Siheyuan: I am Du Shouyi

Chapter 199 Braised Fried Tofu
Lou Xiao'e was a very important ally. Now that she had guessed something, Du Shouyi no longer concealed it.He has no obligations to Xu Damao, but he has obligations to Lou Xiaoe.

After listening to his words, Lou Xiaoe was silent for a long time, and asked, "Why didn't you stop it?"

Du Shouyi sighed again, and said, "No matter whose seed it is, it's a human life after all?!"

After thinking for a while, he said: "Xu Damao is bad to the bone, your Lou family may not be able to control it, but you will suffer from him. Only when such a person does not leave my sight can he be at ease.

If you want to take him away, I won't stop him. If he doesn't agree, come and tell me, he has to go if he doesn't.

But if you don't want to take him away, then don't make a big fuss and give him some reputation in the factory.I will still need this person in the future.

In short, the decision-making power is in your hands, and I will not take the initiative to participate. "

Lou Xiaoe asked curiously, "What use do you want him for?"

Du Shouyi didn't answer directly. He took a sip of wine and said, "Poisonous snakes can kill people, but they are good at dealing with rats."

The next meal was very dull, and Lou Xiaoe left after the meal.She got a lot of information tonight, and she wants to go back and go through it with her father, thinking about what to do next.

After she left, Du Shouyi smiled and said to Gong Xiaobei: "After my 20th birthday, shall we go get the certificate? I can't wait."

Gong Xiaobei understood what he was talking about, blushed and said, "Well, I'll listen to you."

She didn't ask a word about the conversation just now.Now she is getting smarter and smarter. When Du Shouyi said that metaphor, she already understood what Xu Damao could do. Du Shouyi was preparing for the turmoil he had been talking about.Now that I understand this, what else is there to ask?
There was nothing to say all night, and the time came to February [-]th, Tuesday.

Early in the morning, Du Shouyi was blocked in the courtyard by Sister Qian. She was Uncle Qian's daughter who worked in the arts and crafts factory.

"Mr. Du, good morning."

Hearing this claim was so kind, Du Shouyi replied with a smile: "Mr. Qian, you are too early."

Sister Qian smiled and said, "Stop making fun of me, how can I be called a teacher at my level?"

"Where, you taught Xiaohu very well. You have already drawn well at such a young age. A famous teacher produces a good student." Du Shouyi instantly transformed into the 'Du Xiaozui' on the campus in his previous life.

Sister Qian didn't have much contact with him. She didn't expect Du Shouyi's small mouth to be so sweet. She immediately smiled like a flower and said, "Your level is really high. I'll give the sketch you lent to Xiaohu to the artist in our factory." The teacher looked at it, and he said that it would take ten years of hard work to paint like this.”

"I'm sorry, I don't have any talent, so I can only use my stupid strength to make Sister Qian laugh at me."

After a business bragging, Sister Qian said that she was specifically blocking Du Shouyi. Sister Qian entered the factory directly after graduating from high school, and she was weak in basics. She wanted Du Shouyi to help with tuition.

Du Shouyi thought for a while and asked, "Is it just a sketch?"

"Yes, I have never mastered the perspective structure well. The things I draw are easily deformed and tasteless. My master is a master of arts and crafts who paint Chinese paintings. It is not suitable to find another teacher from the factory. You understand Bar?"

"Understood, understood." Du Shouyi nodded quickly.

"Mr. Du, please teach me, please."

Du Shouyi thought for a while and said, "You are a professional, and I am a second-hand swordsman. It is not appropriate to say whether to teach or not. Let's not be students and teachers, how about we study together and improve together?"

This was considered an agreement. After the two agreed on the time of the first class, Sister Qian left excitedly, while Du Shouyi took another job for himself out of nowhere.

Not long after sending off Sister Qian, Liu Guangtian came to pick up the lunch box.Du Shouyi would put a lunch box on the window sill of the south room every day, which contained a bottle of milk and two boiled eggs.Liu Guangtian is like a milkman, he comes to pick it up once a day, and then puts the empty bottle on the windowsill when he returns home.

"Brother, where are you?" Liu Guangtian called Du Shouyi directly when he saw Du Shouyi now, without even the word Shouyi.

"Why do you get up so early?" Du Shouyi asked as he handed him the lunch box.

Unexpectedly, this question made Liu Guangtian's face turn red, he pretended to be calm and said: "I had a dream, I can't fall asleep."

Du Shouyi's mind is so fast, he can understand it at a glance.What else can there be at this age and in this season?The poor monk's Dharma name is "Wet Dream"?
It's unlucky to meet such a thing early in the morning.

He thought for a while and said: "Su Huijuan is He Yuzhu's serious apprentice, Ma Hua's relative sister, and my little nephew. If you have any crooked thoughts, please correct me. Think about which of these three you can deal with?"

Run after loading the fork.After Du Shouyi finished speaking, he walked towards the backyard, leaving Liu Guangtian standing there with a horrified expression on his face: "What did I say?"How did he know?What should we do? '

At this moment, Du Shouyi felt at ease.Liu Guangtian disgusted him just now, and he immediately came back with revenge. How could this be so exciting? !As for what happens to Liu Guangtian, he won't care. If the little brat doesn't scare him, will he really think that there is no one in his parents' family?Make you dream again? !

In the backyard, the deaf old lady got up early and was walking in the backyard to stretch her legs.

Du Shouyi was in a good mood, and asked with a smile: "Old lady, how about some 'salted fried tofu' early today? With sesame seed cakes or steamed buns with pork and green onions?"

"Let's cook pancakes, this year's food is too greasy."

"Come on, I'll buy it for you right away." Du Shouyi agreed, went into the house, got a big steel pot, and went out happily.

'Braised fried tofu' is not a system reward, it was Du Shouyi's impromptu idea.Because he just discovered this 'food' in the surrounding area two days ago.

Cut the tofu into triangular slices, deep-fry in oil, then simmer in the hot soup for about ten minutes, and then add marinated shrimp oil, sesame paste, fermented bean curd and other condiments.

A simple breakfast "tofu soup" is much more "normal" than the signature "soy sauce" of Kyoto breakfast.

Du Shouyi really likes soybean juice, but it doesn't mean that everyone in Kyoto likes it.

Soybean juice is actually quite popular among banner people who eat meat, and it can detoxify and expel oil.In other old capitals before and after liberation, quite a few people still did not drink soybean juice.

Some can't stand the 'sour' smell.And some families with "strict family education" never drink soybean juice since they were young, because the food on the street is extremely unhygienic.They don't touch food from roadside stalls such as stewed, fried belly, fried liver, etc. This group is quite large.

It is said that Mr. Mei Lanfang likes to drink soybean juice, but it is just that he has someone buy a pot and let his family taste the taste.

But in later generations, for some reason, old Mr. Wang Zengqi said, "If you haven't drank soybean juice, you have never been to Kyoto."Then the whole world thinks that men, women and children in Kyoto like it, and it seems that they can't live without drinking a bowl of 'swill' every day.

This is purely a misunderstanding, so I won't go any further.

The place Du Shouyi went to was a public-private breakfast shop. Some of the original mobile vendors were grouped together, including those selling fried dough sticks, fried cakes, sesame cakes, bean dips, etc., with a wide variety of varieties.

The person who bought the marinated fried tofu was a Muslim named Ma. Du Shouyi loved eating his food as long as he could remember, but he didn't know where he went since a few years ago.It was only after listening to Aunt Guo and the others recently that I realized that he had moved here.

When he arrived at the stewed fried tofu stall, he saw the stall owner who was already a bit hunched, and Du Shouyi's dusty memories of his previous life were revealed.

He remembered that his father once said that Master Ma once learned the art in the famous shop "Yilong", and he was good at mixing small ingredients, so his braised fried tofu tastes the most authentic.

Don't underestimate the small ingredients, people in Kyoto look at it when they eat mutton, and it is even more important for their belly to eat.If the chef who adjusts the small ingredients in any shabu-shabu restaurant has changed, the regular customers must know, because the taste is the same.

There are quite a few belly-boiled and shabu-shabu restaurants in later generations under the banner of "ancestral tradition". Among them, at least eight of the ten are fake, and at most one or two are serious ancestors.

What is being passed on?More than half of it is the secret recipe of this small material.So in Kyoto, if you are good at mixing ingredients, you will never die of hunger. The Master Bai in front of you is a clear proof.

The dusty memory could not be closed once it was opened. Du Shouyi remembered that there seemed to be an aunt in his previous life.In his memory, the image of this aunt was very vague, it seemed that he hadn't seen her since he was four or five years old, and he had never seen her when his father died.

After Shougui comes back this week, Du Shouyi plans to ask her if her father has mentioned this to her. After all, they are also relatives.

　Thanks to book friend '746124' and book friend 'cyndi1982' for the tip. Thank you both.

　　The editor gave me a great recommendation, and I may add two more updates at noon tomorrow.Thank you for your support.

　　I haven't learned a lesson recently, so I got punched again in Chapter [-]. I'm considering whether to speed up the plot a bit so that the story ends in February or March of [-].There is no way to write down the facts after this.Not ready yet.Let me say hello to everyone first. :)

　　
　
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