Entertainment Reborn Rhapsody

Chapter 20: Chapter Twenty: Mom's Recipe

The days quickly passed to the weekend.

In the early morning, when the sky was just slightly bright, Qiu Jiang was woken up by Shanhe who got up early, and he pushed his bicycle out with the menu and Shanhe in his hand.

"You father and son got up early, are you going to buy food?" Mrs. Xie, who is used to getting up early, met Qiu Jiang and his son at the intersection.

"It's all done by this stinky boy, you know it too, Master!" Qiu Jiang said angrily.

"Hahaha, Meiyu told me that she wanted Meiyu to cook all the special dishes, and the two of you were responsible for buying and washing vegetables. It was said that it was a family activity, and Teacher Ni and I didn't have to do anything, just wait and watch the fun and a big meal."

Qiu Jiang complained angrily, "It's finally the weekend, so I got up earlier than usual!"

"Dad, you have the wrong mentality. Don't take these things as work. You should think of them as activities, fun, and experiences."

Qiu Jiang gave his son a white look, "No wonder you can write novels, your imagination is really good. Let's go, let's experience the fun of the vegetable market! Let's go, Mrs.

Mrs. Xie watched the father and son ride away with a smile. This family is really interesting.

Shanhe took the menu and followed behind his father, "Tofu should be thick and tender, buy one version, fish should be river fish. Taro, local taro, two catties of pork belly, one catty of leg meat..."

"Dad, why are there so many, and you have requirements for everything?"

"Do you think that the most important thing in cooking is to choose the ingredients. Your grandma used to order the ingredients with acquaintances before making banquets. Just like when you write a novel, you need to collect materials. Your mother deliberately poses a problem for us father and son."

"Ah, what should we do?" Shanhe was dumbfounded.

"We're not doing banquets, so it's enough to buy everything. I heard that I bought the chicken, duck and fish meat first, then the vegetables, and finally the seasoning. If you can't buy it, let your mother handle it yourself."

The father and son shuttled back and forth in the messy vegetable market.Two hours later, all kinds of ingredients were hung on the bicycle, and Shan He still had a big bag in his hand.

"Dad, this cooking is really like writing. The preparation work is much more tiring than writing a book!"

Qiu Jiang glanced at his son, "You must have been tricked by your mother. It will be even more tiring to clean up in a while. Just the two of us can't finish it at noon. Let your mother clean up the chicken, duck and fish, she is more efficient, and we will pack the vegetables and ingredients. Go talk to your mother!"

Shanhe replied weakly: "I promised my mother, why don't you talk to my mother!"

"Your mother listens to you..."

The father and son entered the yard with their bags packed. In the yard, Yu Zhengchong, his wife, and Xie Meiyu's mother and daughter were sitting around the patio, waiting for them to come back.

"Hahaha, Qiu Jiang, you are so tired and out of breath after shopping for groceries, it looks like you have to get up early to exercise!" Yu Zhengchong teased the student.

Qiu Jiang complained to the teacher: "Teacher, take a look at the menu Xie Meiyu listed for us. It would be great if we can buy it back! By the way, there is no such thing as beef offal and beef tongue. They have already decided to leave."

"Look, the fish you bought is too small, and the pork belly is not in the right part. Why do you buy such a thick loach? I don't know if the thinner one is more delicious when fried!" Xie Meiyu began to pick and choose.

Qiu Jiang glanced at Shanhe, pouted, and motioned for Shanhe to answer.

"Mom, you see, we are making home-cooked dishes, not banquets, it's almost enough." Shanhe responded weakly.

"The ingredients are not right, and the taste of the dishes will be much worse. It's okay, I don't expect you to buy the right ones, so start cleaning up!" Xie Meiyu pursed her lips and showed a smile.

"My dad said he would take care of the chicken, duck and fish, and I would take care of the vegetables." Shan He sold Qiu Jiang without hesitation.

"Eh~" Qiu Jiang looked at his son in disbelief.Shan He avoided his father's gaze, and hurried to the kitchen with his bag in hand.

"Hahaha, wait for Qiu Jiang to clean up, I guess we have to eat this meal tomorrow! Meiyu, thank you for stopping watching the joke. Please help!" Yu Zhengchong said with a smile.

"Dad, Dad, I'll help you." Xiao Chuxi shouted while hugging her father's leg.

"It has to be my good daughter, my son is unreliable! Kiss me!"

Ha ha…

Shanhe watched her mother process the ingredients in an orderly manner, her expression was indifferent, her eyes focused, and a completely different temperament from usual emerged on her surface.

The mother's pride should be to take good care of her family with her care and hard work in these ordinary daily life. Her achievements have been integrated into her life and turned into years.

It’s just that none of us paid attention.

Shanhe worked in a hurry for most of the day, feeling like he had processed every ingredient, but he didn't seem to have done anything.When I finally saw the dishes on the whole round table, I was still very satisfied and proud.

Hakka cuisine is an ancient inheritance passed down from generation to generation. After the Han people in the Central Plains migrated to the south and settled down, they combined the local area to create a new cuisine.

It not only retains the cooking methods and taste habits of the Central Plains, but also uses local mountain ingredients.

Since the selection and production of ingredients are closely related to daily life, the folk features are particularly rich.

Hakka cuisine has the characteristics of "salty, cooked and fragrant", which is inseparable from the fact that Hakka people mostly live in mountainous areas. Historically, Hakka people farmed and sown, which required a lot of physical exertion and required a lot of salt, so their diet was mainly salty. .

"In the past, to prepare such a table of dishes, the ingredients had to be prepared for several days. I had to find someone to order the ingredients from all over the country, and then I had to store them to keep them fresh. It was much more troublesome than it is now!" Xie Meiyu recalled with a sigh.

"Meiyu, don't let your skills go to waste as a cook!"

"Where am I now? These are home-cooked dishes, and you can't go to a big restaurant. I heard from my mother that there are still some things to pay attention to, such as eight big bowls, nine big flavors, etc. Let's move your chopsticks and try. This one The table is the product of a day for the whole family."

"This taro meatball is delicious. The fried one is crispy and delicious, and the boiled bowl melts in your mouth."

"Mei Cai Braised Pork is well cooked, and it's the best pairing with rice and wine."

"Mom, the food you cooked today is so delicious, I can't even eat it!" Xiao Chuxi also patted her stomach and shouted.

"Xixi also participated in the labor today. Of course, the fruits of hard work will be particularly delicious."

After Xie Meiyu took care of Chuxi, she took out a jar of rice wine from the room, "Our local dishes are relatively strong, with a lot of salt and pepper. After eating, it's best to have another bowl of rice wine to relieve the taste."

Drinking sweet fermented rice, accompanied by the gentle breeze in the evening, the family looked leisurely and lazy.

"Today's activity was good. Although it was a bit hard and troublesome, I had a good time and felt comfortable." Yu Zhengchong leaned back on the bamboo chair with satisfaction.

"The teacher is right. In fact, at first I thought Xie Meiyu was cheating us father and son, but now I am quite satisfied."

"It's good to let you do something." Xie Meiyu said, "Cooking is actually a kind of enjoyment. My mother used to say that all the time. I didn't understand it when I was young. How can it be enjoyment? It's so troublesome and so much fun." It’s hard work. If my mother didn’t force me to learn, I wouldn’t be able to experience this feeling now.”

"Meiyu is right. Old things are passed down from generation to generation. These things are not only life skills, but also the culture and wisdom left by our ancestors!" Yu Zhengchong expressed his feelings.

Listening to the conversations of his family members, Shanhe thought about his labor experience from morning to night, and his thoughts suddenly stretched.

"Master, I suddenly had an idea!"

"Oh, let me tell you something." The whole family's eyes came together.

"Today's experience taught me that cooking is just like writing. It requires collecting, organizing, and creating. It also contains unique culture and inheritance."

Shanhe went on to say: "If these processes and the stories in them are written, wouldn't a dish be an article!"

"Hey, look, it's a crazy idea. How about extraordinary talent." Yu Zheng rushed to praise. "Xiaohe, why did you suddenly have inspiration?"

"When my mother talked about grandma, I felt that what she was talking about was so far away, but at the same time I felt that it was right in front of me. Today's experience suddenly made me understand that it was all in the middle of cooking."

"Qiu Jiang, look at your son. He can come up with such a good theme for a dish. Food is the essence of our national tradition. We have watched it all our lives, but we didn't realize anything. Shame, shame!"

"Come, tell me your specific thoughts!"

"Well, I just think of a name now, "Inheritance on the Bite of the Tongue—Mom's Recipe". Master, parents, how do you feel?"

"Okay, the inheritance on the tip of the tongue, okay! Isn't it the inheritance of taste!"

"Meiyu, listen, Xiaohe wants to write a book for you."

Xie Meiyu is a little confused, isn't this cooking only written recipes!

(End of this chapter)