Food on the tip of your tongue

The bowl was delivered to him, "Let's start the pot."

"It's done." Zhang Yonghuan poured a spoonful of food mixed with hot oil mixed with flames on the noodles, with a stabbing sound, a bowl of appetizing, and the hot oil-splashed noodles were ready.

Fatty Yuan hastily called Chen Xiaoxu over to the kitchen to set up dishes, his mouth was drooling, and he couldn't wait to pick up the ready-made oily noodles and squat down at the door, spreading his cheeks and eating.

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Bowls of oil-splashed noodles came out of the pot, and even the old grandson who was guarding the counter couldn't resist the temptation of the smell, so he came in a hurry with the cigarette stick under his arm.

Fatty Yuan, who was squatting at the door, had already fumbled and ate a bowl with his cheeks. Qin Yang took the empty bowl he handed over, glanced at the door and said, "On the small stove outside, Xiao Xu is still stewing. What about the old hen, you only eat oily noodles, don’t you eat meat?”

Zhang Yonghuan wrinkled his nose, wondering: "I didn't see any stewing in the small stove outside?"

At this time, Xiao Xu put the white handkerchief on his shoulders, ran out Dian Dian and muttered: "Thanks to Boss Qin reminding me, otherwise I would have forgotten about it."

Qin Yang fished the noodles into the bowl, raised his chin to Zhang Yonghuan and said, "It's stewing in an earthen pot. I simmered it on a low fire. The stove hole was blocked with big blue bricks, and the earthen pot was sealed, so you I didn't notice it."

Zhang Yonghuan nodded in understanding, and said, "I thought there was something wrong with my sense of smell!"

Qin Yang shook his head and smiled, and said gently: "Your sense of smell is a hundred times more sensitive than ordinary people, if something goes wrong...hehe...that would be a real loss."

Zhang Yonghuan looked at him suspiciously: "What loss?"

Qin Yang handed him a bowl full of noodles: "Our loss, the problem with our sense of smell, will definitely affect Brother Huan's cooking, so..."

Zhang Yonghuan interrupted him with a half-smile: "You really forget your friends."

Qin Yang raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

Xiao Xu opened the blue bricks that blocked the stove hole, looked at the dark fire inside, and with the help of the candlelight in the kitchen, wrapped a handkerchief around the edge of the crock pot, and walked into the shop with it.

"Boss Qin, serve me a bowl of noodles. I've cleared the table and put the wine on."

"Ah."

Zhang Yonghuan also filled a bowl of oil-splashed noodles for himself, watched the hot oil rolling in the bowl to his heart's content, and said, "Want to drink?"

"Isn't there a few dishes here? It's just for a drink." Qin Yang turned around and said to Lao Suntou and Yuan Dapang who were squatting at each side of the door: "Take out the dishes, let's go out to eat."

"That's it." Fatty Yuan wiped his mouth, held the noodles in one hand, and the fatty sausage covered in a small bamboo basket in the other, and said to Lao Sun: "There is still some cold lotus root in the cupboard, take it out too. , old grandson."

The old grandson nodded and went to serve cold dishes.

Zhang Yonghuan and Qin Yang walked out with a bowl of oily noodles, and after sitting at the dining table outside, he smelled the rich meaty aroma overflowing from the earthen pot, and asked, "Are there medicinal ingredients in it?"

"Codonopsis ginseng and wolfberry have a bit of hawthorn." Qin Yang took a sip of the oily noodles and praised: "It's delicious, it's really delicious."

Zhang Yonghuan looked at Qin Yang unexpectedly, and said, "Brother Qin's stewed chicken skills are getting better and better than blue!"

Qin Yang humbly said: "This is because Brother Huan taught me well in ordinary times, and I'm just an axe."

Zhang Yonghuan's lips twitched as he ate the noodles, and he said without beginning or end: "Lard oil splashed noodles are delicious, but you should be careful that you will get high if you eat too much, especially Old Suntou and Big Fatty." requires attention."

The old grandson put down the cold dish: "... San Gao?"

Fatty Yuan was confused: "What are three highs?"

"High cholesterol, high blood pressure, and high blood lipids." Zhang Yonghuan explained inarticulately while eating noodles.

Old Sun: "..." What exactly are cholesterol and blood pressure?

Fatty Yuan: "..." Inexplicable words.

Qin Yang was surprised: "Brother Huan is talking about..." He thought for a while, then smiled: "Something related to Chinese medicine?"

Zhang Yonghuan thumped in his heart, and secretly scolded himself for being too talkative. He froze for a moment, without blushing and breathing calmly, and said calmly: "It's just that eating too much lard is bad for your health. Anything that is good or bad, although greasy things It's very satisfying, but eating too much will inevitably make you greasy, and it's not very good for the stomach, let's eat it occasionally in the future, and eating more fruits and vegetables is the real way to maintain health."

Qin Yang was stunned, "..." Is it the way to keep in good health?Could it be that Brother Huan has glimpsed something from the Daoism books I hid on the bookcase?

The old grandson interjected: "Boss Huan, look at the old man's body, if he doesn't eat some meat and supplements, the old man will be blown away by the strong wind!"

Yuan Dapang said while serving chicken soup: "Don't look at me being fat, my body is full of weak flesh, eat more to show me that I will have the strength to work chopping firewood."

Chen Xiaoxu said: "Uncle Sun and Brother Yuan are right."

Zhang Yonghuan: "..." I'll wipe it!I kindly explained to you the way of keeping in good health, but I didn't expect that painting a tiger would not be an anti-dog, but made myself a target of public criticism.

He rolled his eyes angrily, and ate and drank unhappily.

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Qin Yang came out to smooth things over and said, "What Brother Huan said is not unreasonable, it's just that we are just ordinary people, and we used to eat very casually, and we don't eat meat every day, so occasionally It’s not too much to eat.”

Suddenly, Zhang Yonghuan came to his senses.

He forgot that this is a different time and space, and he also forgot that the people in this time and space cannot be compared with the people in the 21st century who can also make a fortune and become well-off. He stopped eating, and searched for information about this era in his mind. a series of situations.

In the end...he was speechless and choked. Ordinary people in this era are only able to survive in a warm state with enough food and clothing.

Silk and satin, delicacies from mountains and seas, luxury cars and mansions, these are things that only country gentry and local tyrants dare to dream about.

In short, in such a feudal semi-slavery era, the lives of the people were very hard.

Zhang Yonghuan sighed sadly, when he was resting on the bed at that time, he fantasized that he could live the addiction of having three wives and four concubines surrounded by Yingying, Yanyan, but now it seems...he was thinking too much.

This cheating time travel has rewritten his fate to such a tragic point, he is very irritable and angry!

There was a crisp sound, and Zhang Yonghuan was startled to recover from his melancholy thoughts.

Chen Xiaoxu, who broke the bowl and poured hot chicken soup on half of Qin Yang's body, looked at him in panic: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Boss Qin, I...I'll just wipe it for you." Qin Yang greeted him with a face down.

Qin Yang got up quickly and dodged it: "When will your rash temper change? Huh?"

Chen Xiaoxu timidly shrank his neck, bowed his head in silence.

Qin Yang shook the long gown that had been soaked in water by the chicken soup, and said, "Let's eat, I'll change."

Zhang Yonghuan blinked: "Very good, very good."

Qin Yang looked sharply at Zhang Yonghuan.

Zhang Yonghuan knew each other and said, "I said it's a very good idea for you to change clothes." He explained.

Lord Jesus forgive him for only showing off this sentence of classical Chinese!Amen!

Qin Yang strode away.

A few of them were left to continue eating and drinking under the flickering candlelight.

Chen Xiaoxu also tactfully moved the wine jar to fill Zhang Yonghuan with water and wine, and said timidly: "Boss Huan will help Xiaoxu say something nice for a while, Boss Qin usually has a good temper, but he got angry..." He said with a bitter face : "Boss Huan, you understand. I have an eighty-year-old mother to support, and a group of nephews to take care of... I hope the two bosses will take care of me a lot. The adults don’t count the faults of the villains, so don’t deduct my salary for this month. monthly money!"

Zhang Yonghuan picked up the water and wine, and poured it into his mouth boldly: "Do you think the two of us look like small-bodied people?"

Chen Xiaoxu: "...hehehe...it doesn't look like that at all."

The taste is pure, mellow and refreshing, but the alcohol content is a bit low. Zhang Yonghuan commented on the wine, saying: "Sit down and eat."

Chen Xiaoxu nodded and smiled, and sat down to eat and drink.

Zhang Yonghuan had a good impression of these people. The old grandson spoke a bit harshly, but he was definitely a shrewd and good accountant. Yuan Dafat was a good cook, with a big heart and a fat heart. Chen Xiaoxu was reckless and hardworking. Being able to speak well and knowing how to observe words and expressions is expected to develop into a generation of peerless tutors.

So Zhang Yonghuan was quite satisfied with them, and when he was satisfied, he said... "Come on, fill up everything, let's have a good drink today."

Old grandson: "... Boss Huan, please..."

Fatty Yuan: "...Please, Fatty should do it first."

Chen Xiaoxu: "Boss Huan, please..."

Zhang Yonghuan smiled boldly, drank chicken soup with wine, and ate chicken.

In fact, to put it bluntly, Zhang Yonghuan has been obsessed with 360 things, but he didn’t have the patience to drill in and study thoroughly. For a person who only has a passion for things for 3 minutes and only loves food too much, he lives very self-connected. Sometimes there will be small intermittent convulsions.

He is not cool by nature, but it is almost the same. In his previous life, except for the few Fa Xiao and his parents who grew up together, he was very concerned about the food.

A 23-year-old man, he had been in love several times when he was studying. After working as a cook with his father, he was completely insulated from women, except for his mother who was still alive at the time.

Therefore, in just half a day here, Zhang Yonghuan only spent an hour remembering his past life, and then decided to let himself work hard to integrate into the life here.

So... subconsciously, he treated the few people in this small restaurant as people who could become close friends and brothers of his family.

"Xiao Xu continued