Food starts with Mapo Tofu

Chapter 157 Old Li
When Chen Nian heard this, he quickly waved his hands: "Eldest sister, I don't want to think about it, my brother-in-law must be upset when he hears this."

Unexpectedly, the elder sister waved her hand: "Why is he unhappy? Last night he told me to use your method to teach the children. As a result, the children have been doing their homework seriously every day when they go back. The teacher praised him and said that he would definitely I want to invite you to my house for dinner."

Chen Nian smiled: "As long as it is useful, but I will go there to buy vegetables first, and I will come back another day."

"Okay, you go, if you are free, tell the eldest sister, I must thank you very much,"

Listening to the voices of greetings around here, Chen Nian felt kindly in his heart.

It's really that there are too many ingredients in the store now, and I can't come to buy them myself.

Otherwise, chatting with these big brothers and sisters every day will make me feel happy all day long.

Then Chen Nian went to buy more than a dozen catties of tenderloin. Originally, Brother Liu wanted to drive it back, but Chen Nian refused to agree, so he went out to sweep a shared bicycle and rode back.

Although the more than ten kilograms of meat are a bit heavy, I haven't ridden a bicycle for a long time. I sweated after riding a bike this morning, and I feel pretty good.

The core of the waist and legs is still as strong as ever.

After returning to Honghong Hotel, Chen Nian began to prepare today's breakfast.

Beat soy milk, make bean curd, and because of the joyful reason, Chen Nian took advantage of the situation and made a dough, put it aside and planned to use it for breakfast.

When He Sen arrived, Chen Nian directly asked He Sen to make noodles with scallion oil for breakfast. Now He Sen's problem was with the noodles. If he cooked the noodles well, He Sen was fully capable of handling them. .

As for the step of boiling scallion oil, seeing myself doing this kind of low-tech work every day, even if I am stupid, I should learn it.

But after a while, Chen Nian suddenly saw an acquaintance. Although the person hadn't come to eat a few times, his identity was still fresh in Chen Nian's memory.

Wu Qiufang, a professor at Sichuan Normal University.

I met Mr. Che Fu, the director of the interview department of Huaxi Daily, and I went to Chen Mapo Tofu Shop with Mr. Che Fu several times.

When I first came here, I ate the very authentic Mapo Tofu, and I was amazed at the time.

But when Chen Nian saw that the other party came this time, he was accompanied by an old man. He was tall and tall. Although his hair was also gray, his overall spirit looked very hale (jue two) hearty (shuo four).

"It's not that you don't know, I'm not used to eating these things in the south. For the past twenty years, my wife has prepared three meals a day at home."

When the old man opened his mouth, his mouth was full of bad taste.

Although judging by the age of the other party, the degree of acquaintance with Wu Qiufang and the two sentences he said, it is estimated that he has stayed in Sichuan for a long time, but his accent has not changed.

"Lao Li, this restaurant is different. The owner of this restaurant cooks more than our Sichuan style food. Let me tell you, it's what it's made of."

Wu Qiufang's speech could not help but change a bit.

Although Chen Nian has a lot of people since the breakfast was opened, it can't be compared with noon and night after all, so the two of them can find a seat to sit down after they come in.

The two looked at the menu, and Wu Qiufang said, "Tofu nao, a fritter."

Then the old man who was replaced by Wu Qiufang as Lao Li looked at the menu and bared his teeth: "Okay, then give me the whole tofu nao and two fried dough sticks."

Seeing regular customers coming to the door, Feng Honghong skillfully agreed: "Okay, wait a moment, uncle."

Both of them seemed to be in their 70s, so Feng Honghong naturally had to politely call her uncle. When the other party came for the first time, Wu Qiufang called Feng Honghong a little girl.

Then turn around and serve tofu nao.

But when the tofu nao was being served, Chen Nian pulled his mother over and whispered, "Mom, give them to them later."

"What?"

"I'll make some brine."

"Isn't that thiazolin?" Feng Honghong pointed to the prepared brine next to it, and asked in confusion.

"Make it different."

Feng Honghong nodded hesitantly after hearing this. Although he didn't know why his son had to do it alone, his son always had his own ideas, and since he said so, there must be some intentions.

Chen Nian directly cut a small piece of the washed meat, and then cut some of the fungus they were going to save for their own food at noon.

Put the oil on the small stove on the side, put the minced meat into the pot and fry until fragrant, then add some five-spice powder, salt, soy sauce, diced fungus, and then add a little MSG.

Quickly prepared a little water starch and poured it in.

Then after the only one portion of stew was ready, it was put into Feng Honghong's stuffed bean curd.

"Mom, this one with meat is for the other, and this normal one is for the uncle who has been here before."

Feng Honghong looked at the two completely different bowls of brine, then at Chen Nian, and took it out without saying anything.

placed in front of the two.

As a result, Wu Qiufang saw the difference between the two nights, and asked on the spot: "Why is mine different from his?"

Feng Honghong didn't know why, but she just turned her head and looked in the kitchen: "I don't know, my son asked me to give it like this." After finishing speaking, she looked at Lao Li, "Uncle, the main reason is that you don't think so. Get used to it, I'll change it for you again."

But Lao Li had no expectations at all.

It's not that he can't eat breakfast here, it's just that he's not used to it.

But when he saw the bowl of stew in front of him, he grinned happily.

"This kid can do it!"

"I know a little bit."

He suddenly became interested in old age, because his bowl is exactly how they eat it.

Although they teach here all the year round, they also have winter and summer vacations for teaching at the university. During the vacation, they will also go back to their hometown to live in addition to traveling.

Every time I go back to my hometown to eat tofu, this is how I adjust it.

Wu Qiufang also has some experience at this time: "Is this the way you eat?"

"That's not bad? That's how we eat normally over there. But when we were poor, we didn't have much meat. Now that we're better, we can afford meat, so it's like this."

As he said this, he used a clean spoon to adjust it, and then put it near his mouth and sipped it lightly, and all the tofu brains were sucked into his mouth.

Very satisfied.

"Not bad, the taste is right."

"Old Wu, the store you recommended does have something, but I don't think the kid is too old, so I don't know what it is."

Wu Qiufang saw that Lao Li, who has always been picky about eating, actually said that, and he felt a little proud for some reason: "I told you that this restaurant is good, you don't believe me, are you convinced now?"

"That's not enough." Lao Li said with a smile, naturally he refused to admit defeat in his heart. Although the smell was from his hometown, it wasn't enough to make him throw himself into the ground.

At most, I was a little happy to eat the taste of my hometown.

But as soon as the words fell, Lao Li didn't know what to think of. He looked up at the menu on the wall, and his eyes immediately locked on the pot of meat.

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