eat, dance, love

That day, for a moment, I really wanted to ask Gu Yu, "Do you remember Pei Yanya?"However, this impulse was only rehearsed in my mind a few times after all. I leaned against the door and watched him and Zheng Xingzheng huddle together, innocently like a child, so I silently dismissed the idea.

There is no need to give him such a question when he is happy.

But I started thinking about recreating Pei Yanya's craftsmanship back then to him one by one.

I have my little Jiujiu.

——If it wasn't for his sudden arrival, in my life, I would always go to anyone in their family on a certain or planned, or whim, or driven by accident.

It's not really to explain to Pei Yanya's angry orders, but to explain to the childhood self who had no power to resist and left in a hurry.

I always feel that I have to see how they are doing with my own eyes in order to resolve the long-simmering feelings in my heart.

But now he himself fell before my eyes, and we met in a strange but absolutely clean and innocent way.In this case, even if he doesn't have the intention of having an affair with me, I can't just open my mouth and say to him, "Hey, boy, your mother and you have taken over my father", that's so stupid .

Anyway, I have received a year of higher education in China, and I also got a decent degree abroad, so I have to find a way to match my level and tell him about it.

So, I'm going to work with his taste buds, wake up his memory, and let him discover who I am.

The first taste of Pei Yanya that I intend to restore for him is like honey.

The two most important items in this dish are the mutton and the preparation of the sauce.

When I was young, Pei Yanya always made this dish in autumn and winter, and it was used as a tonic according to the characteristics of the season.She buys meat at the vegetable market near her home, asking for fresh and pure Inner Mongolia grassland sheep.

This first one stumped Haibao, a tiny town in the extreme south.

It is impossible for the supermarket in a small town to have the mutton I need, so I took the time to go to the provincial capital city two and a half hours away by car, find a high-end brand supermarket, and carefully select some meat that can be used as a substitute.

Compared with meat, the sauce can be said to be a trivial matter.Sugar, vinegar, dark soy sauce, and sweet noodle sauce were mixed and tested many times. Each time, only two or three taels of meat were used, and eighteen versions were made.

Eighteen plates of ordinary peanuts filled the table.I only taste one piece of each serving, and I plan to choose the one that is closest to my memory, and then find the meat that exactly meets my needs, and make it once according to this recipe.

"Brother Xu, why are you making such a fuss?" Zheng Jiabao entered the kitchen for the eighth time, was a little startled by the size of the table, and muttered, "You didn't make such a fuss when you were developing dishes. .”

I tasted the latest one and said, "This is not research and development, but restoration."

"Ah?" Zheng Jiabao looked blank.

I glanced at him: "Bai and I watched "I am repairing cultural relics in the Forbidden City" together, right? It's a lot of trouble for someone to repair a thing! What am I?"

Zheng Jiabao's bewilderment did not dispel at all, and he said "oh" without any sincerity, and said, "Then which restaurant do you plan to put this dish in?"

I:"……"

I'm ashamed to say that this is specially for Gu Yu.When I said this, Zheng Jiabao couldn't think of anything in his head, and when it was passed to Gu Yu, my image was not chic enough.

So I said nonsense: "Old Zheng wants to open a new Beijing restaurant, I will see if I can do it."

After Zheng Jiabao heard this, his eyes lit up: "Are we going to open a fifth store?"

"Not yet." I said.

Will not open at all.I said in my heart.Regardless of Zheng Zhiming's intentions in making this suggestion, I don't think it is worth implementing.In terms of business, if it is not worth it, I will not agree to open this store.

Zheng Jiabao didn't need to know these things yet.At least, wait until he can take care of the food stall independently.

Among the eighteen small dishes, there was no taste exactly like the memory, but the meat was gone.I could only choose three targets, and sent Zheng Jiabao to ask someone to take out the rest, so that the people in the store could eat them.

The euphemistic name is to try dishes.

This time, I'm going to be stricter about finding the meat.I have swept through the supermarkets in the provincial capital, and I am almost sure that the meat I want cannot be bought in the province.

I had to contact friends and colleagues from other places to find a way to bring some over.

I almost rummaged through the circle of friends, and finally caught a classmate who was traveling in the north, and begged him to buy me almost on the day of the return trip and bring it back.

He yelled, "What about the security check?" I was ruthless and cold, and said, "You figure out your own way, and I will reimburse you for everything you spent!"

Nothing to say over there.

We were silent with each other for a while, both of us thought it was a bit funny, and finally we discussed and chose the fastest express delivery method reluctantly.He bought the meat I needed, and immediately asked the courier to arrange it according to the delivery standard of fresh food, and expedited it.

Using this method, the fastest operation is that he buys it in the morning and I get it in the evening.

A box of mutton I needed came to me in a tortuous way.

I used this box of hard-won meat again, tried it seven or eight times, and finally tasted the taste of Pei Yanya, which is considered a success.

I asked Zheng Hao to call Gu Yu to eat, Zheng Hao went to the next door and brought Gu Yu back a few minutes later.I'm doing the last one, and the one I'm going to give him.

He likes to eat more now than when he first came here, but he still doesn't eat much for dinner.I specially asked Zheng Hao to ask him to eat it, which made his expectations for this dish in my hands quite high.

"If it doesn't taste good, I'll post a bad review on Weibo!" He said while taking pictures, "I'm very popular, and my influence here is very important!"

I said indifferently: "Oh."

After 2 minutes, serve.

This one looks like honey and you know it is sweet at first glance. It looks red and juicy, and you can imagine its delicate sweetness and softness like honey before you eat it.

In fact, I'm not sure that Gu Yu likes this taste.But I'm sure he has a tongue with a good memory, so I bet he remembers the taste.Just like he remembers fried noodles and egg waffles.

"Honey-glazed mutton?" He held up his chopsticks and asked.

I nodded: "Well, there is a better name, call it like honey."

"I know, I know, the concubine Xiang was brought from the Hui nationality, and the name was given by Qianlong! I have heard this allusion before." He made a serious expression and said, "Okay, it seems that you recently let me For the sake of eating regularly, I will help you make this guinea pig!"

I said leisurely: "There is another theory that the name of this dish was given by Empress Dowager Cixi, and many restaurants in Beijing now use this allusion-I am not asking you to be a guinea pig, I am just asking you to have dinner .”

I didn't want him to think that I offered to invite him over for dinner to let him try the dishes.And I wanted to make it clear to him that this dish, like any meal he ate these days, was specially made for him.

As for how to make it, he doesn't need to know.

With a piece of meat stuffed in his mouth, it was not convenient for him to speak, so he expressed his slightly surprised expression to me with his eyes.I turned around and filled him with half a bowl of rice, and also filled a bowl for myself, eating with him for the first time.

"How is it?" I saw him often finished the first mouthful, and asked pretendingly.

"It's delicious..." He lowered his eyes, fixed his eyes on the dish, paused for a moment, then picked up the second piece of meat and delivered a mouthful of rice.

I saw that he didn't say anything, but I wasn't sure what he was thinking, and it seemed inappropriate to ask more questions, so I kept silent.The two just ate without saying a word, and used up a meal.

I was a little bit unwilling, so I asked again: "Do you like this dish?"

He nodded: "I like it!"

"Then why don't you say more and give the chef some encouragement?"

He said, "I told you, it's delicious!"

"that's it?"

"Okay." He swiped open the phone screen and opened the photo editing software.I saw him dragging the photos he took before the meal into the editing interface, color-grading, adding filters, and testing photo frames... "Write a food review for you, post it on Weibo, and spread the word!"

I:"……"

That being the case, I will not ask any more.

I didn't wait for this Weibo post until I fell asleep, and I didn't see it until I woke up the next morning-he actually posted it after twelve o'clock, and he was already asleep at this time.

He has repaired the picture again, which is much more beautiful than the random repair at my house.The accompanying text is very long. At the beginning, it says "a friend specially cooks it to make it like honey", and then uses the adjectives I found to describe the beauty exaggeratedly, followed by a memoir.

"When I was seven years old, I moved from the south to the north. The dishes in the south of the Yangtze River have always been exquisite, and the taste at home is mostly sweet, so when I first arrived in the north, I didn't like the dishes in the north that only care about filling and not aesthetic. I don't know.

At that time, among the northerners I knew, there were only dishes made by my teacher, which I thought were special and delicious.One day after winter, the teacher brought her honey-glazed mutton, which was as beautiful as the picture below.When you taste it, it is sweet and tender.It is different from Jiangnan's sweet method, but it awakened my appetite all at once.

At that time, I had begun to strictly control my food, and basically I would not be completely full at every meal.But just that time, I couldn't help eating a big satiety, and then I was satisfied and guilty again.The teacher secretly told me, "Occasionally, I will be happy when I am full."

From then on, every time the teacher brought the dishes I made, I would be full and slowly feel happy.

Today, I eat happiness again, thank you my friend. "

There is also a "compassion" expression on the back.

I held my phone up with my face up and watched this passage several times.Inexplicably, I also felt a little "satisfied and guilty" in my heart.

Using food to give people a sense of happiness is, of course, satisfying.But, am I tricking him from another angle?

Alas, forget it, how could I wish to be a perfect and good person with nothing wrong.

Thinking of this, I liked his Weibo account that I often hang out with, and then posted a nasty comment in the tone of a fan.

"It's good for Gu Gu to be happy and happy, and he must be full in the future!"

... Well, I suddenly thought seriously, if he knew that the account of this daily flirtatious and obsessive girl was me, would he still be able to eat my food.