The little sweetheart of the rough family

It was already noon when Zhao Hou came back.

Hearing the sound of the door, Cheng Yanping poked his head out from the kitchen, saw Zhao Hou, and his eyes instantly turned into crescents, "Why did you come back at this time, the rice is already ready, I don't know how to cook, I don't know what to cook, so I have to wait for you to come back..."

In fact, Cheng Yanping was really embarrassed to say this.

I spend all day at other people's homes, but I can't help you with anything.

The man's face was small and white, the tip of his nose was smeared with a little black ash, and his big smart eyes were shining brightly. Seeing him talking and laughing freely, Zhao Hou secretly felt that he was thinking too much.

He also felt that he just came back after dawdling outside, which was really not like his usual style.

It's just that, so what if you find out, we are all men, so we all understand.

Zhao Hou poured the contents of the bamboo basket into the wooden basin by the well, washed his face again, and when he walked towards the kitchen, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the obscene trousers hanging on the rope in the sunlight, swaying gently in the wind. with.

I don't know if it's the sunlight that dazzles my eyes, or my heart.

The whole person became stiff, he hurriedly looked away, and got into the kitchen sullenly.

Cheng Yanping didn't notice his strangeness, and lifted the lid of the pot as if asking for credit, "Master, look at this is my first time cooking, look at the food I cooked..."

He didn't have the nerve to go on with what he said later, what was cooked in the pot was rice, it was just porridge.

Still very thick porridge.

Seeing that his face was full of disappointment, Zhao Hou comforted him, "It's good to be able to cook rice like this for the first time, but luckily we put enough water, otherwise the rice would be burnt, and what's more Probably burned the pot through."

"Is there such a thing?"

Cheng Yanping widened his eyes and looked at him, "I was also worried about this, so I put water in once, and then added water twice."

The man's eyes are beautiful, and when he opens his eyes to look at people, there is a pure and pleasing meaning, making people want to touch his round head, Zhao Hou couldn't help stretching out his hand, But when her palm touched his fluffy hair, she stopped again, moved her palm down, and patted his shoulder.

"Let me tell you a trick, you will never make mistakes when you cook in the future."

When Cheng Yanping heard how excited he was, he grabbed Zhao Hou's hand and urged: "Master, tell me, tell me quickly."

Zhao Hou felt unnatural for a moment, the man's hands were soft and cold.

"After pouring the rice into the pot, use the palm of your hand to roughly smooth it out, and then put the palm down flat until the water reaches half of the back of the hand. Of course, this is just a general method, and the specific operation should be done according to the actual situation. , For example, glutinous rice needs less water.”

Cheng Yanping glanced at the porridge in the pot, and said dejectedly, "Then what should we do at noon today?" Besides, Zhao Hou has already worked hard all morning, and if he cooks again at this time, the time will be a bit tight. He seems to think of something. Yes, grabbed Zhao Hou's wrist.

"How about I invite you to eat at the restaurant now. I just came to the Yingkelou where I went to eat with Uncle Zhang that day. The food and drinks at Shopkeeper Wang's house are delicious and cheap."

Zhao Hou withdrew his hand.

"You have more money!"

He choked, and looked up at the roof next door, "You are renovating this house extensively, and you want this and that. Where do you not want money? After that, you still have to live. If you don't keep some money for self-defense, if If something happens, I think you should drink the northwest wind."

After being scolded, Cheng Yanping was not unhappy, and stuck out his tongue at Zhao Hou's back.

Men Hulu has been talking more and more recently. According to him, Zhao Hou will become as chatty as Grandma Sun who came before without waiting for old age.

Zhao Hou took the scissors and went to the well.

Cheng Yanping ate breakfast late, but he wasn't that hungry at the moment, so he followed happily.

"Master, if we don't go out to eat, what will we have for lunch? There is no food at home..."

The last sentence was extremely wronged, as if he was living in his house and he had abused him. He copied the small horse beside him, sat down and fished out a loach from the wooden basin.

This loach is very thick, about as thick as two fingers together.

After getting out of the water, his body curled up into a ball. Zhao Hou pinched the loach with force with his thumb, then made a cut on the loach's neck, then cut along the loach's abdomen, and took out the internal organs Finally, cut off the head.

Cheng Yanping moved his playfulness, and reached out to catch the loach.

But the loach was slippery, and he got water all over his body, but he didn't catch one.Zhao Hou thought that he was getting in the way, so he intentionally frightened him, and even lowered his voice a little.

"Be careful, this thing can bite."

Hearing this, Cheng Yanping didn't dare to mess around anymore.

He was most afraid of pain.

Zhao Hou glanced at Cheng Yanping who was squatting obediently aside, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Little scholar, it's really easy to lie.

Seeing that Cheng Yanping was about to ask a question, Zhao Hou opened the mouth first, "These loach were caught when transplanting rice seedlings, not many. There is not enough braised in soy sauce, and there is only one plate, so they can only be used to make loach noodles."

Cheng Yanping had never eaten loach vermicelli, but after hearing Zhao Hou's words, a lot of saliva was secreted from his mouth, and he swallowed.

"Is it tasty?"

He stared at him desperately, his eyes were wet like a puppy's.

Zhao Hou cleaned the loach, picked it up and went back to the kitchen.

"What do you think?"

Cheng Yanping staggered after him again, and after returning to the kitchen, he consciously got into the pot hole to light the fire.

"Master must be delicious. I want to eat a big bowl today."

Zhao Hou smiled, put a spoonful of lard into the pot, and after the lard melted, poured the cleaned loach into the pot, fried it a few times, poured in an appropriate amount of water, and covered the pot.

While waiting for it to boil, Zhao Hou chopped some ginger, a little dried chili, and some chopped green onion.

After cooking for a stick of incense, put ginger powder into the pot, add soy sauce, vinegar and salt.

After the water boiled, Zhao Hou bent down and took out the noodles from the bottom of the cupboard. The noodles were made by Master Qiu in the south of the town. This is his family's unique craft. It cannot be bought elsewhere. The noodles made by his family The taste is delicious and not easy to break.

It is said that their family was also from the capital in the early years.

What Zhao Hou bought were thin noodles, which were basically ready-to-cook.

"It's time to cease fire."

The kitchen was already filled with a faint fragrance, and Cheng Yanping couldn't wait to stretch his head to look into the pot.

Zhao Hou had just sprinkled the diced green onion, dotted with greenery in the steaming heat.

Cheng Yanping really did as he said just now, he ate a big bowl full.

The umami taste of loach, coupled with the slightly spicy taste, is enough to stimulate the most primitive appetite deep in the heart.He was sweating profusely from eating, "Master, this is the best noodle I've ever eaten. You must teach me when you have time. I'm afraid I won't be able to eat it if you're not by my side in the future."

Zhao Hou paused while drinking the soup, feeling a little awkward in his heart, so he just let out a muffled "hmm".

......

Cheng Yanping was woken up by voices.

He rubbed his eyes, and found that Zhao Hou was no longer there, he had probably planted rice seedlings in the ground, he left the room with eyes wide open, and just as he left the main room, he saw a woman standing at the gate of the courtyard.

The woman wore a blue-and-white headscarf and a coarse cloth dress.

Xu Shi waited for a long time, and called out again, "Is Mr. Cheng there?"

gentlemen?

This title is rather novel. Most people used to call him Mr. Cheng or Mr. Cheng, but now some people actually call him Mister.He straightened his clothes and went out.

"here I am!"

The woman met me while washing clothes in the morning, and said that she wanted to write a letter home.

Cheng Yanping ushered him into the main room and sat down, pouring tea again.Xu Shi felt the woman's nervousness, so he opened the courtyard door wide, and he acted frankly, which made the woman blush.

He went into the room and took pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and arranged them one by one on the table of the Eight Immortals.

"You tell me, and I'll write it for you."

The woman was a bit cautious at first, but slowly she started talking and it became smoother. In fact, she talked about trivial and trivial things in the family, nothing more than how the harvest was this year, how the children were, and asked about the current situation of her natal brother and sister, etc. .

Cheng Yanping couldn't help it while writing, his nose was sore.While the woman was not paying attention, he tilted his head and wiped away his tears with his sleeve.

Since he came to Longmen Town, he hasn't received a letter from his brother yet.

Longmen Town and Lingnan are far apart from north to south, and the journey is far away. I don't know if we will see each other again in this life.

After finishing writing, Cheng Yanping asked the peasant woman for her name, wrote it on the envelope properly, and handed it to the peasant woman solemnly.

The peasant woman wanted to give money, but Cheng Yanping refused, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's all from the neighbors. How can I collect money for such a small favor. You should take it back, otherwise next time I won't write for you."

Seeing the sincerity of what he said, the peasant woman no longer refused, and went home with a thousand thanks.

Cheng Yanping sent her out, "Do you know if there is anyone here who can send letters to Lingnan?"

Lingnan?

The peasant woman had never heard of this place in her life. She lived in her natal family on the other side of the mountain since she was born, and then married to Longmen Town. How did she know where Lingnan was?She blushed and shook her head.

"Why don't you ask the mayor, he knows everything."

Cheng Yanping secretly thought that he was really dizzy, how could he forget about Uncle Zhang?He hurriedly closed the courtyard door and went directly to the mayor's house. When he arrived, he found that the door of the mayor's house was locked, and he probably went to work in the fields.

He walked back in a daze, and when he was about to get home, he was almost hit by a child.

He looked down, and it turned out to be the granddaughter of Grandma Sun's family, called Huahua.

The little girl looked like a mud monkey, holding a few black things in her hands.

Cheng Yanping wiped her face, "Where did you go? Why did you get covered in mud? When my mother-in-law sees you later, she will definitely beat you."

Huahua spread out her palms and gave a sweet cry.

"Brother Immortal, this is for you. It's delicious..."

Cheng Yanping took it and wiped off the mud, but he didn't see why.

"what is this?"

Huahua tilted her head and said, "This is a horseshoe. Big Fatty and the others were digging the horseshoe in the ground. I snatched it."

"Huahua is amazing. Then what were you doing in such a hurry?"

Cheng Yanping touched her head.

Huahua carried a big bamboo basket, took Cheng Yanping's hand and ran out of town.

"Brother Immortal, you go dig horseshoes with me, or you will be snatched up by Big Fatty and the others."