Wishing Restaurant didn't want to explode

Before leaving the vaccination center, the female doctor carefully reminded Liao Chu of many precautions and asked him to follow the official WeChat account.

"This is the official account of our center, which often releases suggestions and opinions from authoritative experts. In addition, there are reminders of various vaccines, such as when to get the second shot, and what other types of vaccines are needed for children of this year's age , What are the precautions before and after vaccination, etc. "

Liao Chu followed his advice.

The moment he opened the WeChat interface, he saw the message prompt of the parenting group "99", and it was as lively as ever.

As soon as he lowered his head, Guoguo was looking at another child eagerly, who was holding a bear-shaped cheese stick in his hand.

The child licked his face intoxicated, his soul flew away, he didn't look at the road at all, and was surrounded by his parents and walked from both sides.

"Go home and make it for Guoguo." Liao Chu lifted the little girl upside down.

Guoguo felt a little embarrassed, put her arms around his neck and hummed twice.

After a while, the little butt twisted and said in a softer voice: "I want a little tiger..."

That's great, now I know I'm making a request.

Liao Chu chuckled and patted her on the back, "Okay, then let's be little tigers."

Cheese sticks actually have no technical content, the main ingredient is milk, but they are extremely expensive on the market, not to mention unaffordable, and the quality is also uneven.

The nephew and uncle first went to the mall to buy milk and gelatine sheets for making cheese sticks, and picked out some cute molds, and then turned to the children's clothing section.

Thinking that school would start soon, Liao Chu picked out a new schoolbag and stationery for Guoguo.

The little girl has no interest in the schoolbag, but she can't put it down to the box of colorful watercolor pens. The happy emotions come and go, like a walking sweet fruit tree.

Liao Chu harvested a bag full...

Today's harvest is too rich, enough to make "lemon mint juice" for a whole month.

After returning home, Liao Chu went to deal with the milk first, and Guoguo obediently lay down on the table to draw, using the watercolor brushes she just bought.

If you want to subdivide the raw materials of cheese sticks, they can be divided into milk and cheese, and cheese can be obtained from fresh milk, so Liao Chu only bought fresh milk.

After the milk is boiled, keep rolling slightly, squeeze in fresh lemon juice, and then gently stir in one direction. After a while, you will see that the milk gradually turns into a state similar to tofu flower.

The basic principle is similar to ordering tofu in brine.

Liao Chu took out a clean gauze, poured "tofu flower" into it, squeezed it dry, and put it in a mold to refrigerate and set it.

This is cheese, which can be made into cakes or spread directly on bread. It has a particularly milky flavor.

The extruded translucent liquid is whey, which is rich in protein components and is also a good material.

A good cook never wastes a single ingredient, and he is ready to bake some ricotta bread, which is delicious with jam, hummus or cheese.

Liao Chu dug out a few spoonfuls of bread flour, directly replaced water and dough with whey, added salt and yeast, kneaded repeatedly until a film formed, and then put it aside to ferment.

"Uncle, look at my paintings!" Guoguo ran over holding a drawing book.

Liao Chu looked carefully, um...

Match stick meeting?

"This is the sun, this is our home," Guoguo pointed to the brightly colored blocks with her short fingers, and explained solemnly, "This is uncle, this is Guoguo!"

"Uncle" is a slender and strange yellow stick, on which a black dot that Liao Chu took as a match head just now should be the head.

The stick of "Guoguo" is a bit chunkier, and another thin forked branch protrudes obliquely from the bottom of the black ball, um... an arm?

"Guoguo is very creative." Liao Chu said very cautiously.

The little girl's big eyes smiled into crescents, "Give it to uncle."

Liao Chu was stunned.

This is the first time someone gave him a gift.

She gave herself the first painting she drew in her life.

A thin piece of drawing paper seems to weigh a thousand catties at this moment.

"Thank you Guoguo, uncle likes it very much."

He decided to find a frame to frame it.

The fermentation time of the bread germ just happened to take a lunch break, but Guoguo, who just went out for a trip, was so excited that she rolled on the bed and couldn't fall asleep.

She lay on the bed, tilted her head and looked opposite, "Uncle!"

whee.

The doors of the two bedrooms are facing each other. Because Guoguo is afraid of the dark, she always sleeps with the door open, and she can see each other just by tilting her head.

"uncle!"

She covered her face with the quilt, and said in a low voice, "Can uncle see me?"

Liao Chu laughed, "I can't see it."

The quilt in the opposite room squirmed a few times, and a little fluffy head emerged from it.

She giggled, swung her legs and did a forward roll, then crawled back again, "Haha, uncle, I see you!"

It's a very simple game, but she never tires of it, reaping the simplest and purest happiness.

*****

The days of summer are long, and many retired old people will choose to go out for a walk in the evening, chat with the old guys, and then buy some affordable fruits from small stalls.

Most of the fruits and vegetables on the street stalls are home-grown, and some have just been picked from the field and sent to the city without stopping.

The pink and fluffy peaches, the dripping round black and green striped watermelon, the leaves are still juicy!

Liao Chu took Guoguo's little hand out and walked around, and stopped when he saw a watermelon.

The peddler was a middle-aged man in his forties, his skin was tanned and shiny, and he was fanning himself with a straw hat in his hand.

Seeing that the big and the small were standing still, they hurriedly got up and greeted warmly, "Sir, buy a watermelon, I just picked it from the field early in the morning, it's sandy!"

Liao Chu was a little interested, and squatted down to choose.

These days, there are more and more varieties of watermelons, but the water content is getting bigger and bigger, and there are fewer and fewer good sandy watermelons.

Guoguo also followed her uncle's example and squatted down. Seen from behind, she was a small ball.

Liao Chu selected a few with plump vines, bent his fingers and tapped them one by one.

The chubby watermelons obediently made a "bang bang" sound.

We are cooked!

Guoguo also wanted to learn, but when she stretched out her hand, hey, my arms are too short to reach.

She rubbed forward a few times, dotting the smooth melon skin like a gourd painting.

The peddler was so amused that he randomly picked up a watermelon and sliced ​​it open.

After a crisp sound, there was no need to break the watermelon itself, and the watermelon split into two halves, revealing the bright red flesh and pitch-black seeds inside.

Sure enough, it is sand, and the cross-section looks like a pile of high-quality white sugar, which emits a crystal and hazy halo with the refraction of light.

The refreshing sweetness diffuses with the evening wind, Guoguo sniffs the nose, it smells so good!

The peddler cut two slices and handed them to the nephew and uncle, "Try it!"

Guoguo used to look at Liao Chu.

The latter took it with a smile, one by one.

try it.

Bite down the teeth, the sweet juice overflows, sandy but not dry.

In the hot summer, there is no fruit more enjoyable than watermelon.

Guoguo's concentrated eating attracted many passersby to stop.

Tsk tsk, this melon must be sweet!

The melon vendor said that they grow watermelons by themselves, and that they are not easy to sell in the countryside, and it is difficult to get into supermarkets in the city, so they go to the city every day to set up a stall, picking them and selling them immediately.

Liao Chu bought two and lifted them up easily.

Guoguo jumped happily beside him, "Hey, big~xi~melon!"

So sweet!

Back at the restaurant, the ricotta bread in the oven was done and the ribs in the other oven were almost ready.

The special fragrance wafted out of the door and penetrated into people's nostrils along with the evening wind.

Liao Chu put on his gloves, dragged the baking tray out, and removed the tin foil wrapped around the ribs.

The billowing hot air was turbulent, and it could be seen that a shallow puddle of gravy had accumulated on the bottom of the grill pan.

Guoguo swallowed desperately, eating meat and meat!

"Not yet." Liao Chu said.

He poured out the gravy and, uncovered, returned the ribs to the oven once more.

For barbecue to be delicious, the heat and the lock of juice are particularly critical.

Although the meat roasted in a fully enclosed state is rich in juice, correspondingly, it will not be refreshing enough.

So it needs to be exposed and re-baked.

After a few minutes, the surface of the pork ribs has a beautiful golden color, tight and shiny, shining under the light.

Liao Chu smeared the gravy poured out before, baked and smeared again.

Repeatedly, the rich gravy forms an attractive shell on the surface of the ribs, while the inside is still juicy.

He took the knife and pulled it down the gap between the ribs.

The crispy skin on the surface of the ribs is cracked one after another, but the delicious juice is flowing inside...the outside is charred and the inside is tender!

One rib, two flavors, perfect.

Needless to say, Uncle Song and others who love meat and dislikes, even Old Man Li, a not-so-firm vegetarian, and Chi Jiajia, who claims to lose weight, both wanted one.

The long ribs are slightly curved, and the rich juice flows down to form a shallow pool.

Like a scimitar, it cruelly pierces the hesitation and defense of the diners:

Come and eat!

With a light lift, the fat and tender meat will split open, revealing the full and plump core inside, and the ribs can be easily taken out.

Hold it with chopsticks, cut it with a knife, put it in your mouth whatever you want, bite down even fat and thin, click!Ziliu!

Oops, the shell is so crispy, how can the meat be so sweet!

"Oh, this scent is amazing, is it ribs?"

The copper doorbell jingled, and an aunt in her sixties pushed the door in with a vegetable basket on her shoulders.

"It's grilled ribs." Liao Chu said.

It's a bit familiar, probably the diners who came here a few days ago.

Auntie fanned the air with her palm, and took another deep breath, "It's really good, I'll just take this one, and have a serving."

Liao Chu turned around to pack for her, and heard Aunt Zhao say to the visitor, "Sister Zhang, look at you are so tired and thin these days."

Speaking of this, Aunt Zhang slapped her hands suddenly, as if remembering something, she said to Liao Chu: "Oh, I almost forgot, not to mention, the wishing jar outside you is really effective! My granddaughter gave birth a few days ago La."

Liao Chu: "...with modern medical technology so advanced, it is not uncommon to have a natural delivery."

Although the power of faith can help him obtain more satisfaction points, it always feels not right.

It's okay to get promoted and raise salary, anyway, it sounds more businesslike.

But bless the midwifery or something...

This is a bit too much.

Aunt Zhang waved her hands again and again, with a serious face, "It's not good for young people to be like this, ghosts and gods should be respected."

After hearing this, Ji Peng said in fear of chaos: "Yes, Aunt Zhang, there was a sister who made a wish for a promotion and a salary increase, and it was a list. I also threw away a bill before the monthly exam." A steel jump, this time the result is particularly good."

Mrs. Ji went on a trip with her youngest son. Ji Peng was on a business trip, and Ji Peng was the only one at home. He almost regarded Liao Kee Restaurant as a cafeteria, where he had three meals a day.

"Right?!" Aunt Zhang suddenly felt that she had found a bosom friend, "So we still have to do things like praying to God and worshiping Buddha."

"Ding!" The system, which hadn't been seen for a few days, went online again, "A strong power of faith has been detected."

So when it comes to believing in ghosts and gods, people of the previous generation are more pious.