But this operation is a bit difficult:

When the hot oil touches the duck skin, it will splatter in a small area. If you are not careful, it is not the duck that gets splashed, but the chef himself.

Therefore, Liao Chu does not recommend that novices in the kitchen practice rashly.

While he was operating, Yu Yu and Bai He watched intently, eager to step forward but dared not.

It looks so interesting.

The hot oil that can be splashed is also really scary...

The latter also took a video of him and sent it to Huang Lie who was far away in the sky.

A few minutes later, Huang Lie's resentful reply came:

"Be human! I've been drinking porridge for two days in a row, and the birds are almost fading out of my mouth!"

Recently, he has been busy filing inheritance lawsuits for others, and he is very busy.

The opponent is not a fuel-efficient lamp, but his client has a lot of braids... even his tongue and gums, and several big bags in his mouth. In order to recover as soon as possible, he had to eat light liquid food.

It was already tough enough, but the daughter-in-law actually sent herself such a sinful video? !

Is this something people can do?

The surface of the duck, which has been repeatedly drenched with hot oil, gradually turns a beautiful reddish-brown color, shining faintly under the gradually thinning sunset.

The fragrance floating in the air is like a substance, circling and drilling into people's noses.

After several cooking processes, the duck skin is actually very fragile.

One of the criteria for evaluating the success of a sweet-skinned duck is:

Whether the duck skin is intact.

The duck skin is clean and tidy, without any extra cracks, it is really stunning.

And the duck in Liao Chu's hand can be called a "duck model".

This is not over yet.

He mixed some caramel again, and lightly brushed a layer on the surface of the duck's beautiful skin.

The reddish-brown duck skin instantly glowed with a soft and bright light.

Under the urging of heat, the caramel becomes softer and brighter, like a melted crystal, so beautiful that it is unbelievable.

After cooling, the sugar film coagulates, like amber.

Liao Chu picked up the big kitchen knife, chopped it into small pieces neatly, and turned his face to signal to the two people who had been staring at him.

I am not active in cooking, and my brain has problems.

Yu Yu and Bai He stepped forward quickly.

Compared with chicken, the firm and dry texture of duck meat itself is irresistible.

At this time, it is boiled first and then fried. The outer surface is drier, but the soup is locked inside to the greatest extent.

There is still a lot of gravy oozing from the cut surface.

The sweet aroma of sugar brushed on while hot has completely permeated the inside of the duck skin, blending with the complex marinated aroma inside, forming a strange and brand-new delicacy.

Needless to say, the meat that has been thoroughly tasted, the most wonderful thing is the exposed bones and thin skin, the joints with little meat!

It has long since turned into a charming shiny yellow-brown color, and with a gentle press with the tip of the teeth, the salty, sweet and delicious taste enters the throat, turning into a cavity of colorful juice, which makes people unable to stop feeling the pain from the internal organs. Let out a free sigh.

Is there anything more fulfilling than picking meat from the bone?

No la!

Those thin, flexible and translucent tendons are boiled until they are crispy; the thin bones that are fried to crispy become slag with a light bite.

Close your mouth, suck hard, and squeeze out the last trace of essence!

Crispy and tender, sweet and salty, this is sweet duck.

After licking his lips and eating a round of wings, Yu Yu was almost moved to tears.

Liao Chu watched him sniff, and couldn't help but laugh.

"It's delicious and crying?"

Yu Yu sucked his fingers reluctantly, and deliberately grabbed him with his oily hands, Liao Chu's upper body was thrown back violently.

A few minutes later, Guoguo, who finished erhu practice, came out of the practice room, hanging pitifully on Liao Chu's lap, with the lower half of his face squeezed into a ball.

"Uncle, hungry!"

Liao Chu picked her up and kissed her, "Let's eat."

As a result, just as they sat down, Huang Lie made a video call and said he wanted to watch them eat.

white crane:"……"

I don't know who just said that I can't see it.

Huang Lie pulled his tie and threw it aside, holding a large cup of sticky and suspicious objects, sucked in a contorted face.

Here, the three big ones and one small one all made disgusting voices:

"Ah~"

"What kind of expressions do you all have!" Huang Lie couldn't help but laugh, "This is very good for the body!"

He has lost his appetite recently, and he can't eat randomly, so he mashed chicken breast and various fruits and vegetables, and drank it with his eyes closed.

Although the taste is indeed not very good, and the color is inconvenient to say...but it is extremely nutritious and very beneficial to health.

But even Huang Lie, who is self-made like Huang Lie, was defeated in an instant after seeing the sweet-skinned duck video sent by Bai He.

So he decided to drink in front of the video.

Seeing it is equivalent to eating it.

"By the way," he took another deep breath while pinching his nose, and said, "You two uncles are very skilled."

"What sir?"

"What has a hand?"

Everyone has a puzzled face.

Huang Lie was taken aback, "You don't even know?"

He took out his mobile phone and clicked a few times, and found a video, "This is it. The title is "The Journey of Seeking the Roots of Sunset Red". It is a themed live broadcast. It has been open for three days, and there are quite a few people online every time."

In the past few days, his pressure has been so great that he really can't do any high-level entertainment in private, and he relies on watching sand sculpture videos to continue his life.

Rooting...

Speaking of which, Mr. Li did go back to his hometown in the southwest to find his roots some time ago.

The three of them ignored Huang Lie and lowered their heads to search on their phones.

In the past few days, everyone has been paying attention to the college entrance examination, and they really don't care much about other things.

Summer weekend nights are definitely one of the most active time periods for human beings. Uncle Song, who is well versed in traffic codes, really chose this time period for the live broadcast.

"Wow, looking at the comments, it seems that it hasn't been long since the broadcast started, and more than 1 people have watched it online."

Yu Yu couldn't help but be speechless.

This number has no moisture at all.

Bai He suddenly said, "He's really a fashion surfing old boy."

Mr. Li walked in front with his hands behind his back, and Mr. Song followed with his selfie stick up. Occasionally, when he saw something he was interested in, he would lean over to look at it.

Sometimes Mr. Li walked out a long way, and turned his head, where is he?

There was a lot of laughter in the live broadcast room:

"You lost your fashion boy!"

"Master, may I ask if you lost this gold boy, silver boy, or this fashionable old boy who is salty but sweet?"

At this time, Mr. Li would let out a long sigh, and shouted with a straight neck:

"Aren't you going yet?"

Then an Uncle Song wearing a printed T-shirt, linen shorts and canvas shoes appeared from the crowd.

Put another hand-woven straw hat on your head.

"You're so boring," Uncle Song said tut-tsk, "Shopping, you just walk and walk, you're marching in a hurry, what are you trying to do?"

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the screen and counted: "Thank you [Master, My Marriage] for the yacht, we don't make rankings, we do what we can, and we don't advocate buying gifts..."

After a pause, he squinted his eyes and looked at the screen for a while, "Slow down, my presbyopia can't see clearly... Ah, no appointment, no appointment, sir."

After hearing this, Mr. Li looked disgusted, "You are not serious."

After speaking, he turned his head and left.

The live broadcast room laughed like crazy, and all kinds of gifts flew together.

Uncle Song beeped softly, "This man is old and brainless... Can I have the same knowledge as him?"

As he spoke, Baba followed up again.

Passing through the noisy crowd, Mr. Li's footsteps suddenly slowed down.

There are many hills and basins in the southwest area, and the terrain is rugged. The old man was confused for a while, looked east and west, and murmured:

"It's changed, it's different, there used to be a row of old houses here..."

Suddenly his heart felt empty.

Gone.

The old hot pot restaurant in memory is gone.

His childhood seemed to have been torn apart abruptly, and it was incomplete.

Uncle Song glanced at his old friend, clicked his tongue, suddenly stopped a middle-aged couple passing by, and asked politely:

"Excuse me, there used to be a hot pot restaurant here, has it been demolished?"

The couple looked at him in surprise, and then smiled, "You haven't been here for a while, right? Those who know the hot pot restaurant are old foodies!"

Uncle Song secretly pointed to Mr. Li who was still feeling lost, and said in a low voice, "He, this is his hometown. I'm here to accompany him to reminisce about his childhood."

The couple looked in the direction of his fingers, a little envious of the friendship of the old guys.

A few minutes later, Mr. Li suddenly heard someone calling him.

As soon as I turned my head, I saw Uncle Song waving desperately at him, "Hurry up, pretend to be a literary old man, the hot pot restaurant is still there, and it has moved, do you still want to go?"

About half an hour later, Mr. Li stood outside the unfamiliar store, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Ah, yes, this is the smell!

He was about to say thank you, but found that the couple who led the way had already walked away talking and laughing.

Uncle Song shook his head and said, "So, can you do it without bringing me?"

Mr. Li was about to tease him habitually, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly laughed.

"Well, it really can't."

This hot pot restaurant is very popular, and there are more than 100 people waiting outside the door.

The two old men were not in a hurry, they took their time to get their numbers, then went to the cold drink shop next door to buy a couple of ice creams, and strolled to the public fitness area on the corner to play on the swings.

At first, Mr. Li was still a little embarrassed.

Uncle Song didn't care about him, he sat on it by himself, kicked his old legs hard, and his whole body swayed back and forth.

While swaying, licking the ice cream at the same time, it is indescribably pleasant!

Mr. Li couldn't bear the temptation, and sat up with a red face.

As a child, he loved swinging.

In fact, I also liked it later, but I’m getting older, so I’m sorry.

The moon came up, and the street lights were turned on, and the two swaying shadows were stretched out.

squeak, squeak~

It was the sound of swing chains rubbing.

"Hey, this chocolate flavor is a bit too sweet, so sweet."

"That's right!"

"How's your matcha taste? Give me a taste."

"What are you doing! It's all saliva, are you disgusting!"

"Can't I dig it with a spoon? Look at you, I've traveled all the way with you, and I'm not willing to dig a scoop of ice cream?"

"...Then you dig less, you old turtle grandson! I didn't tell you to dig less!"