Return to the era: starting from the state-owned hotel

Chapter 3 Fragrant and oily fried eggs with chives
Su Qingfeng made a prompt decision, took out two eggs from under the chicken's butt in front of the yard, cut a handful of leeks from the private plot, and took his mother to the stove.

Looking at the earthen stoves in the countryside, Su Qingfeng felt a sense of intimacy arise spontaneously.

Bai Jing seemed a little nervous, sitting on the small stool in front of the stove, feeling restless.

"Qingfeng, are you hungry? When the milk comes back, mother will cook for you...how about waiting a little longer?"

Su Qingfeng stared at the egg in his hand, already thinking of one hundred and eight ways for it to die.

Leek eggs, toon eggs, bean omelette, tomato scrambled eggs...

"Gollum."

Bai Jing subconsciously covered her stomach.

His face turned slightly red.

Su Qingfeng made a prompt decision, holding two eggs with one hand, and gently spreading her fingers apart. The clear egg white and bright yolk fell into the broken bowl.

He picked up a pair of chopsticks and began to beat the eggs with great skill. The liquids collided and merged during the stirring, and gradually turned into a bowl of clear yellow egg liquid.

At this time, the iron pot is slightly hot and makes a sizzling sound as the water evaporates.

Su Qingfeng was about to pour the oil out of the pot, but when she saw that the bucket was slightly turbid and only half of the oil bottle was left, she fell silent again.

I know it’s difficult these days.

But when I experienced it myself, I still didn’t expect it to be so difficult.

He reduced the amount of oil again and again, carefully pouring in half a spoonful, then cut off the leeks and sprinkled them into the iron pot.

Stir-fry the leeks until the aroma bursts out, and then slide into the pot, blending with the leeks, and fully coating them.

In the case of extreme lack of seasoning, the only advantage of this scrambled egg with leek dish is the pure natural leek and eggs from domestic non-feed chickens.

In just a few minutes, a brightly colored and heart-tugging scrambled egg with chives was freshly baked.

Bai Jing stood aside and stared blankly.

She felt that when her son picked up the iron spoon, his whole temperament changed.

She took a look at the leeks that were as green as emeralds, the orange-yellow eggs, and their oily color. She swallowed subconsciously and the tip of her nose twitched slightly.

You don’t have to taste it to know it’s delicious!
But Bai Jing felt a little cramped in her heart.

How much oil does this bowl of food consume?

She glanced at Su Qingfeng, and for the first time an idea flashed in her mind.

This prodigal kid!
Su Qingfeng was completely unaware, baring his big white teeth and smiling proudly, "Mom, try it! Look at your son's craftsmanship!"

Bai Jing looked at Su Qingfeng and suddenly remembered something, "Son, how come you suddenly know how to cook? And..." He also cooked in a decent way, looking no different from a chef in a state-owned restaurant.

Su Qingfeng's thoughts turned out to be true.

No matter how hard my filter is, I can't deceive myself to this extent.

He was in the Northeast at this time, and he happened to be in this era...

Su Qingfeng thought in her mind, the smile on her face faded slightly, and she said seriously, "Mom, have you heard of Wong Tai Sin?"

……

Days are short in the Northeast, and it’s already dark when I get off work.

The mottled walls of the earthen house bear the cracks of time.

Smoke gradually rose from the chimneys of a row of bungalows.

It seems that there is a feeling of quiet time.

Near the blue brick house of the Su family, a skinny old man walked over slowly with a pipe in his mouth and his hands behind his back.

An old lady stood next to him, short and thin, with sunken cheeks and shrewd eyes.

Overall, she is an old lady who doesn't look very kind.

Behind the two of them, there was also a group of Wuyangyang people, which looked like a huge battle.

Suddenly, the old lady felt something was wrong and sniffed the air.

Before she could speak, a little girl with dirty and dry cheeks sucked her fingers and said excitedly, "Milk, I smell eggs! Are you going to eat eggs tonight?"

"Eggs! Eat your donkey balls!" the old lady answered angrily, "How big of a face are you! It's not a new year or a festival, so I just want to eat eggs! The landowner's life is not as good as yours. Beautiful!" The little girl's eyes were bright under her straw-like messy hair. She didn't cry even after being scolded. She said with a smile, "Milk, what do donkey eggs taste like? Are they delicious?"

The old lady is too lazy to deal with this terrible thing.

When she walked to the small courtyard, a strong and overbearing fragrance of meat wafted into her nose.

Her heart skipped a beat, her head turned quickly, and she stared straight at the empty chicken coop.

Where is the shadow of eggs?
The old lady screamed, slapped her thigh, and walked quickly and steadily with her little feet, blowing into the house like the wind.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw the plate of oily, shiny scrambled eggs with chives on the dining table.

Gollum.

She swallowed first.

Oh my god, I’ve seen this leek and egg dish before, but why isn’t it as delicious as this plate looks?

The old lady was a little confused.

Should she scold these two losers first, or should she take a bite of the egg first?

Su Qingfeng was completely stunned when she saw the little old lady approaching with great momentum.

Just because this old lady looks like she has a face that is [-]% similar to the grandma in her memory.

If I insist on saying what is different, the little old lady in front of me is darker, thinner and shriveled.

Her whole body was like a candle swaying in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any time.

In an instant, after Su Qingfeng came to this era, all the confusion completely disappeared, and his whole heart became bright, as if there was hope.

He yelled happily, "Milk!"

The old lady glanced at him with a complicated expression.

How could she not care about Miaomiao, the only one in the fourth family?
It's just that the fourth child is really a bastard.

Back then, Qingfeng was so stupid that he and his fourth wife refused to have another child.

Seeing that the incense in the fourth house was about to end, the old lady was not without complaints.

But who would have thought that with all the twists and turns in this world, Baby Danzi would still wake up.

The old lady's heart was full of thoughts.

It's just that her personality is like this. No matter how excited she is, with so many days of buffering, she still looks calm.

The tight corners of her lips were slightly smoothed, and she finally made a "hmm" sound that was neither salty nor bland.

Just turning back and looking at the plate of leek and eggs that looked so good, my anger started to rise again.

"Isn't it hard to live now? Who puts so much oil in a bowl of food? Oil doesn't cost money, doesn't it? Fourth daughter-in-law, I'm not telling you..."

"Milk, I made it."

Su Qingfeng suddenly spoke.

"Then...what?! When did you learn how to cook?"

"When it comes to cooking, don't you know how to use a spatula?"

Su Qingfeng took it for granted.

Just as the old lady was about to open her mouth, Su Qingfeng, with quick eyes and quick hands, picked up a piece of scrambled egg and put it in her mouth.

Food is so precious these days.

Not to mention oil and eggs.

For fear of falling to the ground, the old lady immediately closed her mouth and chewed the scrambled eggs wrapped with leeks.

As soon as she ate it, she wanted to swallow her tongue.

It was not like she had never tasted leek and eggs before, but this was the first time she had tasted such delicious ones.

There is a hint of fragrance in the oil, the eggs are soft and tender, and the leeks are sweet. When you bite into it, the pure oil and water burst out. After eating one piece, you only feel the fragrance lingering on your lips and teeth, without the slightest smell of leeks.

This...this is simply, so delicious!
It was so delicious that she couldn't say anything harsh.

The old lady couldn't help but think:
State-owned hotels...that's it, right?
　The third update~
　　
　
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