Food starts with Mapo Tofu

Chapter 138 My home is in the Northeast
"Get up! The sun is shining on your buttocks, why are you still sleeping?"

I do not know how long it has been.

Chen Nian suddenly heard such a voice in his sleep. After subconsciously opening his eyes, he found that he was not lying in his own home, but in a dilapidated brick house.

The sunlight outside the window was bright, shining in through the glass and falling on the quilt.

It was so warm that he didn't even want to get up and leave the bed.

Although he could tell at a glance that this was not his home, even he didn't know where it was.

Looking around, Chen Nian found that the structure of the house was very modern.

TV sets, electric lights, thermos pots, and New Year pictures of two chubby dolls hanging on the wall.

There is also a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes with a strong figure, big shoulders, unshaven beard, and a small crew cut.

The voice just now came from the man.

This made Chen Nian a little confused about the situation for a while.

"What are you doing? What are you looking at? Hurry up and put on your clothes, drink some stick noodle porridge and go on patrol."

The man opened his mouth when he saw Chen Nian woke up, but when he opened his mouth, there was a bad smell.

Thief rush!

At this time, sporadic memories emerged in my mind.

Now I am located in Changbai Mountain in the northeast, and like the man in front of me, I am the forest ranger here.

The job of a forest ranger is to patrol the forest and manage the fire source in the forest area. If a fire or signs of a fire are found, they must report to the relevant department as soon as possible to stop some behaviors that destroy forest resources.

There are also measures to stop grazing in the wild, observe the behavior of insect diseases in the forest, and so on.

The only difference between me and the man in front of me is that this man has been working as a forest guard for ten years, and compared to the other party, I am just a new recruit.

Just been here for a month.

In addition to this, there is the most important point, that is, this man's name is Wang Chuang.

He is his own master.

Personality is also as bright as the name.

But at this time, I looked at the recipe with some confusion, only to find that the content on it had changed!

In other words, I actually skipped the rouge goose breast and entered the dream of pot-wrapped meat.

And now Chen Nian realizes that he can't see what the next dish is!

Can only see the current.

Pork Baorou is a Northeastern dish.

Now the aging is also in the Northeast.

That makes sense... shit!

He entered here suddenly, catching Chen Nian off guard.

But right now is definitely not the time to think, because that man looks a little fierce, as if he will come over to lift the quilt anytime if he doesn't get up again.

Thinking of this, Chen Nian turned around.

After leaving the bed, this year suddenly felt a chill hit, and the biting cold wind kept trying to get into the body through the skin.

Even at this moment the stove was burning in the very center of the room.

Hurry up and put on the clothes you put aside.

Long johns, cotton trousers, thick cloth military trousers.

Fall clothes, warm fall clothes, sweaters.

It wasn't until he put layers of clothes on his body that Chen Nian felt the long-lost warmth, although when he first started wearing long johns, Chen Nian still felt the icy chill on them.

Put a pair of thick wool socks on your feet and put them over your cotton trousers.

Going down to the ground, he stepped into a pair of hard-soled boots with thick fluff inside.

After walking two steps, Chen Nian found that the shoes were too heavy, and there seemed to be a steel plate on the upper in front of his feet.

"Good guy, are you fully armed right now?"

Who else is better than me with a bald head in Chengdu?
When he came to the table, Wang Chuang was already a little impatient. After all, he got up early to cook stick noodle porridge, and he didn't get up until he was done.

"Nianzi, you can't do this. How can you be so late in our business?"

Chen Nian also didn't know what to say at the moment.

"I seemed to have a bit of a cold last night, plus this... This kang is a bit hot, so I got up a little late today, I'm sorry, brother."

Chen Nian explained.

With just a few words, Chen Nian was led astray by the other party.

Subconsciously began to imitate the tone of the other party's speech.

I discovered this just after I finished talking about Chen Nian, and I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, this Northeast dialect is indeed one of the most contagious languages ​​in the world.

Unexpectedly, the other party stood by the stove with a hearty smile, holding a large bowl in one hand like a cattail fan, and holding a huge spoon in the other hand, scooped it out directly from the pot, and put a spoon full of yellow stick noodle porridge into the bowl.

"Have a cold? It doesn't matter, just drink a bowl of cornmeal porridge before sweating."

As he spoke, he put the big name in his hand in front of Chen Nian.

Immediately, a smell of cornmeal rushed towards the face, and steaming heat continued to emerge from the top of the bowl. The heat just on the surface made Chen Nian feel warm for a while.

It feels as if you have just walked into the bathhouse from the street at minus 20 degrees.

While Chen Nian was thinking, Wang Chuang filled another bowl full for himself.

Then he raised his mouth, which felt like stubble, and approached the edge of the bowl.

Followed by.

There was a loud sucking sound.

Chen Nian looked and saw Wang Chuang was gently sipping the stick noodle porridge along the edge of the bowl.

"Ah! Shu Tan!"

Afterwards, Wang Chuang sighed happily, and white air spewed out from his mouth.

After Chen Nian saw the other party's actions, he couldn't help picking up the bowl with both hands.

Looking at this bowl of stick noodle porridge, a layer of oily skin has formed on the surface due to aging.

But Chen Nian couldn't care so much at this time, and sucked around the edge of the bowl.

The hot stick noodle porridge entered Chen Nian's mouth, and then flowed down his throat and into his stomach!
Where to, where is the heat!
This feeling instantly made the old hair stand on end, and every pore seemed to be cheering.

"Come back to life!"

It's so comfortable too!

If the feeling just now was to enter the bathhouse from the ice and snow, then the current feeling is like soaking directly into the hot pool after taking off your naked body!
And the freshness of this bowl of porridge...is still soaked in the first water!

At this time, Wang Chuang also came to the table and sat down. He put the bowl on the table with one hand, and picked up the chopsticks on the table with the other hand: "Come, come, eat with pickles. I have been pickling for a long time. The mustard pimples I just fished out this morning."

Then Chen Nian looked at the mustard lump that Wang Chuang had mentioned on the table.

Soy sauce color, but it doesn't seem to be that crisp.

"Let me tell you, this thing is a must when paired with stick noodle porridge!"

"Brother Chuang, your pickles are pretty good, how long have you been pickling them?" Chen Nian asked while stretching his chopsticks towards the plate of pickles.

"Two months!"

　Thank you for the romantic reward of 100 starting coins for looking at the sea across the shore and maple leaves at dawn.

　　Thanks to the two bosses, it was a waste~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)