Different God of Cooking [Rebirth]

When Zhao An walked to the school gate with his schoolbag on his back, he saw his father standing on the side of the road, leaning on his bicycle, waiting for him.

Zhao Yuejin was quite conspicuous in the crowd. Even though Father Zhao deliberately left the construction site early today, and then returned home to take a shower before coming back to school, but his rickety back, dark and rough skin, and some worn-out clothes on his body were all obvious. Let him be out of tune with the parents of the same age around him.

In this era, the household registration system has been implemented. Under normal circumstances, the children of farmers cannot go to urban primary schools like the Fourteenth Attached Primary School. Therefore, the parents around are very curious about why a migrant worker is here, and some parents even show their vigilance towards Father Zhao. expression.

The students who were also leaving school also noticed the existence of Zhao's father, including the classmates who walked out of the school gate with Zhao An.

Zhao An suddenly quickened his pace, trotted to his father's side, then rushed over, hugged Zhao father tightly, and said, "Dad, you are here."

Behind him, Xu Lulu, the monitor of Class [-] of the fifth year, the girl in the white skirt, and other students all saw Zhao An's movements and immediately understood that this was Zhao An's father.Someone even muttered unconsciously: "So this is Zhao An's father."

In his previous life, Zhao An had already noticed that his classmates treated him differently in school, and the smart Zhao An quickly understood the key point.

So when he saw Father Zhao standing at the school gate waiting for him after school, he did something that he could never forgive himself for the rest of his life—running directly in front of Father Zhao.

"In this life, I will never do anything wrong again." Zhao An swore in his heart.

Of course, Father Zhao didn't know all the thoughts that flashed through Zhao An's mind, but felt that Zhao An was very clingy to him today. Although Father Zhao was very happy in his heart, he still said: "How old is he, and he is still so sticky. Hurry up." Get in the car, your mother is still waiting for us two at home."

After finishing speaking, Father Zhao directly lifted Zhao An with both hands and put him on the back seat of the bicycle.After Zhao An hugged him and sat still, Father Zhao pedaled his bicycle home.

When I got home downstairs and was about to start going upstairs, two people happened to pass by, and they chatted as they walked: "Whose house is cooking here, it smells so delicious."

Most of the buildings at this time had only five or six floors and were built of gray stone bricks. The sounds of talking and the smell of cooking between neighbors often "communicated".At this time, there was a strong smell of meat, as well as the smell of various spices, which made people swallow the saliva secreted unconsciously in their mouths.

"Smell this smell, it should be something stewed, it must be delicious."

The father and son of the Zhao family listened to the conversation between the two, and they smiled at the same time, because they were so familiar with the aroma wafting down the stairs, and it was Mother Zhao who was cooking.

"Let's go, your mother should be ready soon. Hurry up."

When the father and son opened the door, Zhao's mother happened to be arranging the dishes. Zhao An immediately put his schoolbag on the shelf beside him, and then stepped forward to help.

Zhao's mother wanted to refuse and said: "I can do it myself, you are tired after studying at school all day."

Zhao An couldn't help snatching the plate from his mother, saying, "I'm not tired at all."

From the time he went to study in the city, Zhao An's parents gradually stopped letting him do housework, especially after Zhao An started learning piano.

Everyone has a lazy instinct, the former Zhao An accepted all this without the slightest guilt.But now Zhao An doesn't want to do that anymore.

He brought the dishes to the table, and then set the table and chopsticks. As long as it was a housework he could do, he rushed to do it.

Soon the family of three sat down on the table. There were three dishes on the table, one meat, one vegetable and one soup. This was considered a very rich dinner in Zhao An's family, not to mention the half a pig's trotter in the middle.

The bright red pigskin is shiny with oil, and the color has not been dulled by the long-term stewing.After the pig's trotters were cooked, Mrs. Zhao also put a layer of homemade sauce on them. The fat of the pig's trotters and the aroma of rock sugar in the sauce rushed to the face, and the color and aroma were second to none.

Looking at the familiar pig's trotters, Zhao An was filled with emotion.Different from rural dishes, there are a lot of meat and meat. Zhao's mother's cooking skills are quite exquisite. It is said that she learned from a gentleman when she went to the countryside. Zhao An didn't know the details, but only knew that the stew was One of the culinary skills Mother Zhao learned at the beginning.

He remembered that when he was a child, the conditions at home were not good, and only during the holidays, Mother Zhao would marinate pig's trotters.Every time he eats pig's trotters, his parents always give him the most delicious pig skin.

Zhao An also declined, but every time the parents would smile and say that they didn't like to eat such greasy pigskin, and then let Zhao An eat it.

How can Zhao's father and Zhao's mother, who do a lot of physical labor every day, not like to eat braised pig's feet that can replenish energy and taste delicious?It's just that the two of them have always given their best to Zhao An.

When he was a child, Zhao An naively believed what his parents said, and he was very happy every time he ate braised pig's trotters.

However, after Zhao An entered the Huaxia Conservatory of Music to study piano, especially after signing a contract with the brokerage company, Zhao An began to strictly control his diet. such things.

Of course, there is another reason that is hard to say. In Zhao An's mind after growing up, braised pig's trotters are not elegant enough at all.Those well-prepared low-salt foods are the diet of a pianist.

So no matter how much Zhao An likes to eat the home-cooked dishes made by his mother, no matter how much he misses the fragrant but not greasy braised pig's trotters, he has always suppressed his taste.

Zhao An suddenly remembered that before his rebirth, his mother said that he would braise pig's trotters for him, and he couldn't help feeling a little out of control.Zhao's father and Zhao's mother sat at the table, and sure enough, Zhao's mother picked up a large pig's trotter for Zhao An with chopsticks and put it in Zhao An's bowl, urging: "Hurry up and eat."

"Well, parents, hurry up and eat." Zhao An also stood up and brought food for his parents.

Although the parents noticed that Zhao An was very sensible today, they attributed all this to the fact that Zhao An had matured after entering the Fourteenth Attached Primary School, so they didn't think too much about it.

Feeling the fat but not greasy, fragrant and smooth pig's trotters in his mouth, Zhao An suddenly felt a sense of security and happiness. At the same time, Zhao An felt that an idea flashed in his mind, but he couldn't grasp it in time. .

After the meal, Zhao An took the initiative to ask Mother Zhao to take the responsibility of washing the dishes, and Mother Zhao shook her head with satisfaction, "Let me do it, our dishes can't stand you dropping them."

Zhao An still wanted to argue a few words, but Zhao's father on the side spoke again and said, "Come here, An An."

Seeing that his father was really looking for him, Zhao An had no choice but to give up the "argument" with his mother and walk in front of his father.

"Come on, An'an, this is a gift for you." Father Zhao held two things in his hand.

When Zhao An saw clearly what these two things were, his memory instantly became clear.

One is the Walkman. The Walkman in 92 was about the size of a book and was used to play tapes.

The other thing is a tape, on which a foreign man in a tuxedo is printed, sitting in front of the piano with a face of ecstasy.

His name is Richard Clayderman, a pianist who was first encountered by Chinese people and is also the most well-known. He is known as the "Prince of Piano", and he is also the one who opened the door to Zhao An's piano world.

A few days ago, Zhao's father and Zhao's mother took Zhao An for a walk nearby, and suddenly there was a sound that Zhao An had never heard before in the audio-visual store [1] next to him.The young Zhao An couldn't even use proper adjectives to describe this sound.

Zhao An dragged his parents to the video store to ask what this wonderful sound was.The staff of the video store told Zhao An: This is a piano played by Richard Clayderman. It is a very elegant instrument in Western countries.

In this way, the piano entered Zhao An's world for the first time.

After asking about the piano and tapes, Zhao An immediately held down the little sprout in his heart, and then pretended to be nonchalant and dragged his parents away.

How could 9-year-old Zhao An's expression be hidden from Zhao's father and Zhao's mother, but both of them are also shy.Until today, Zhao's father and Zhao's mother got their salary for this month's helper, and they gritted their teeth and bought Zhao An a walkman and a tape.

Whether it was the previous life or this life, this scene has not changed in the slightest.For Zhao's father and Zhao's mother, even if they save money, they must give their son the best things.

At that time, Zhao An was naturally ecstatic, but at this moment Zhao An looked at these two things with unspeakable sadness and sadness in his heart.It takes days of hard work for parents to buy.

Zhao An said, "I don't like this, can I take it back and get my money back?"

Although Zhao's father and Zhao's mother hadn't read many books, they all saw through Zhao An's thoughts at the first moment.Father Zhao patted his son on the shoulder and said, "Take it well, your parents don't need this little money. Go do your homework."

It was impossible for Zhao An to convince his parents with a long speech, so he had no choice but to accept it first.Find a way to change the living standards of your parents, Zhao An said to himself again.

Father Zhao quickly cleaned up the dining table, then moved the dining table to a place against the wall, and said to Zhao An, "It's time to do homework."

Zhao An only had to interrupt his thoughts once again, and resigned himself to his fifth grade homework.Although Zhao An has not done homework for more than ten years, but faced with the most difficult math homework, which is two-digit addition and subtraction, Zhao An said that there is no difficulty.

But what I'm a little bit tangled about is today's Chinese homework, a composition of less than 200 words, and the title is "My Parents".

The bad memories of the previous life are very clear now, and Zhao An doesn't want to escape them at all.After thinking about it again and again, Zhao An carefully wrote down on the composition text with a pen:

my parents

My parents were farmers, great and honorable farmers.they always...

The author has something to say: [1] Audiovisual store: A store active in the 20s and 90st century, selling tapes and CDs.However, with the development of the Internet, the shops gradually disappeared.