Fresh wife is amazing

Chapter 379

"Mom, I'm hungry." Yang Fan was cooking in the kitchen, and out of the corner of his eye, Yang Fan saw Zhao Rui coming in, acting like a baby with Mrs. Zhao.

For this meal, since it was not a kitchen he was familiar with, Yang Fan spent a lot of time just looking for side dishes and condiments.

For a dish, the method is different, and the condiments required are different.

"You are hungry, why am I not hungry? Didn't you eat snacks on the way from school?" Mrs. Zhao dotes on her daughter inwardly, but on the surface, like thousands of mothers, she dislikes her children in various ways.

Yang Fan didn't raise his head, as if he was concentrating on cooking, but said in his mouth: "Ruirui's body is still growing and developing, and she is hungry relatively quickly. When I was in high school, I often added meals, and like most students, I would eat in the school cafeteria. Three taels of rice, and another bowl of noodles after eating, so as to be full."

Zhao Rui blushed and explained shyly, "I don't eat that much. I only eat one or two meals in the school cafeteria."

Mrs. Zhao said with a smile: "The remaining two taels are filled with snacks, right?"

Zhao Rui curled her lips: "There is no two taels, at most one tael."

Mrs. Zhao didn't give her daughter face, and said, "I don't believe you said that the bag of potato chips tonight is only three taels."

"Mom~" Zhao Rui shook Mrs. Zhao's arm, and secretly glanced at Yang Fan with a blushing face.

Yang Fan closed the lid of the pot and let it simmer for a while.

He made pork belly for this dish, which was only half-cooked. Mrs. Zhao said she wanted to eat it after seeing it.

The best pork belly with skin must be fat and thin.

On the recipes of Chinese people, the history of braised pork is not long, but it is very popular.

Pork and soy sauce are common and easy to get. Cooking does not require advanced skills, but only requires time and patience. This makes braised pork a classic home-cooked dish.

For those who are more sophisticated, first burn the skin of the meat with a strong fire. The skin of the meat shrinks rapidly under high temperature, and it can be stewed for a long time, and still maintains a strong and tough taste.

Red is the label of appearance. To obtain this attractive color, you can fry sugar, add dark soy sauce, or use red yeast rice or fermented bean curd. Each family has its own method.

The broth cannot be wasted. No matter what ingredients are added, it will become the most tacit supporting role of braised pork after the soup is full.

The age and tenderness of the fire, the intensity of the taste, vary from family to family.

Compared with skills, the poured heart is the most memorable.

"After cooking, I'll make you a pot of brown sugar ginger tea." Yang Fan said to Zhao Rui.

Zhao Rui was taken aback for a moment, and blushed.

Mrs. Zhao looked at her daughter with a smile, admiring Yang Fan's carefulness and observation ability.

After dinner at Zhao's house, Yang Fan didn't clear the table and sat in front of the piano beside the table.

Music can cultivate sentiment, and musical instruments are a part of music.

Being able to live in such a house, the Zhao family naturally has no shortage of pianos.

In the past, a cigarette after a meal was better than a living god.

Now, Yang Fan said goodbye completely.

This body is not addicted to smoking, let alone there are children at home, so it is impossible to smoke.

It cannot be said that people who smoke and drink are selfish, but those who smoke in public must have no quality.

The so-called public place also includes the restaurant lobby, where a group of people who don't know each other sit at each table to eat.

Of course, the open-air food stalls are considered public places, but the space is not closed, smoking and drinking is normal, and it can't be called unqualified.

The occasion is like that. Just because I saw someone stripping at home in the opposite building with a telescope, I can't say that they have no quality.

"Brother, do you want to play the piano?" Zhao Rui sat next to Yang Fan, and after a meal, she became familiar with Yang Fan.

Girls nowadays are very courageous, at least they are generally brighter and brighter than Yang Fan's generation.

The feudal ideology in the countryside is still relatively serious. In the generation of Yang’s parents and Yang’s mother, boys and girls were not allowed to play together from the age of three or four.

Yang Fan’s generation didn’t open up much, but he and Wang Jun were the two kids who were open.

In junior high school, the two went to the back mountain to play together.

I remember one time, halfway through the game, Wang Jun ran to the tuba, just behind a tree. Yang Fan didn't know it at first, and kept talking to Wang Jun while digging wild vegetables.

Wang Jun got a little impatient and yelled: "Don't talk to me, I'm shitting."

Yang Fan stopped talking.

There was no sound for a while, and Wang Jun talked to Yang Fan again.

Yang Fan said: "Aren't you shitting, can you still talk?"

Wang Jun said: "It was not broken just now, but now it is broken, and I can talk."

In Zhao's restaurant.

Yang Fan played a piece, the sound of the piano was as beautiful as ever, and his skills were superb.

Zhao Rui listened to the sound of the piano, and looked at Yang Fan who was serious about it.

It seems that he can see his past from him.

Love is the most incomprehensible thing in the world. Some people will break up when they are happy, some people will be fine after arguing, some people will come after waiting, and some people will just walk away. scattered.

During the long journey, everyone has their own stories, whether they are happy, sad, or become the past, but in the end, these stories make today's self, special self.

Zhao Rui didn't say anything, but told Yang Fan in her heart that everything would get better gradually.

In addition to time, there is a healing power in the world, and we ourselves.

"Brother, are you broken in love?" Zhao Rui asked Yang Fan.

Yang Fan shook his head: "No."

One love after another, seamlessly connected, how can there be a talk of broken love?

"Can I play it again?" Zhao Rui asked.

"No matter how good the music is, it can't stand the cycle of singles." Yang Fan laughed.

"It's only once, let's do it again." Zhao Rui said coquettishly.

The little girl's acting like a baby is pure and natural.

Yang Fan didn't refuse, and played it again.

"What song is this?" After listening to it again, Zhao Rui asked the title of the song.

"This situation can wait." Yang Fan said.

Zhao Rui also learned to play the piano, and searched for this piece of music in her memory, but of course she couldn't find it in the end.

"Why haven't I heard such a nice song?" Zhao Rui was puzzled.

Yang Fan laughed and said, "Because its author is very strange to people in this world."

"Is the author not famous?" Zhao Rui suddenly realized.

"Yeah." Yang Fan nodded, "It's called Richard."

Zhao Rui was surprised, and then said regretfully: "It's a pity that a foreigner wrote the song. I thought it was from our country. Sure enough, there are many foreign musicians who write such beautiful songs."

Yang Fan nodded: "If a sapling wants to grow into a big tree, it needs soil. Our soil is not fertile enough, and in addition to various infiltrations from the West, we have been wreaking havoc, so we have a bit of a hard time."

"Kick them out." Zhao Rui said innocently.

Yang Fan asked with a smile: "Some time ago there was a World Ocean Day, do you know this?"

Zhao Rui nodded: "Yes, every June [-]th."

"Then have you seen any news online?" Yang Fan asked.

Today's children have a mobile phone and have too many opportunities to surf the Internet.

(End of this chapter)