The honey was in a semi-solidified state, with the milky yellow and creamy yellow solid liquids clearly layered. Lu Chuan held the black iron lid and twisted it hard.
The burn scars on the tense arms felt a slight stinging pain like ants biting them, but what followed was the unique fresh and sweet fragrance of honey.
Lu Chuan paused, then moved closer and smelled it again.
It was an indescribable sweet feeling.
It's like plucking a flower from the green grass under a soft drizzle, sucking it gently and then tasting the slight sweetness.
It doesn’t make people feel sick at all, but it seems that even the mood is improved.
He held the bottle carefully, then walked to the kitchen without hesitation, took out a thin and translucent spoon with a thin handle, gently scooped out a ball of amber-like honey, and then couldn't wait to put it into his mouth.
The breath of wind brushed across the tip of my tongue, and that sweet and moist feeling seemed to slide from my mouth into my stomach...
The taste of this honey alone is worth two thousand words to describe!
He noted this feeling and decided to write it into the chapter later. But at the same time, his tongue slid over the spoon unwillingly, feeling that it would be too wasteful to eat it like this, and he needed to treasure it carefully and savor it slowly.
So, after putting down the honey, he turned around and went into the kitchen to take out a jar of black sesame seeds.
After the lightweight wok is heated, a handful of sesame seeds are sprinkled into it. When the spatula is flipped, the crispy fragrance of the sesame seeds is particularly attractive.
Wait until all the black sesame seeds are fried, then pour them into an earthenware bowl and slowly crush and grind them.
In a clay pot on the side, hot water and rice flowers were bubbling, and the thick glutinous rice porridge was almost cooked.
He skillfully turned down the flame and waited until all the black sesame seeds were ground into powder before turning off the heat.
The exquisite and round bone china bowl was filled to eight-tenths with porridge, and then a spoonful of crushed black sesame seeds was scooped on it and sprinkled on it. Lu Chuan thought for a while, then took out a piece of braised beef from the refrigerator and cut it into small cubes.
Taking this opportunity, he added a little more oil to the wok and skillfully beat an egg into it.
Seeing the eggs being fried into a golden and puffy shape and the aroma filling the entire kitchen, he methodically found two slices of toast left over from yesterday and put them into the sandwich maker.
Fried eggs, braised beef and a few green leaves are stacked one after another, and the sandwich maker is pressed down -
In just one minute, your personal version of the sandwich with a crispy crust, soft interior and rich layers is ready.
Two chubby orioles were painted on the bone china plate, as white as the moon. Below the pointed beaks, a green leaf was sticking its head out of the sandwich.
Only then did Lu Chuan sit down at the dining table, carefully scooped out a spoonful of honey with a spoon, and poured it finely into the black sesame crumbs on top of the white porridge.
Honey black sesame glutinous rice porridge, beef fried egg sandwich.
—The perfect lunch.
The sweetness of honey was fresh and overbearing, easily suppressing the aroma of protein. He really couldn't help it, so he gently stirred the porridge with the spoon, and then put it into his mouth without hesitation.
The sweet taste is particularly prominent against the backdrop of sesame and glutinous rice.
However, before he could savor it, the doorbell rang again.
After opening the door, Lu Jing stood at the door and sniffed, then looked surprised:
"It smells so good, Ah Chuan, what did you do? Didn't I tell you not to cook yet?"
She changed her shoes. Although she didn't get any response, she kept talking: "I sent a message to that little girl to ask if she sold her farm specialties, and then I found out that you sent a message to her to change your address."
"Achuan, aren't you unwilling to communicate with others? It must be that the food is so delicious that you couldn't help it."
Turning her head, she looked at the simply packaged bottle of honey on the table. The sweet smell in the air was so tempting that she was sure in her heart: "This must be what the little girl sent again, right? How many bottles? Give me some."
Lu Chuan frowned:
"In the hospital, I remember you said that if you asked for the price, they would probably send you more things for free."
Lu Jing also knew that it was inappropriate.
but…
but…
“But her food is really delicious!”
Lu Chuan thought of the last bunch of astragalus that had been carefully preserved in the refrigerator, even wrapped in beeswax paper and stored in the fresh-keeping room. At this moment, he lowered his eyelashes and fell silent.
Lu Jing didn't care that she didn't get a reply.
Her son was a man of few words to begin with, and now he just screwed the lid of the honey tightly as if he knew the trick, and then stuffed it into his handbag.
The movements were so natural and skillful that Lu Chuan, who was still holding the spoon in his hand, stared at it for a long time, feeling that something was wrong.
Then he frowned:
"Mom, last time I sent her Astragalus, she said it was almost gone—why did you ask again?"
Lu Jing felt a little embarrassed.
"Weren't you hospitalized for a month? Mom joined a group of patients at the time. You know, those who can afford to stay in Ren'ai have to have at least a little money... We ate dumplings every day during those days, and patients from several surrounding wards came to ask about us."
No matter how you close the door and ventilate the room, there can't be no residue at all.
Especially the man in the ward opposite, who stood there with a cane like a beggar, staring at this place eagerly every day.
Lu Jing couldn't help it in the end and asked the other person twice. The other party didn't have any intention of keeping a low profile. The fragrance was so lingering that more and more people in the patient group asked about it.
Ten kilograms of shepherd's purse were soon gone.
Then sweet clover came. There was only a little bit of it, and Lu Jing went home and fried it and ate it all in two meals. Isn’t she greedy now
The tea was really good. After she gave the gift in return, the other party sent her a message early this morning asking about it.
How good is it
When she was making the tea, she counted the saffron roots one by one and threw them in. She had never been so careful and thorough when drinking saffron before.
In short, the more I drank, the more anxious I became, for I was afraid that I would never find such a good thing again.
I sent a message to Lu Chuan but he didn't reply for half an hour, so I drove over here.
But as a mother, she couldn't be so blunt when it came to her own son.
So Lu Jing pondered for a while and said, "I'm not... I heard that it's not easy to sell things in the countryside now. If these can be sold, I know the price and can promote them to relatives and friends."
She came to the capital city when she got divorced and was pregnant. Over the years, she only has two or three friends at most. Where would her relatives come from
But Lu Chuan's heart moved.
He could no longer remember the other person's face, but he vaguely remembered that when he dragged her out of the car, the girl was holding a huge canvas bag that cost ten yuan at the night market, and there was an obvious crooked seam on her coat.
The clothes are cheap and simple.
Thinking of what Lu Jing had just said, he nodded slightly:
"Well... I'll ask you later."
The other person lived in a mountain village, and he must still be living in poverty. Yet he sent her something with such sincerity, and he... couldn't bear it.