Song Tan Jishi

At the canteen on the mountain here, Qiao Qiao held up her mobile phone and sighed:

“Master Jiang is back home for the Chinese New Year, otherwise we can let everyone see him...he is so powerful!”

“He has won many awards, and he used to work as a chef in a big hotel. Later, he was in poor health and needed to recuperate, so his master, the bigger and bigger chef, Chef Qian, introduced him here!”

 He was talking about the resumes of the chefs very seriously, but the barrage didn't buy it:

  【What's the use? Bao'er, you're not recruiting people. 】

　　【Qiao Qiao look at me! I don’t pick a chef! I can cook pig food. Do you want it? 】

　　【Anchor, as a successful entrepreneur, I would like to advise you here, after your business becomes bigger and stronger, you should not do many things yourself...】

　　【First you'd better open up some positions...】

　　　　　　　　　 I can do anything after the position is opened. 】

　　【Good guy! That’s why you want to take up the job! There are so many of us! 】

It's a pity, one of the great advantages of Qiaoqiao is that he doesn't watch the barrage.

Although he is no longer the Qiaoqiao who couldn't understand anything at the beginning, my sister said that a good anchor will not be affected by these people's words!

 Since it doesn’t affect you, you don’t have to watch it.

 He is a determined good Joe!

So at this moment, he recalled and sighed again:

“Master Jiang’s craftsmanship is really good. He is as good as the seventh cousin, but completely different.”

 Stop talking, the barrage will make you cry.

　　【Bao'er, I know you eat well every day, so there's no need to talk about it anymore. Does the kitchen need to be cut? I can】

I took a look at the layout of the kitchen, with electrical appliances on the left and earthen stove on the right... Do you need a fire? I can be a fireman. 】

  【Ah ah ah, how does it feel to taste so completely different from the seventh cousin! 】

I've never had good food in my life. Please, Bao'er, call me when you're recruiting, okay? 】

　　【Every slogan is shouted very loudly, I don't believe you don't have a job. Unlike me, I am really unemployed woo woo woo...]

　　　【Just shouting, I want you to be widowed】

　　【You are unemployed and you still dare to come to Qiaoqiao's live broadcast room? If he posts something again, will you still be able to keep your unemployment benefits? 】

  【Woo ow ow, I cried so loudly! I am also unemployed but have no unemployment benefits at all! 】

The topic of the barrage gradually became skewed, and Qiaoqiao showed everyone the accommodation environment and dining places, and took back his mobile phone with satisfaction.

“It’s time to eat! Today my sister’s boyfriend is going to make Hemingway fried mushrooms! Wow, it sounds so different! I’m going back to eat!”

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　? ? ? What to eat? Old man frying mushrooms on the sea? 】

  【Got it, let's go to Vladivostok to fry mushrooms】

【Wow! Wow! Wow! Hemingway Fried Mushrooms! ! Love cheese so much! 】

【Why! Why! Why do you want to download it again—]

 The camera went black instantly.

On the high-speed train, Chen Yuan stared at his phone, feeling a little hungry for some reason.

 But it shouldn’t be! He got into the car after eating at home.

Looking at the girl next door, I saw her holding her cell phone and typing away. A gentle female voice sounded from the earphones that she had not returned:

“Today I’m going to make a Hemingway fried mushroom dish for you. This dish is said to be a Spanish dish that the great writer Hemingway liked, and then we slowly improved it..."

 While listening, the girl in the next seat had already started to rummage through her bag. It took her a long time to find a pack of QQ candies, and she opened the bag and handed it to him:

 “Would you like to eat?”

 Chen Yuan:…

 The last time he ate this kind of snack was more than ten years ago.

But at this moment, I don’t know why, even though I haven’t watched any food programs, I feel greedy.

So by chance, he reached out his hand and said, "Thank you."

"It's okay!" The girl next door who has good looks said proudly: "You may not understand it when you watch Qiaoqiao's live broadcast for the first time. No matter what he broadcasts, it never hurts to prepare some food."

 …

At Lao Song's house, Qiao Qiao was watching Lu Chuan making rice **** intently, eager to try.

 “Try.”

Lu Chuan handed him a pair of gloves: "You should be able to do it, right? First, make a small ball, and then press a depression in the middle, like half a ping pong ball."

 “I don’t know how to do it now, but I will when I press it.”

Qiaoqiao put on her gloves and was full of confidence.

The snow-white and clean rice **** were wrapped in the palm of the hand, and the dried mushrooms brought by Yunduo on the side had been soaked and drained, waiting to be diced.

but…

Qiaoqiao asked curiously: "Hemingway wants to fry mushrooms with rice... Doesn't he like noodles?"

 Lu Chuan burst into laughter: "Hemingway probably rarely eats rice, and probably never eats noodles."

“This dish is called Hemingway’s Fried Mushrooms, but I don’t know if the rumor is true or not. And he is a foreigner, and the staple food there is not noodles and rice.”

ah?

 Qiaoqiao stared at the newly formed rice ball in his hand, and was a little confused at the moment: "Why do we use rice? What was it originally used for?"

Lu Chuan explained patiently: "Originally, mushrooms were used—you probably haven't eaten them. I'll take you to the supermarket to check them out next time."

“The shape is like the rice **** we knead. When the juice is full, the texture will be soft and tough, and it also has the aroma of mushrooms. It is also delicious.”

“As for why we don’t use it…firstly we didn’t buy it, and secondly your sister prefers to eat food grown at home.”

“When the wheat at home matures in the summer, you can also make it with noodles.”

 “Can you still use Mianwowo?!” Qiaoqiao’s eyes widened.

"That's right." Lu Chuan laughed: "Qiao Qiao, you have to be more confident! Your cooking skills are actually better than mine. Everything tastes delicious. You can definitely try some new combinations boldly."

“Hmm...how about I take you online to check out other people’s food tonight? You should be able to learn a lot of new dishes.”

Jojo’s eyes are sparkling!

No one really taught him this!

 Seventh cousin will teach him how to cook during the day, but Teacher Xin will also assign homework and other things.

 He also had his own plans for the evening and had not even searched for various delicacies on the Internet. So when I heard about a Western dish, I felt a little hesitant in my actions.

 But in fact, with his current craftsmanship, making these is easy, and it can also change the taste of the home.

 “Okay!” Qiao Qiao nodded, and became bolder and bolder, and soon a successful “Miwowo” was formed.

Song Tan sat there quietly and lit the fire. He found that Lu Chuan was really patient and knew how to teach Qiao Qiao. He couldn't help but feel happy for his vision and decisiveness.

Her eyes were intense. Lu Chuan turned around and saw her, and smiled helplessly.

 Then he carefully placed the rice noodles that had just been placed on the iron pot on the shovel, then turned around and turned on the gas stove on the other side of the stove.

The flames burned brightly, and soon the shovel was scalding hot. The rice nests on top also had a burnt aroma, and the edges began to turn yellow.

 Then, Lu Chuan put a few more soy beans into the depression and handed them to Song Tan across the stove:

“It’s not over yet, let’s eat this to satisfy our craving.”

 Song Tan:…

 She is really not greedy. But in the end, she held back her laughter and took the rice ball, which was as small and exquisite as half a ping-pong ball. Then she took a bite of it while Qiaoqiao was shaking his head and sighing like a little adult.

Well!

 The rice **** have a slightly burnt and grainy texture on the outside, but are soft and sweet on the inside. Accompanied by the rich aroma of mugwort from soybean paste, after one bite, you can only sigh -

 “It’s so delicious!”

 Qiao Qiao was making rice **** with peace of mind. Here Lu Chuan had chopped the drained mushrooms into small pieces and stir-fried them together with chopped onions, chopped lard residue and diced fresh meat.

 When black pepper and various seasonings are added to the pot, it becomes more smoky and fragrant.

He looked at Song Tan enjoying the food with peace of mind. The smile on his face was very satisfied, but the words in his mouth were still light:

“According to the original recipe, this should use bacon, but I don’t have it at home, so I’ll stir-fry it with a little bit of diced lard and twice-cooked pork.”

“Look, as long as it feels similar, it shouldn’t be too unpalatable to replace. You’ll know after you try it.”

Qiaoqiao nodded heavily and was already trying his best to think of something that could be imitated and substituted for a new dish using similar ingredients.

"Here, put some oil in the pan. When the oil is hot, put the rice **** on top."

“I filled it with diced dried mushrooms and stir-fried minced meat as a filling—remember the ingredients I bought two days ago? There is a pack of cheese slices, go take it out.”

Qiaoqiao thought of the thick yellow slices of cheese, and immediately became interested: "Okay! Let's go now!"

 In fact, the refrigerator is right behind him, but a child's happiness is that simple. In order to continue this happiness, Lu Chuan waited until the bottom of the burnt rice ball began to incorporate the fat of the diced mushrooms, then he stepped aside to make way.

 “Here, put the cheese slices on top one by one.”

“Cheese melts easily. You can also add a slice when cooking instant noodles. The texture may be a little different..."

 As if he had a new toy, Qiaoqiao carefully placed the cheese slices one by one, and then suddenly asked:

 “Can we add it when cooking noodles?”

Lu Chuan thought for a while and showed a slightly miserable expression, but it passed away in a flash.

He quickly encouraged: "You can try it. Even if it doesn't taste good, there are so many mouths in the house and it won't be wasted."

"Yeah." Qiao Qiao nodded: "You can feed pigs, dogs, chickens, ducks..."

He became more and more confident. After the cheese began to melt and wrap downwards, he stared at the parsley jar in Lu Chuan's hand and asked:

 “Can you use this instead of sprinkling chopped green onion?”

Lu Chuan couldn't help but laugh and said with a smile:

 “I’m very good at drawing inferences from one instance to other cases——”

 “Try it!”

 After a while, the unrecognizable "Hemingway Fried Mushrooms" came out of the pan.

Song Tan looked at the emerald green chopped green onions on the top and the rice **** that were fully melted with fat underneath. He couldn't help but marvel:

 “It’s so weird! But it smells so good!”

 She gave it a careful try.

The fragrance of chopped green onion does not blend well with the cheese, but the milky aroma of the cheese is extremely rich, and it is wrapped in the equally delicious black pepper diced mushrooms and minced pork stir-fried underneath, plus the deliciously burnt rice balls...

"Hmm..." she commented thoughtfully: "This can be renamed [Qiao Qiao Rice Ball] in the future."

Qiaoqiao laughed as expected, and then shook her head seriously: "This is not what I thought, I want to change my name to Lu..."

 “Ahem!”

Lu Chuan felt a little ashamed and quickly handed over a [Qiao Qiao Rice Ball]:

 “Come and try it.”

 …

 After the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, Qi Lin, Yan Ran, and Tang Xiaodong were the first to arrive. The three of them made appointments as close to the same time as possible, and then shared a car and came back.

When I got out of the car, I sighed heavily: "There are so many workers returning after the holiday! Fortunately, we have built roads here, so coming from the city is fast and stable."

The three of them all lost weight after the Chinese New Year, and Yan Ran even sighed: "I brought back so many good things, but my parents thought that I was going to work here anyway, so they really didn't leave any for me... "

Tang Xiaodong even sighed: "My mother tried to store it every day, and she couldn't bear to let me eat it."

Among the three, Qi Lin suffered the most because his grandfather was reluctant to eat it and desperately wanted to leave it to him. The two of them went back and forth...

 In the end, we almost got into a quarrel before letting the old man eat all these good things.

 If it’s other nutritional supplements, he’ll just take them.

But these things were brought back with great effort by myself, just so that the elderly can taste good things and enjoy happiness.

Hence why he refuses to eat anything.

 But after all this trouble...

 Are you moved?

Perhaps there was a little bit, but then it was wiped away bit by bit by the subsequent disputes.

 He enjoyed no physical blessings at all, and suffered even more mental suffering.

Looking at it now, there are only a few days off during the New Year, and it really makes people haggard.

At this moment, he put his luggage in the dormitory and tidied up the things that didn't really need to be tidied up. He held his notebook and met Yan Ran and Tang Xiaodong—

“The season is wrong all winter, and the teacher helps keep an eye on the only greenhouse. It seems like we all have nothing to do but eat.”

“But this year, the teacher has a lot of work to do, so I can’t get through it for a while.”

“The three of us have to hurry up and review next year’s planting plan.”

 “A plan that maximizes utilization and saves effort...”

 On the first day of work, Master Jiang will not arrive until tomorrow. They will eat the delicacies of the old Song family today!

　Now that makes a person who is full of expectations and full of fighting spirit!

Yan Ran put on his gloves and hat, then picked up the drone: "Let's go! Go up the mountain!"

 …

At the high-speed rail station, Chen Yuan, who had just gotten off the bus, did not want to stay in a high-end hotel nearby. Instead, after chatting with other people in the group, he also took a bus from the high-speed rail station to the city.

There are affordable express hotels near the station, and there is a station not far away that only locals know about. There are also many private cars going back to Yunqiao Village...

 These are the messages they exchange in the group.

 And he entered the hotel and reported his room number. There were people who arrived earlier and could share a twin room.

 As soon as the door opened, what I saw was the dull face of my future colleague.

 “What’s wrong?” he asked curiously.

The other party raised his phone: "Chen Yuan, I've watched all the live broadcast links you shared, and I've also watched several recent replays..."

“But look at this screenshot—it took me seventeen or eighteen times to get it a little clearer. Look at this person!”

“This old man is usually on the mountain of the imperial capital, how come he appears here?”

“It didn’t appear in the video at all, but there was a group photo in the living room, and it flashed by and I just happened to notice it…”

“Believe me, I’m a natural spy!”

 “I’m not wrong!”

 (End of this chapter)