Mo Bei couldn't see this way.
The half-cut eggplant finally had a chance to deal with it at this time.
There was a rhythmic sound as the blade rose and fell.
Once again, old master Feng rolled his eyes sideways.
From the looks of it, the boy was wearing an apron, he should be like his grandson, he is somewhat clean, so he put it on when cooking noodles.
Now, old man Feng raised his eyebrows, and there was some light in his eyes.
Then, he lowered his eyes and took a sip of the pear soup in the water glass.
Surprisingly not very sweet, but very refreshing.
It's not that old man Feng has never drank pear soup, this kind of taste is rare.
Involuntarily, Old Man Feng took another sip.
It was indeed different from what he usually drank.
Before he knew it, Mr. Feng's pear soup had bottomed out.
Cat, Cat, and Bear finally found a topic: "Grandpa, this pear soup is delicious. My brother boiled it specially for our boss. He added mint to the pears, saying that it can clear away heat and reduce fire. My boss is weak and catches a cold in winter, but Boss doesn’t seem to like drinking pear soup alone, my brother said it, and then he thought of this trick.”
Old man Feng didn't say a word. After all, raising a grandson who was a picky eater gave everyone a headache. It really made people feel a little ashamed.
But usually, what his grandson doesn't like, he just doesn't touch it, and he won't say it.
How could the boy know what Nair likes so quickly.
Just as he was thinking about it, old man Feng smelled a burst of incense that made his index finger move.
It was Mo Bei who put oil in the frying pan, put the onion, ginger, and garlic into the bottom, and served it with half-fat and lean diced meat, and was frying it back and forth.
Even with the smoking machine turned on, the aroma couldn't be resisted.
After the diced meat turned golden, the diced eggplants were also put into the pot together, and they were fried for another while.
The fragrant cat, cat and bear couldn't help drooling.
If there were no guests, he would definitely run into the kitchen.
Old Man Feng sat calmly, but he never looked away.
At this time, Mo Bei had already turned on the second stove, put the cooking pot on it, added water and waited for it to boil.
The other hand took a bag of sweet noodle sauce, tore it open and put it into the frying pan.
Then, he took another can of Coke and put about a quarter of the amount in it.
Then put the lid on the pot.
But this time is the most fragrant.
Hearing the sound of Xiao Huo gurgling, Cat, Cat and Bear couldn't bear it any longer, and asked, "Brother, what are you doing?"
"Zhajiang." After Mo Bei said these two words, he first ordered a bag of dried noodles, and after a pause, he took another half bag.
Old Master Feng was watching there, subconsciously thinking that it had been a long time since the family had cooked noodles with fried sauce, but they made a lot of dishes every day.
However, this child should be as old as his grandson.
Also fried noodles
Is it authentic
It's definitely not authentic, otherwise how could I put Coke.
Old Man Feng thought about it, but he didn't control his eyes, because the fragrance was really catchy.
Smelling and smelling, old man Feng actually felt hungry.
At this time, Mo Bei just lifted the lid of the pot.
The diced meat has been thoroughly slurped, the skin is red and bright, and the fragrance is stronger.
Mo Bei stir-fried it twice, then went to look at another water pot. At this time, the noodles were already bubbling out. She picked up the chopsticks, as if to test the softness and hardness. After confirming, put the few bean sprouts left After entering it, I fished it out as soon as I went in, and put it together with the noodles in a large glass bowl of cold water next to it.
Next, divide into three small bowls.
After frying the meat sauce, I made a scallion oil.
When poured on the surface, there is still a sound...
(end of this chapter)