It wasn't until Ji Hong dragged him back to the kitchen that Yu Jinnian suddenly came to his senses—the fire in the stove had been pumped out by himself, how could it be possible to boil the water! He turned back to look at Ji Hong, who was standing at the door of the kitchen with his arms folded, with a face that looked like he was lying without blushing.
Puzzled, Yu Jinnian lifted the almost-steamed chicken out of the pot, set it aside to dry out the water, and then took sesame oil and smeared it on the skin, and after wiping it, he suddenly had an idea: "Could it be that he is afraid of me?" Follow that old way to cultivate immortals?"
He wanted to ask, but after looking at Ji Hong's face, he felt that he couldn't ask. What if the cripple at the ninth level of living ability really thought that the water in the pot was boiling
Forget it.
Yu Jinnian raised the knife, and with a few taps, he sliced the shiny chicken and put it on a plate. At this time, the chicken was cooked just right, there was still a trace of red and tender blood between the bone marrow, but the meat was extremely tender. He set up the pot again, and had to boil some dipping sauce, so he took soy sauce and sprinkled it around.
Ji Hong took a step forward and asked, "What do you want?"
"Shrimp," Yu Jinnian said, "and ginger."
Ji Hong went out, and came back with a plate in one hand after a while: "This?"
Yu Jinnian nodded, poured the soy sauce into the pot and heated it up, boiled it for a round, then added ginger, wine, sugar, and shrimp roe to cook again, skimmed off the top layer of foam, and made shrimp roe soy sauce for dipping chicken. He put a few pieces of chicken in a small oil dish, rolled them in the shrimp roe soy sauce, and brought them to Ji Hong's mouth: "Try the dishes."
Ji Hong bent down lightly, bit the chopsticks with the boy's hand, and put a whole piece of chicken into his mouth. The salty taste of soy sauce wrapped in the freshness of the shrimp spread on the tip of his tongue together with the smooth chicken, making the People are reluctant to swallow it.
Yu Jinnian thought he would pick it up, but he didn't expect that the man would put his mouth out to eat, he was stunned for a while, when the tip of the chopsticks was loosened, he hurriedly looked at the man's expression carefully, but there was no change in the slightest, he said anxiously: " how is everything?"
Ji Hong lowered his eyes slightly, and looked at the young man after a while, and said "Yes", "Not bad."
It's really concise... Yu Jinnian angrily stuffed the small oil dish with two pieces of chicken left in his hand, and sent him out: "After eating, go to the Taoist priest to borrow a pen and paper. If you can't borrow it, don't come back." Then he said to himself He muttered to himself, "I'm not interested in Taoism and longevity. It's more interesting to make money in the world of mortals. Being a Taoist priest can neither eat meat nor marry a wife, so I won't go."
After he finished speaking, Ji Hong's deep eyes seemed to light up. Before he could see clearly, the man turned around and left.
Yu Jinnian had no choice but to suppress the doubts in his heart, disassembled the remaining two chickens, threw the head and bones into the pot and stewed the soup with scallion, ginger and red dates. Over there, Ji Hong quickly borrowed the pen and paper, but his face was so stinky that it could be said that he was frozen three feet. I don't know if the Taoist priest said some nonsense to him again? Ji Hong spread the paper on a square stool, Yu Jinnian reported the name of the dish to him while he was busy cutting the vegetables, and asked Ji Hong to hold it up for him to have a look after finishing writing.
Naturally, he couldn't read most of the characters, but he was just envious and wanted to read it, and he praised it sincerely: "It's so beautiful, if only I could write it."
Ji Hong opened his mouth to say something, when suddenly two young boys rushed in from outside, they were tiger-headed, they said Master He brought the help cook, and came to help Yu Jinnian with chores, and asked if there was anything they could do.
Yu Jinnian guessed that Master He they were talking about was the injured cook. He was worried that Ji Hong would not be able to use him as a disabled person, and he was too busy. The arrival of these two little brothers really helped , quickly thanked and said: "Trouble two brothers, take the table list to the master's house to have a look."
One of them who could read immediately left, while the other stayed to help Yu Jinnian.
The atmosphere between the two was interrupted, and after tasting the two new dishes made by Yu Jinnian, the two winkless little chefs looked even brighter, surrounding the young man who was older and younger. Ji Hong's face darkened, so he had no choice but to remain silent. He was pushed aside and continued to pick up his beans. After picking up a basket, he reached out to touch the things in his sleeve, and the corners of his mouth curled up faintly.
"Dongzi, Xizi." Another man walked in from outside the door, "The water in the tank is empty, hurry up and fetch some from the river behind."
Yu Jinnian raised his head and hurriedly greeted him, "Master He."
Although I had a face-to-face meeting with Master Yin Yang just now, He Dali was still in grief at that time and failed to notice the young man. Now he looked at Yu Jinnian carefully, and then he was pleasantly surprised, and went to drag Yu Jinnian by the hand: "Are you A young brother from a bowl of noodle shop?"
Yu Jinnian was taken aback by his overly excited reaction, nodded: "I am."
He Dali's eyes suddenly turned red, and everyone said that men don't shed tears easily, but this middle-aged strong man was full of snot and tears when he cried, and he didn't listen to persuasion. If a delicate daughter cuddles up against Yu Jinnian and cries, maybe he still has a little bit of pity for flowers, but being hugged and crying by a strong man with biceps bulging like a bag, Yu Jinnian feels uncomfortable all over from crying. He Dali also got several tears on his hands, so he could only turn his head and look eagerly at Ji Hong.
Before the young man could open his mouth, Ji Hong walked over with a frown, pulled out the young man's hand, lifted up the hem of his clothes and wiped it clean for him. He wrapped himself in front of him to protect him, and asked, "Who is it? What's the matter?"
Yu Jinnian shook his head with an innocent face: "I don't know, I don't know."
Waiting for Yu Jinnian to fry another hot and sour silver tooth. The head of He Dali could barely hold back the tears, and looked over with a pitiful face, but before He Dali's sight fell on Yu Jinnian, he was blocked by a body that moved over halfway. He looked up, and it was a face The handsome man was looking at him expressionlessly.
He Dali took two steps back in embarrassment, shrugged his nose, leaned left and right to see Yu Jinnian behind Ji Hong, and shouted: "Brother Xiaonian! Please do me a favor, please!"
Yu Jinnian frowned and took out the dishes, hesitating whether to go there, and fearing that he would be held in his arms and cry like a mourner. Fortunately, Ji Hong knew what he was thinking, so he said calmly, "Tell me."
"Master He, tell me, I'll listen." Yu Jinnian echoed, hiding behind Ji Hong.
After all, He Dali couldn't get over the stubborn mountain of Ji Hong, so he sat straight back on the square stool, and said dejectedly: "I have a son who is a jerk, he never learned well before, and he hangs around with a bunch of dudes, but you say, No matter how bastard he is, he is the only seedling of my old He's family, isn't he? Oh, it's not. Since the beginning of spring, this bastard boy has contracted the disease from somewhere, and he coughs when he comes back. Coughing day and night, it's not good. Please come The doctor said a lot, but there is no conclusion, and he told us to prepare for the funeral." As he said that, he was about to beat his legs and cry, "You said that my old He family is just such a single seedling..."
As soon as he heard that he was ill, Yu Jinnian immediately fell ill with an occupational disease, went through the symptoms of Master He's only seedling in his mind, immediately interrupted He Dali's crying, and asked, "Are you coughing up blood?"
What He Dali originally wanted to talk about was not his son's illness, but when he heard Yu Jinnian's question, he suddenly remembered the rumors that the young brother in a bowl of noodle restaurant not only knows how to cook, but also knows how to cook. Medical. Although he didn't believe that a child of this age could have any great accomplishments, he had invited many doctors to pray to God and worship Buddha in the past few months, so Yu Jinnian also listened to it, and replied lazily: "Coughing up blood No, only occasionally spitting, with little blood in it."
Yu Jinnian asked again: "Do you have a fever in the afternoon?"
He Dali thought about it carefully: "This... Dao didn't pay attention to it, maybe he didn't."
Ji Hong looked down at the young man beside him, and saw that he frowned slightly. Unlike the usual relaxed cooking, he had a correct and serious expression at the moment, and there was a lot of stability added to his obedience, so he couldn't help but look at it more. A few glances.
Yu Jinnian made some judgments in his mind, and soon degenerated from a mature and stable mode to a silly and happy mode, and asked He Dali with a smile: "Then what does Master He need me to do?"
Seeing that he finally got back to the topic, He Dali hurriedly said: "My son who is not up to date is sick, so he doesn't think about food and drink, and has no appetite for anything. A few days ago, my mother-in-law bought a few sugar dumplings from a bowl of noodle shop. He ate happily! Later, I also wanted to go to the noodle shop to buy some food. No, I was stumbled by the business here. Alas, it is difficult, and the money to support the family still has to be earned, don’t you think... Who would have thought that this worry would cause me to stab my own hand, which is really a disaster for the stars, so I went to ask Master Yinyang for a Taoist talisman... "
To be reasonable, Yu Jinnian really didn't understand how a man could talk so much, and wished he could pour out all his wealth. He turned his head to look at Ji Hong with an indifferent face, thinking that the words in He Dali's box could be evenly divided. How good it is for this Leng Gongzi.
After He Dali finished complaining, Yu Jinnian understood: "Master He, do you want me to cook some food for your young master?"
He Dali nodded vigorously, and added: "As long as my son Ertian can have a comfortable meal, money is not a problem!"
It’s a fool not to make money, and Yu Jinnian really wants to see He Ertian who is said to have suffered from an "incurable disease", so he nodded and agreed: "Okay. But I have some rules in cooking. Look at the people who eat the food first, and then decide what to cook."
Of course, He Dali had no doubts about this, and he was very enthusiastic to help.
The people at Aunt Wu’s family were not too many, or too few, and the four square wooden tables were perfectly filled. On each table was a dish of chopped chicken with braised potatoes and chicken nuggets, a dish of braised pork knuckle, and a dish of deep-fried chicken. Fish, in addition to hot and sour silver teeth, roasted eggplant with garlic, and other home-cooked dishes, and steamed two drawers of white and fat steamed buns. It is satisfying to look at.
The craftsmen ate their mouths full of oil, and every bite of meat and vegetables was a mouthful of steamed buns.
And the most reserved table is the one with Master Yin Yang, the Taoist master held the unique dignity of Taoists, so that Aunt Wu and his wife who were at the same table were also afraid of losing face, so they could only look at the food and sigh.
During the period, Yu Jinnian went to serve food, but was held back by the head of the Taoist priest for a long time and said that he tried his best to dig Yu Jinnian's old corner to their mountain gate. When Ji Hong saw him, he walked out with wind in his arms, and pulled Yu Jinnian to his side, before he left, he gave Dao Chang a hard look.
After fleeing back to the kitchen, Yu Jinnian was reluctant to go out. He re-boiled the chicken soup that had been simmering all afternoon. Ji Hong cooperatively brought several bowls and lined them up, and then listened to the young man's instructions and put a fresh egg in each bowl. The eggs at this time are all native firewood eggs, each one is golden and tender, and there is no pollution.
He Dali, who was on the sidelines, wondered, "What kind of food is this? I've never seen it before."
Yu Jinnian didn't hide his skills, and said with a smile: "This is called grits, which is a kind of soup in the north. It is actually meat porridge made from chopped bones and minced meat. Grits soup made from different bones such as beef, sheep, chicken and duck, and according to whether the pepper added is black or white, so there are black grits and white grits. Wheat and rice can also be added to the soup to make the taste more fulfilling. Some. The dish I made is a kind of white grits. For this grits, you have to boil the eggs directly with hot soup to get a smooth taste, and you can’t pour the egg liquid into the pot to cook.”
After he finished speaking, he scooped out a spoonful of hot chicken soup and poured it high and fast into the bowl with beaten eggs. In an instant, the egg liquid was washed away by the hot chicken soup and floated up in a clear yellow. In his previous life, he lived with his adoptive father in his hometown for a few years, and he often drank a bowl of grits soup with Xiaolongbao at a street breakfast stall. It was really delicious.
At this moment, He Dali and his two apprentices were already swallowing their saliva when they heard this, eager to try.
Yu Jinnian sprinkled a pinch of coriander in the soup bowl, drizzled a few drops of sesame oil and vinegar, and said, "Taste it."
He Dali immediately picked up a bowl, ignored the burning of his mouth, and took a sip along the edge of the bowl. In this mouthful, he drank a few slices of coriander leaves and a splash of egg flower. Before he could chew, the chicken soup slid down his tongue Now, he quickly drank two big gulps one after another, and he was so hot that he breathed out: "Fresh, spicy, fragrant! Delicious!"
The two apprentices also took a sip from their bowls and praised them repeatedly.
The three of them each drank a bowl of glutinous rice soup and licked their mouths unsatisfied: "Haha, this soup is addictive! It will be more comfortable if you eat some soup cakes soaked in it."
"What smells so delicious?" Aunt Wu also walked in following the smell, and she was not annoyed when she saw a few people hiding in the kitchen to steal food, she laughed and said, "Brother Xiaonian, what delicious food did you make?" , They are so greedy that they don't do any work." Then he sent the two little helpers to serve the dishes.
Aunt Wu kindly said: "Brother Nian, you've been working hard all afternoon, why don't you go out to eat something too? These gluttons are all happy at the banquet and are drinking!"
Yu Jinnian smiled gently: "No, thank you, auntie. My brother doesn't like to go to scenes with strangers, so I just pick up these and use the leftover vegetables to eat casually."
"Forget it. There are two cans of hot peppers that my aunt has pickled on the table over there. Don't forget to take them with you when you leave later." He took out the silver and handed it to Yu Jinnian, and then went back to the banquet to entertain.
Yu Jinnian weighed the little silver ingot, thinking about when he would be able to open a medical clinic of his own. But having said that, he was also busy making money in the past few months, so why didn't he see such a good business come to his door? Why did Aunt Wu and Master He rush out to ask him to cook when Mr. Leng came? .
Could it be that this man is the God of Wealth
As he thought about it, he secretly squinted at Ji Hong, who knew that Ji Hong looked at him impartially, and their eyes collided. The man has bright eyebrows and phoenix eyes, with deep dark pupils, like a trap to lure people in. It took Yu Jinnian a long time to come back to his senses, patted his chest and shouted how dangerous, he actually stared into a man's eyes like this Long!
Ji Hong asked: "What's wrong?"
Yu Jinnian said angrily, "I'm hungry!"
Ji Hong: "..."
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The two ate a little, each drank a bowl of chicken soup and grits, and ate a few slices of Yu Jinnian's freshly fried egg bun slices. Although the food was simple, it was warm in the stomach.
Yu Jinnian stretched out comfortably, and seeing that it was getting dark outside, he packed up his things, put the altar hot peppers sent by Aunt Wu into a basket, and prepared to go to He Dali's house to see a patient.
He was about to go out when Ji Hong suddenly pulled him back: "Wait a minute."
"Huh?" Yu Jinnian stood there strangely, seeing that Ji Hong was holding a wet towel and folded it into a neat square, and then pinched his chin with another hand and gently lifted him up, getting closer and closer. He was confused for a moment, something strange flashed in his mind, and he asked in an unclear order: "Do, what to do..."
Ji Hong paused, then continued to put the corner of the towel on Yu Jinnian's face, wiping off the ashes on his cheek little by little. The boy kept blinking his eyes uneasily, his slender eyelashes were like butterfly wings, creating a small vortex in Ji Hong's heart, he took the opportunity of someone to wipe his face, sneaked a little bit, and those little butterflies fluttered He closed it and lay there tightly.
"Okay." Ji Hong put down his hands.
Yu Jinnian turned his head: "Then, let's go!" As he spoke, he turned his head forward and tripped over the door frame of the kitchen.
It seemed to be very slight, he heard Ji Hong laughing behind his back, like a ripple on a calm lake.
"Let's go." After a while, Ji Hong also followed slowly.
He Dali, who was full, saw the two walking past, one in front of the other, the atmosphere was strange, he didn't dare to speak, and ran to the front to lead the way.
The author has something to say:
On a certain year, month and day, Yu Jinnian was writing in his diary:
One of Ji Hong's usages: Knocking walnuts ~ very good!
The second usage of Ji Hong: picking up beans ~ very good!
How Ji Hong used it...
There was a sudden darkness behind.
Yu Jinnian: ...the person is beautiful, alive, and temperamental, very good! I love him forever!