Food starts with Mapo Tofu

Chapter 190 A Beggar at the Gate of the Theater
Chefs like Chen Nian, who are picky about food, feel this way, let alone others.

Holding the bowl, he came to the uncle who was in charge of the water pot. Chen Nian saw that his eyes were bright, and he was gently sipping the seafood porridge along the edge bit by bit.

This pose is so familiar!
At first glance, he looks like a trainer!
No two brushes can make this kind of professional action that can reach at least 9.8 points.

"Master, you used to be a storyteller?"

"Yeah, what's the matter?"

"Master, are you from the Northeast?"

"Yes, I think my accent is quite obvious."

"But sir, why did you travel so far to the south? Although there are storytellers here, it's more popular in the north, right?"

I saw the old man sighed: "If you can get along, who is willing to run around? Isn't it all for a living? Singing opera and storytelling to persuade people, the three roads go in the middle, good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the world is the right way It’s vicissitudes; if it wasn’t for those things that happened in my hometown, I couldn’t stay here any longer, and I could have a foothold in Beiping even if I didn’t go back to my hometown in Beiping. Who can explain these things clearly?"

Chen Nian thought about the history he had learned. Now it is 1936. It seems that the Northeast was indeed occupied by the Japanese army a few years ago, and the puppet Manchukuo military government was established.

"It's a bunch of bloody bastards!"

Chen Nian couldn't help cursing, how many people were forced to leave their hometowns due to the war, and even more people lost their wives and children during the war, and even lost their lives.

And the uncle in charge of the water pot also sighed, took another sip of seafood porridge, smashed it and said, "It would be great if my mother could drink this stuff, after all, we don't make this stuff over there." , It's a pity... I was the only one who ran away from the whole family back then, and my mother is over 80 years old. Those who gave birth to a son without PY, I walked all the way after I escaped, and I couldn't walk here. If it wasn’t for the class leader to take me in at the end, I’d probably have starved to death long ago!”

Chen Nian sighed, it seems that everyone has their own past.

But who can be alone in this environment?

Personal power is limited, what can I do by myself?

Right now, the only thing to do is to prepare the meal first.

As he was talking, Chen Nian saw that the main members of the troupe outside had also come, apparently they had just finished practicing and came over for breakfast.

"What do you drink with shrimp porridge and plain porridge?" Chen Nian asked.

After Bai Yueshuang heard this, she turned her head to look at Li Fuchun, the class leader, "Team leader, what can we drink?"

At first glance, it seems that Bai Yueshuang wants to drink shrimp porridge in his heart, but he doesn't know if drinking shrimp porridge is against the teacher's taboo. After all, Li Fuchun usually told them that no matter what, at least he should protect his throat .

It doesn't matter if someone in this line of work looks ugly, anyway, when the time comes, the face will have to be made up, so there are always suitable roles for so many roles.

But if the throat is broken, it's all gone.

When others watch you sing, you can't just open your mouth and keep silent on stage, no matter how well you do somersaults, people won't buy it if you don't make a sound.

It is the audience's money to make money by setting up and singing operas, and the actors also rely on this to make a living, so naturally the guy who eats is extremely important.

Paying attention to diet is the most basic thing in their daily life. Spicy, salty, or sweet food will cause the voice to break, muffle, and fail to sing when singing.

Li Fuchun turned his head and looked at the pot of shrimp porridge, and found that there was nothing superfluous in it, and everyone’s food was delicious. After thinking about it, he said: "I want to drink whatever I want, but only porridge is allowed, no Eat pickles."

"Okay!" Bai Yueshuang's face brightened upon hearing this, Guan Chen Nian ordered a bowl of seafood porridge on the spot, took it to the side and drank it happily.

Then Qin Xiangyun asked for a bowl of seafood porridge, and she was also a little curious about the craftsmanship of Aging.

But Li Fuchun and Du Liniang asked for white porridge. The two of them chose the white porridge, and the little girl who had been following Du Liniang naturally chose the white porridge. Although she was looking at the seafood porridge, she seemed to want to try it taste.

But in the end, the shyness in her heart made her restrain herself.

Bai Yueshuang kept talking about how delicious it was, but Li Fuchun looked at this unformed apprentice with a look of hatred on his face, and then looked at Du Liniang: "Li Niang, why don't you drink this?" ?”

After all, in his opinion, young people may still prefer something with a little taste, and there is nothing to say about food and sex.

But Du Liniang whispered, "I like white porridge."

When Chen Nian heard it, he also understood that everyone has their own advantages, some people just like to drink porridge, just like some people don't like meat by nature.

They also bring their own bowls when they come to eat in the morning, so the aging also saves the effort of washing the pot.

But in the end, after everyone finished eating and left satisfied, Chen Nian found that he had finished all the white porridge, but there was still some seafood porridge.

This seafood porridge won't taste very good at noon, but there are still two or three bowls left and I can't finish it by myself.

I have no choice but to put it aside, maybe someone wants to come over for a drink in the morning?

So they poured the big pot and the small pot together.

The pots and bowls are cleaned up, and after the kitchen is cleaned up, it will be fine for a while to age.

As for the ingredients for noon, I will prepare them later, anyway, it is only after eight o'clock in the morning.

At noon, there are only meals for more than 50 people. This is as simple as an adult can control himself not to go to the garbage dump to pick up garbage and eat.

However, Chen Nian thought that since he came here, he couldn't stay in the kitchen all day. He couldn't go out yesterday due to time constraints. Today, he happened to be free so he might as well go out and hang around.

It's May now, and although it's hot, it's morning after all, so it's still cooler than during the day after all.

The place Chen Nian is going to this time is the vegetable market, and he just took advantage of the time of shopping to go to the vegetable market here. After all, there are not many ingredients in the kitchen, so he needs to prepare some in advance.

But just as Chen Nian walked out the door and took two steps, suddenly he stumbled and fell forward as if he tripped over something.

Turning around, I saw a beggar in tattered clothes looking around in panic, and then looked at the newspaper under him.
Obviously he was sleeping just now, but he fell asleep and was kicked by himself accidentally.

Kick woke up.

It's just that when Chen Nian looked over, the other party's pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of gray mist.

The man's lips were chapped and his face was pale.

"Are you okay?" Chen Nian asked quickly.

But the other party looked at Chen Nian but shook his head slightly, and said weakly: "It's nothing..."

His voice was dry and hoarse, if it wasn't for the lack of people on the road in the morning, Chen Nian might not be able to hear what the other party was saying.

"Have you been sick for a long time without eating?"

"Two days."

The other party spoke with difficulty, afraid that Chen Nian would not be able to hear clearly, he raised his hand tremblingly, stretched out two fingers and shook them lightly, then fell down weakly.

(End of this chapter)