[Zhang Yunlei] Grab your stomach and your heart

Blinking his eyes, controlling his mood, he turned around and looked for the fruit.

At this time Zhang Yunlei said: "Don't look for it, I don't want to eat fruit."

Yihua's movements paused for a moment, and she didn't look back, feeling a little embarrassed.Guo Qilin glanced at his old uncle and said, "It's okay, I'll eat if he doesn't eat, Yihua find me an apple."

Zhang Yunlei didn't speak, and continued to drink porridge with mustard and shredded potatoes, but he didn't touch the meatloaf at all.Yihua watched him not moving his chopsticks, and asked, "What's wrong? Is the meatloaf not tasty?"

"No, I didn't eat, I don't want to eat."

Yihua laughed a little self-deprecatingly and said, "Yeah, I've had two meals in a row, so I might be tired. Tell me what you want to eat, and I'll make it for you again."

Zhang Yunlei said: "You don't know how to cook what I want to eat, so forget it!"

"Tell me, maybe I will!"

"I want to eat local food!

Uh, this Yihua really doesn’t know how to cook. The native Hunan sister knows the two Beijing dishes because of the palace banquet, but Tianjin cuisine can be learned by the name. If it’s the flavor, Yihua doesn’t I have been to Tianjin and I don’t know what Tianjin’s home cooking tastes like.

Yihua was a little flustered, not knowing what to say.Guo Qilin, who was on the side, also felt that his old uncle was a little abnormal. Why did he suddenly want to eat hometown food?What exactly happened between these two men?

Yihua said: "Brother Braid, I don't know how to cook Tianjin cuisine, but I will try my best to learn it. Which dish do you want to eat?"

“Caima Fried Noodles”

Yihua had watched Zhang Yunlei's interview before, heard it many times, and knew that Zhang Yunlei really liked this bite.I still vaguely remember that Mr. Guo mentioned how to fry fried sauce in "The King of the Pit".Yihua looked at Zhang Yunlei and said, "Brother Braid, I'll go back and give it a try. I'll bring it to you at noon. I'll go first, let Dalin stay here with you!" After saying that, Yihua left as if fleeing.

After Yihua left, Zhang Yunlei finally breathed a sigh of relief.Guo Qilin walked to the dining table and reached out to get the meatloaf, but was hit on the back of the hand by Zhang Yunlei with a chopstick!

"Hey, old uncle, what are you doing? You don't want to eat it, why don't you let others eat it?"

"Who said I wouldn't eat it!" After speaking, he picked up a meatloaf and put it in his mouth. Although it was a bit cold, it was really delicious. It tasted as good as Mending meatloaf, or even better. one chip.

Guo Qilin looked at Zhang Yunlei, who looked so different from his predecessors and later generations, and was a little puzzled. "Uncle, what are you doing? Did Yihua offend you? Are you messing with her like this?"

Zhang Yunlei said: "No, I just find her annoying and don't want to see her, so I can find a reason to send her away."

As soon as Guo Qilin heard Zhang Yunlei's words, he immediately became angry. "Uncle, how can you do this? I said before, if you don't like someone, you tell her! Why do you hurt her heart so much! Do you know, she begged me yesterday to make you a pie …”

Before Guo Qilin finished speaking, Zhang Yunlei interrupted, "How are you doing, I don't want to know! You don't need to tell me!"

"Uncle, what's the matter with you? There must be a reason for losing your temper, right?"

Zhang Yunlei dropped his chopsticks and said, "I just have this temper, whether you like it or not."

Guo Qilin looked at this strange old uncle, puzzled, he didn't understand what he did wrong, and instead provoked this reprimand, even if he was jealous, it wouldn't be like this!Or is it that people who are sick are in a bad mood?Forget it, if you can't provoke us, you can still hide, so you turn around and leave the ward.

Watching Guo Qilin leave, Zhang Yunlei picked up the meatloaf on the table and continued to eat. Why didn't he know Yihua's intentions, but the more attentive she was, the more reluctant he was to be like her.The results of the neurological examination yesterday afternoon came out. Although his parents didn't tell him, when the doctor informed him that he would have a second operation, he felt like Der Spiegel in his heart.Yihua, I am sorry for you, I have never been able to give you what you want.I like you, so I can't watch you spend your whole life on me, a paralytic.Yihua, I'm afraid, I'm not as brave as you, so I choose to let go of your hand.I believe that Dalin will take good care of you, let everything go back to the way we didn't know each other at first, maybe you will become his daughter-in-law as Mr. Guo expected, and I just want to see you happy .While biting the pie, Zhang Yunlei burst into tears.It's all wrong, but I had to give you up when I fell in love with you.

When Yihua got home, she started to make fried noodles. In fact, she didn't know how to do it, but she just turned around in the kitchen mechanically.She was so restless that she couldn't think, as if only the kitchen she was familiar with could make her feel at ease.Yihua was holding a carrot in her hand and was about to shred it when she accidentally cut her finger and turned on the faucet, watching the blood wash away by the water, as if all the strength in her body had been sucked away.Yihua couldn't hold on any longer, she sat on the ground and started to cry, she thought of brother Zhui's smile before, and the way he was satisfied eating her cooking, why did he suddenly change?what is sheHe never said he wanted to take care of himself, everything was just wishful thinking.The only thing I can show off is this cooking skill. If he doesn't even like the dishes he cooks, then what's the point of me being by his side?Yihua has been happy ever since she fell in love with Brother Braid, because she always felt that there was food that could maintain the relationship between them, and now this line has to stop, what should she do?This man, who was hurt to the bone by himself, did not want him after all.

When Yihua was crying sadly, there was a knock on the door.Yihua didn't want to wake up and didn't want to pay attention to it, so she didn't make a sound, but the knock on the door became more urgent. "Yihua, are you at home? Open the door!"

When Yihua heard Dalin's voice, she struggled to stand up, washed her face quickly, and walked towards the entrance.

As soon as Guo Qilin opened the door, he saw Yihua's red eye circles. Sure enough, the old uncle still made her sad. "Yihua, are you okay? My old uncle suddenly went crazy, don't talk to him, he's not targeting you!"

Yihua shook his head and said: "It's okay! I just cut my hand while chopping vegetables. It hurts a little, and my eyes are red. Such a big person is quite worthless. I wanted to open the door for you after I dealt with it, but you knocked The sound of the door is about to catch up with Aunt Xue!"

As soon as Guo Qilin heard that Yihua's hand was cut, he immediately took Yihua's hand and walked to the back room, "Where is the Band-Aid? Put it on quickly."

Yihua struggled a bit, freed her hand, let Dalin sit down, and went to the back room to get a Band-Aid to deal with it.

Guo Qilin looked at Yihua's back, in fact, he knew that the tears were shed for his uncle, but he still couldn't help feeling distressed, if one day, Yihua, my uncle hurt you too much, you would look back at the station Me behind you?

Yihua lingered in the house for a long time, it was easy to bandage the wound on his hand, but it was difficult to heal the wound in his heart.In fact, it is not difficult to make Caima Zhajiang Noodles, what is difficult to make is the authenticity. To be precise, if it can’t keep you warm, such Zhajiang Noodles have no soul.Just like a bowl of egg fried rice, the fancy egg fried rice in a Michelin restaurant, with arctic prawns and high-grade black truffles, you will feel amazing, but it is far from the warm bowl of egg fried rice that my mother made when I woke up in the morning. .The amazement of the food is only temporary, but the memory of the taste is indeed permanent. This kind of food with the taste of memory and love, no matter how simple it is, there is no way to surpass it.According to the culinary masters, this is called artistic conception, you can taste the emotion that the chef wants to convey in a dish, which is why real famous chefs only cook banquets or private dishes.

Yihua doesn't know if she has artistic conception in cooking, but she knows that she likes to cook. Maybe it's because of her family background since she was a child. She subconsciously respects everything in the kitchen, whether it's kitchen utensils or ingredients.Therefore, every time Yihua walks into the kitchen, she feels at ease. When cooking, she mixes the ingredients according to her own ideas. She does not seek to be unconventional, but only hopes that the person who eats the food can say something delicious from the bottom of her heart. In addition to being full, the dishes can also satisfy the sense of taste.But now Yihua is a little confused standing in the kitchen, she doesn't know how to cook her noodles so that he can say it's delicious, this seems to have lost motivation for a chef.

Guo Qilin watched Yihua standing in the kitchen and didn't do anything, thinking she didn't know what to do, so he Baidu the recipe and handed it to Yihua. "Yihua, look at this, it's very simple, just deep-fried sauce and then add various vegetables."

Yihua didn't move, just stared at the menu in a daze.Guo Qilin waved his phone in front of Yihua and said, "What's wrong? Are you stupid? You really don't know how to do it?"

Yihua came back to her senses and said, "No, I just don't know what to do."

Guo Qilin looked at Yihua suspiciously and said, "Old Beijing fried noodles, what else?"

Yihua said: "No, you don't understand, I don't know how to make him like it."

Guo Qilin said: "You just do what you want, that is, what you think is the most delicious. It's up to the benevolent to see whether he likes it or not, so why force it. Besides, if he doesn't like it, there are always others who like it. "

Yihua understands that what Guo Qilin said is right, during this period of time, he has been thinking about what he likes every day, but forgetting what he wants, and losing himself is the most terrible thing.Yihua settled down, and regained the original self who simply liked Zhang Yunlei and was satisfied simply by seeing Teacher Zhang's bright smile.As for whether he likes me or not, that's his business.

After Yihua figured it out, she started to make Jajiangmian.The first is to roll out the noodles, mix the flour and water into a dough, and set aside for about 30 minutes.This period of time is just enough to process all kinds of vegetables, cucumbers, bean sprouts, Xinmei radishes, carrots, soybeans, Chinese cabbage hearts, green beans, dried tofu, shredded beans, etc. .Of course, ingredients such as raw garlic, green onions, and minced ginger must be prepared.When the dishes are ready, the noodles are almost ready.Take a piece of dough, knead it evenly by hand, then lay it flat on the chopping board with the glossy side down, and use a rolling pin to roll it out into a sheet shape.When the noodle block is rolled to a certain extent, roll the rolling pin into it, wrap it tightly with the noodle, and push the roll outward repeatedly by hand.After doing this several times, unfold it, sprinkle with an appropriate amount of flour, roll the rolling pin into it from the other direction, perform a rolling operation, and then unfold and sprinkle the flour.And so on until the dough is rolled into a thin sheet.Cut the rolled noodles into thin strips with a knife and set aside.

Then make fried sauce, choose 1 bag of dried yellow sauce, half a bag of sweet noodle sauce, 2 eggs, and diced beef.Beat the eggs and add starch, a little cooking wine and salt. After the oil is hot, put the egg liquid into the pot. Use chopsticks to stir it quickly in the pot. When the eggs turn yellow and cooked, put them out for use.At this time, prepare two pots, one is to boil water for a while, and the other pot is heated and poured oil to heat it up. Add a little cooking wine to remove the fishy smell, add some light soy sauce and stir well, then serve the diced meat out.Keep the oil for stir-frying the meat in the pot, use a bowl to mix the sweet noodle sauce and dry yellow sauce evenly, pour it into the pot and stir-fry the sauce over medium heat, then pour in the diced meat, fried eggs, diced mushrooms, minced ginger, and turn to low heat Simmer for about 10 minutes, until the sauce and diced meat are blended.After the soup is collected, remove from the heat and add the scallion white powder, use the remaining heat to cook the scallion white, and the fried sauce is ready.After another pot of water is boiled, the noodles are cooked, and put into the food box after running cold water.

When making noodles, Yihua devoted herself wholeheartedly, maintaining the respect for the ingredients and the initial appreciation and love for Zhang Yunlei, so pure and courageous.Packed up his things, called Guo Qilin, and went to the hospital.Sitting in the car, neither of the two people spoke, each thinking.Thinking of Yihua just now, Guo Qilin exudes a charming aura, not as domineering and rigorous as when talking about work with his mother, but warm and soft, as if the kitchen is her stage, in that world she It can dominate everything, but it can also be integrated into it.That kind of Yihua fascinates Guo Qilin's eyes, no matter when he is serious, he is the most beautiful.

Soon after arriving at the hospital, Zhang's parents saw Yihua coming, followed by Guo Qilin, frowned slightly, and let them in.Yihua put the dining table down, and a box of noodles, a box of vegetables, and a box of fried sauce were placed in front of Zhang Yunlei clearly and simply, just like Yihua himself.Zhang Yunlei looked at Yihua secretly, saw her trembling eyelashes, red forehead and eye sockets, and her stubborn biting lips, and wanted to reach out to smooth her frowning brows, but he could only hold her tightly. He held his hand, restraining his impulse.Yihua didn't ask him if he wanted to eat, but directly handed him the chopsticks.He tossed back and forth the noodles in the bowl, Yihua picked up the fried sauce, scooped two spoonfuls and put it on the noodles, and picked up some vegetables, with some stubbornness in his movements.

Zhang Yunlei hesitated for a moment, took his chopsticks and began to eat fried noodles. The crispy vegetables were wrapped in the salty sauce.Zhang Yunlei kept silent, lowered his head and ate. He wanted to put it down after two bites, but he couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food.While eating noodles, Zhang Yunlei recalled how he looked when he first met Yihua. She was wearing work clothes and directing the scene skillfully, she was kneeling gently on the ground and rolling up a bright yellow coat for herself, and she was watching her eating with expectant eyes , and those red eyes that hurt when looking at her swollen legs.Later, that afternoon in the rose garden, she was cooking in the kitchen under the sunset, and she smiled when she handed warm water.Zhang Yunlei didn't know which scene touched his heart, and by the time he realized it, this person was already lingering in his heart.He began to pay attention to her because of the food, and it was also because of the pickles and tomato that he had to eat for every meal that he couldn't forget her, and now let them use food to end this doomed sad fate!Thank you Yihua, it's nice to meet you!

Yihua watched Zhang Yunlei cry while eating noodles, she didn't speak, but stood beside him silently and cried together with him.This moment makes people look sad, but no one breaks it.Noodles, there is always time to finish eating, and it is time for us to say goodbye.

"Yihua, the noodles are... unpalatable, but thank you. You have worked hard these few days, brother Biao will take care of me tomorrow, you can go back to work! Also, we... .”

"I see, don't talk about it, I hope you find a beautiful woman who is as you wish, and the rest of your life will be smooth."