delicious master

Chapter 99 Brown Sugar Ginger Tea
It rained almost all day yesterday, except for a little stop in the evening, it became majestic again at night.

It's December, and usually at this time, Ningcheng would at least have snow particles floating in the air, but now you can't even see any, only the rainwater falling from the eaves forming a line.

"It seems that there will be no one today."

It was raining and the weather was cold. Tang Xiaokang, who originally wanted to sleep in for a while, was no longer sleepy after being woken up by winter melon.

Lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling with eyes open, the sound of raindrops falling outside was so obvious in the quiet room. As for the wax gourd, Tang Xiaokang had already tucked it under the quilt and reflected on it.

I don't drink water, I don't eat anything, and when I get up every day, I just scream, which is more accurate than a regular alarm clock.

After lying down for a while, Tang Xiaokang, who was really boring, got up. It was raining in winter and it was extremely cold. After living in Ningcheng for so many years, it was the first time Tang Xiaokang encountered such a climate. It was really strange.

Frowning, he washed and went downstairs, boiled the chicken breast and mutton in white water, and put them in the bowl of winter melon with milk cake. The mutton was left over from yesterday, specially reserved for winter melon.

But thinking of the posture of Winter Melon singing in the morning, Tang Xiaokang decided that today's leftovers were gone.

It was raining a little bit less in the morning, but even so, walking outside with an umbrella would quickly get your whole body wet.

The rain made the cold and wet feeling seep into the bones, and even standing there, the body could not help but tremble.

The breakfast stall owner outside was already busy, braving the rain to set up a stall for the breakfast cart, the rain hit his face, and the dense crowd made his face pale with cold.

The mutton soup is ready, the clear soup is constantly being stirred, the huge iron bucket is steaming out, and the rich aroma fills the back kitchen, and the fresh green onions prepared by Tang Xiaokang are on the side.

Just now, when Boss Wu came to deliver the mutton, he brought another piece of bad news. He heard that the grandmother Tao Meifang was seriously ill and was admitted to the hospital again. Mr. Ning Zhihong has been with her in the hospital for the past few days. I heard that the situation is not very good.

Stirring the clear soup in the bucket, the rain outside dripped on the window sill, with a slight rhythm, Tang Xiaokang was a little lost in thought.

He looked up and saw the yard at the door through the window of the back kitchen. This yard has never changed. For more than a hundred years, everything has countless stories.

Looking at the familiar gate, the red wooden door is mottled and ugly, and the corners at the bottom are a little worn out.

The things are still these things, just like the first time Tao Meifang and Ning Zhihong came to Dongju for dinner decades ago, the threshold covered by heavy snow made them step on a series of footprints.

Cover the soup bucket and let the mutton soup inside simmer slowly. Tang Xiaokang sped up the speed, processed all the salt-baked chicken, and hung it in the back kitchen to dry.

It is easy for rain to fall outside the window, and the marinated chicken will change its flavor if it rains on it.

The windows in the back kitchen were not opened very wide, with a small gap for ventilation. Tang Xiaokang took out a large thermos bucket that had not been touched for a long time. This is the tea bucket for pouring tea.

He took out another clean iron bucket, and took out a large bag of brown sugar from the cabinet. It was full of flavor, because Tang Xiaokang got five bags of brown sugar, fresh ginger, and four slices, and poured them into the iron bucket for stewing.

Stirring constantly, the speed is not fast, but very even, every stroke drives the brown sugar under the iron bucket to roll.

As the temperature continues to rise, the brown sugar that sinks to the bottom gradually melts, and a whole bucket of brown sugar ginger tea is ready.

Take out a small spoonful and taste it, the smell of ginger has not been forced out, turn to medium heat, the stirring speed of the spoon is slightly accelerated, and stir it from time to time, the darkened ginger slices are up and down in the brown sugar water Down, ups and downs.

The aroma of brown sugar and the spicy taste of ginger slices gradually become stronger. After taking a sip, the spicy taste of ginger slices immediately brings a warm current in the throat, but the tip of the tongue is wrapped in the sweetness of brown sugar, the original flavor from sucrose Sweet, it is easy to ignore the unpleasant taste of ginger slices.

I took a sip and pursed my lips. The taste is not bad, and the effect of warming up the body is also very good.

The first taste that comes into contact with the tip of the tongue is sweetness. This brown sugar ginger tea makes perfect use of this factor. Brown sugar is used to cover up the spicy taste of ginger, and it can also have the effect of warming up the body and warding off the cold.

Sometimes, the wisdom of the ancients really amazes you.

The cooked brown sugar ginger tea was poured into the huge insulated tea bucket, and the lid was closed. Tang Xiaokang put his hands on the handles on both sides of the tea bucket and took a deep breath.

Hey!
Tang Xiaokang lifted up the entire tea bucket with force, and the veins on his neck were exposed. The tea bucket in this big vat is not small.

If he hadn't been trained by the old man since he was a child, Tang Xiaokang might not be able to lift this big bucket of brown sugar ginger tea.

Carrying it all the way to the trailer in the lobby, Tang Xiaokang shook his arms.

Braving the rain, he dragged the things to the gate of the yard, then walked out from the lobby with a chair and a whiteboard, and put the tea bucket on the chair at the gate.

"Free ginger tea, you need to pick it up."

The handwriting is average, but it is better than the large ones, which can be seen clearly even from a distance.

The whiteboard is leaning against the tea barrel and also placed on the chair, so you can see it as long as you pass by.

There is a faucet switch under the tea bucket, which needs to be taken directly by yourself, which is convenient and hygienic, but if it is not enough, just add it in, it is very easy.

After finishing all this, Tang Xiaokang nodded in satisfaction.

"Boss Tang, are you giving ginger tea?"

Looking back, it was the sanitation worker in the alley.

Liu Cheng Mr. Liu is the sanitation worker in charge of this area. He wakes up early every morning to clean the streets.

The old man is very responsible. If the leaves get wet from the rain and stick to the ground, he will pick them up one by one.

The plastic bag blocked the borrowed drain, and he would take it out with his bare hands to clear it. The most important thing is that every morning when he comes, he will clean up all the shop entrances of the vendors in advance, so that they can open for business in the morning.

Seeing Mr. Liu, Tang Xiaokang immediately put a smile on his face.

"Old Liu, um, it's been raining for the past two days, the weather is a bit cold, and everyone is prone to get caught in the rain, and if you are not careful, you will catch a cold, so I made some ginger tea to keep everyone away from the cold."

As Tang Xiaokang spoke, he saw that Mr. Liu's trouser legs were completely wet, and the rubber rain boots on his feet squeezed out water when he stepped on them.

"Old man, why are you so wet? Did you help others to unblock the drain again? I still have some dry clothes in the room. See if you can change them. Don't catch a cold."

The old man's lower body was drenched. It was too easy to get sick in such a situation, let alone at such an advanced age.

But Mr. Liu waved his hands again and again.

"How can this be? It's not good for me to dirty your clothes. I'm going to go back and change clothes, and then go to another street. I just saw that you have ginger tea here, so..."

Immediately understanding what the old man meant, Tang Xiaokang left immediately.

"Wait, I'll get you a cup now!"

"No, no, I have it here, I have it here!"

As he said that, the old man took out a water cup from the sweeper behind him, and there were some bitter tea in it, which were all finely divided hay leaves.

Looking at the tea in the cup, Tang Xiaokang's heart skipped a beat, but there was no expression on his face, and the teacup was quickly finished instead.

"I'll serve it to you, just wait for me."

(End of this chapter)