my home is in the northeast

2. Stew

"What, retired from the army? Hey, let's have a good drink during the Chinese New Year. You don't come back often, and you can't stay for a few days when you come back. You can't have a good drink during the Chinese New Year." Liao Yong became happy, "But why did you suddenly leave the army? What? I haven’t heard from you before. I thought you would stay in the capital for a few more years before staying in the capital.”

"What's so good about the capital? My parents are at home, so I don't worry." Zhang Yuhe said lightly.

"I don't care about your filial piety. Every one in our village counts as one, but everyone who is loved by parents is like a sweetheart, Dute's mother's soft bastard, or a beast who beats parents and scolds mother. You are the only one who is filial and capable. .”

"What can I do! I'm out of the army and I'm unemployed, and I don't know what to do in the future." Zhang Yuhe originally spoke Mandarin well, but when Liao Yong was around, his native dialect suddenly popped up.

"What are you afraid of? Do it with my brother, and I'm delivering goods to people now. In the past two years, I have not only supported the family, but also bought a car. We brothers will definitely make a lot of money if we work together."

"That's fine, I'll take a few days off to find Brother Yong."

"Don't worry, you've been out for so many years, take a good rest. I'll go out this trip for a month, and I'll find you when I come back!"

The food street is not too far from the village where Zhang Yuhe lives, and they arrived not long after chatting.

"I still have to deliver the goods, so I won't go down." Liao Yong and Zhang Yuhe greeted and walked away.Zhang Yuhe gathered his clothes, and slowly looked for his father's booth according to the booth number his mother had given him.

Although it is called a food street, it is actually an indoor food city.In the weather of the Northeast, if it is outside, the food will freeze in an instant, and you will eat a fart.

Over the past few years, the number of tourists traveling to the Northeast has gradually increased, but their place is still a bit out of the way. Besides, the investment is not enough, the popularity has not yet been developed, and there are not many tourists here.At present, it is just a little income in addition to capital preservation.

When Zhang Yuhe went in, a small tour group had just left, and everyone was busy cleaning up the mess.

"Father!" Zhang Yuhe walked behind Zhang Changgui and shouted.

Zhang Changgui's body shook violently, he turned his head in disbelief, and looked at the handsome son in front of him, his eye circles immediately turned red just like Sun Cuifang. "Yu Bao'er, when did you come back!"

"Just came back, I heard my mother said you are busy here, so I came here." Zhang Yuhe smiled and hugged his father.

"You child, why don't you just rest at home and come here to do something. If you make a call, I'll go back!"

"Old Zhang, is this your son? How handsome is he?" Someone from the booth next to him spoke.

"That is, my son, follow me!" Zhang Changgui said proudly.

"Hey, your old face is too embarrassing to compare with your son's, it's far behind." The woman who spoke greeted Zhang Yuhe, "Has the eldest nephew eaten? Auntie fried a bowl of rice for you?"

"Go ahead, my son's favorite food is the braised dumplings I made. Yu Baoer, wait for Dad."

"Hey dad, I just ate some pancakes on the way, so I'm not hungry!" Although Zhang Yuhe told his mother that he wanted to eat stewed dumplings when he came, he couldn't bear his old father to make it for him, so he hurriedly stopped him.

"What's the best food on the road, you wait." Without further ado, Zhang Changgui lit the fire and started frying.Everything is ready-made, and it is not too much trouble.Seeing that his father started to do it, Zhang Yuhe stopped being pretentious and looked around the surrounding environment.

It is the third year that this food street has been opened.In the first year of opening, he hadn't finished the building before he returned to the army, and in the second year, he didn't come back. This year, he really saw what it looked like after the opening.

Zhang Yuhe walked around, and people from several stalls around slowly came over.Now there are no tourists, and these people are packing their things and preparing to go back.It's already afternoon, there will be no more tour groups coming.

Seeing Lao Zhang's son coming from the stall next door, everyone was very curious.Many people here are not from their village. They just heard from Zhang Changgui that they have a son, but no one has ever seen him.

Normally, everyone only listened to Zhang Changgui boasting about how well his son studied and how energetic he looked, and everyone said he was bragging.

After all, with Zhang Changgui's old face, even if he is 30 or [-] years younger, everyone really can't imagine how good-looking he can be, let alone how beautiful he can give birth to a son.Most of them just look at their own cubs, whatever makes them pleasing to the eye.

When everyone saw Zhang Yuhe today, they felt a tremor in their hearts.

Changgui didn't lie?

The kid from this family is even more energetic and beautiful than what Lao Zhangtou described.

What a handsome young man!

This appearance, this temperament, this figure... Where is the character that they can meet in such a small place?

There are many aunts and aunts in this food street, but there are not many young people. The people who come to set up stalls are all uncles. It is unexpected to see such a young and handsome guy. Moreover, because of his years in the military camp, Zhang Yuhe has a straight waist and is particularly handsome. The temperament makes these people like it even more.

Before Zhang Changgui's stir-fried stew was cooked, Zhang Yuhe was already filled with all kinds of snacks.What baked cold noodles, what pearl milk tea, what meatloaf, fried rice.

Zhang Yuhe pushed repeatedly, but couldn't resist the enthusiasm of these women, he could only keep smiling and thanking her, his face was a little stiff.He was in the military camp all year round, or he was on missions, and he couldn't stand the enthusiasm of the aunts and aunts.

While watching, Zhang Changgui pulled the old man's face and stir-fried the stew in his hand. This one is for his son, it's a full portion, and the time is naturally longer, allowing these women to take advantage of the loophole.

After finally waiting for the stew to be cooked, Zhang Changgui hurriedly shoveled it out of the pot and brought it to his son.

"Bao'er, eat quickly." Zhang Changgui pushed the stew in front of his son, "Don't eat the messy ones."

"Hey!" When the people around heard Zhang Changgui's words, they stopped doing it immediately, and there was a lot of verbal strife around Zhang Changgui.

The local folk customs are simple and honest. Although the women have strong mouths and hot personalities, they have no bad intentions. Seeing Zhang Changgui being besieged by a group of women, Zhang Yuhe smiled helplessly, bowed his head and began to eat his love meal.

Stir-fried stew is his father Zhang Changgui's specialty delicacy. The family has been poor for several generations, and they don't know any big dishes, but this stew has been passed down for several generations.

The stew made from home-grown sweet potato powder is much better quality than the stew bought from outside workshops.The outside is burnt and the inside is tender, the taste is soft and chewy, and the seasoning made of garlic and sesame sauce is really delicious.

There are not many people who do this kind of work in the local area. The Zhang family also brought this craftsmanship when they moved here a few generations ago. They have become well-known for so many years. Neighbors in the neighborhood will come to his house to buy some if they are greedy. Nearby villages and towns have them.

However, the Zhang family is honest and honest, and has never made money from this. The neighbors buy half-sell and half-gift, that is, they go out to set up a stall to earn some money during the slack season.

In the first few years, everyone didn't have a lot of money, and there were times when a piece of meat and a few eggs were exchanged for a few big pieces.Anyway, they are all made of home-grown sweet potatoes, and the old Zhang family doesn't care.

A few years ago, after Zhang Yuhe went to serve in the army, they developed tourism and had a food street here, and Zhang Changgui's craftsmanship was considered to be useful, and he set up a regular stall.However, there are not many customers here, and the money earned is not too much, which means that they have more money to live than before.

After besieging Zhang Changgui, the aunts and ladies around found out a lot of information about Zhang Yuhe, and they were finally satisfied, so they said hello and gradually dispersed.

Zhang Changgui sat across from Zhang Yuhe, watching his son gobble up the food, his wrinkled face was full of satisfaction.Zhang Yuhe has loved to eat his stewed dumplings since he was a child. Now that he is a soldier, he might not be able to eat it once a year. Whenever he thinks about it, his heart aches. This is the treasure he has loved for more than [-] years.

"Is it delicious?"

"Delicious!" Zhang Yuhe took the time to raise his head and smiled at his father, "This one makes me want to die."

"After I want to eat, dad will make it for you every day." Zhang Changgui looked at his son carefully, "I have grown taller and grown up again... How long will I stay at home this time?"

Compared to his immature face, Zhang Yuhe has already grown up. Not to mention his handsome appearance, he also has a unique heroic posture trained in the military camp for several years, which makes people feel pleasing to the eye.

"Father, I won't leave when I come back this time." Zhang Yuhe smiled at Zhang Changgui, "I'm retired."