Self-cultivation with a plate of tomato scrambled eggs

Song Xiaowu followed closely behind Li Tianqi, his big watery eyes flickering, staring at Li Tianqi flatteringly: "Let me pack one, I promise I'll only have one, okay?"

Li Tianqi really had no choice but to be followed by a half-sized boy, get in the way, and even act coquettishly, just because of such a noodle, as for it?

"Wrap it up and take it to play, don't put it in the steamer again." Li Tianqi looked at Song Xiaowu who was beaming after getting the noodles, and thought to himself, if it wasn't too much of a hindrance, it would be really cute.

"Don't let it go, let's eat it by ourselves." Song Xiaowu promised while rolling the noodles into thin long strips, scooped up a spoonful of three delicacies stuffing and sprinkled it evenly on it, then stacked it up, Roll it into a cylindrical shape, then flatten it, then scoop a spoonful of stuffing on it, wrap it up, and you can start to shape it...

Li Tianqi watched his series of actions expressionlessly, then lowered his head, and continued with the work in his hand - they are now making the buns sold in the shop in the morning, Song Xiaowu probably has forgotten this.

Song Xiaowu once firmly believed that he was a culinary genius, because life forced him to only do odd jobs with Li Tianqi, and he didn't even have a chance to touch the seasoning jar.And his superb and even fancy knife skills unfortunately confirmed his beautiful illusion.

The first time I had the opportunity to get my hands on the position of head chef was on Li Tianqi's 25th birthday.

Li Tianqi doesn't remember this day at all. He even borrowed the van of the neighbor's eldest brother that day. He didn't know who he was going to pick up. Before leaving, he prepared half-steamed custard buns for Song Xiaowu for breakfast, and he also made lunch and put it in the refrigerator. , and told him that if he didn't come back for dinner, he would take another meal with milk yellow buns, and remember to eat it after it was completely hot.

Song Xiaowu obediently agreed, and after getting the guarantee from Li Tianqi that he would come back before twelve o'clock, he thought about it: let's make birthday noodles.Li Tianqi, who likes birthday cakes and peaches, doesn't like sweets, and birthday noodles don't take time. No matter when Li Tianqi comes back, he can eat them quickly.

As soon as Li Tianqi left, Song Xiaowu started to work on his back.

I happily picked five colors of fungus, magnolia slices, lettuce, carrots, and corn for cooking, and went to the market to buy a piece of top-quality beef. When I came back, I soaked the blood and put the ready-made marinade in the water. When the water boiled, put the beef in, and let it slowly marinate.

The noodles are made by Song Xiaowu himself.Originally, he had watched Li Tianqi making noodles a lot, and he knew the whole process well. He also learned the method of a gourmet-themed costume drama that was broadcast back then, and added rock sugar and eggs to it.

The wake-up dough looked decent, Song Xiaowu was gearing up. After kneading the dough out of the basin, he spread oil on the chopping board, and then kneaded the dough into long strips, starting from the middle, and kneading slowly inwards.Next to the chopping board was a large oiled porcelain plate. Song Xiaowu kneaded the noodles until they were about the same thickness, then carefully placed them in circles on the plate, and then covered them with plastic wrap. The preparation work was complete.

It was just after eight o'clock when Li Tianqi came back, and he smelled a scent as soon as he entered the door, he finally had a smile on his face: "I know how to cook."

"I'm already an adult, okay?" Song Xiaowu followed behind him, instinctively feeling that he was a little depressed, so he didn't bother him too much: "What did you have for dinner?"

"Eat something casually outside."

Looking at it like this, it is obvious that the food does not know the taste.Song Xiaowu said quickly: "Then go up and rest for a while, I'll get you something to eat." Li Tianqi looked really tired, agreed, and went upstairs.

When entering the kitchen, Song Xiaowu was still thinking, should he say "Happy Birthday" to Li Tianqi, or ask "Do you want to eat noodles first or me first"?After all, Da Lizi seemed to have something on his mind, so he should think of a way to cheer him up.

Although if he really dared to say such a thing, Li Tianqi would definitely search and copy out all the pornographic books he had read, and then sit down and have serious sex and mental health. Talk... But it's okay to fantasize!

Then this spiritual joy is broken by a large plate of noodles.

Song Xiaowu looked at the plate of semi-paste that could at most be called "noodle cake", and for a moment he forgot what he had just thought of.

I have kept a few packs of dried noodles in the kitchen for a long time, and I will use them instead at this time. Although the taste will be slightly worse, there are so many dishes, and the taste should be good.

However, at this moment, Song Xiaowu, who is possessed by the God of Cooking, is not willing to give up. He would rather find another way, and he is full of confidence to turn decay into magic.

The light in the attic room was not turned on. Li Tianqi sat in the dark for a long time, stubbed out his cigarette, and was about to go downstairs to take a shower, when Song Xiaowu came in with a tray excitedly.

"Braised beef! Chinese-style seasonal vegetable pizza!" Song Xiaowu signaled Li Tianqi to sit still, quickly put two plates on the small round table, and brought them in front of him: "Happy birthday, big plum."

The meticulous preparation was completely unexpected, and it happened that when he was in a complicated mood, Song Xiaowu had no idea that the two dishes moved Li Tianqi far beyond its own meaning by many times.

Li Tianqi stood up and embraced Song Xiaowu, but his tone was extremely calm: "Thank you."

The darkness perfectly concealed Song Xiaowu's flushed face: "Well, try it."

Probably Li Tianqi was also a little hot-headed, so he nodded and agreed without thinking about it, casually picked up a piece of Chinese pizza that Song Xiaowu had cut, took a bite, and then stopped.

It's rare for him to have this kind of intention.Li Tianqi hesitated for a moment, chewed and swallowed slowly as usual, finished this piece of "pizza" with batter mixed with diced vegetables on the inside, salty and fresh on the outside, with a touch of weird sweetness and finely crushed egg flower, and commented with a smile: "It's pretty good." OK."

Song Xiaowu put his hands on his chin, and sat on the side with an indescribably sweet smile: "These two plates are yours, I have already eaten custard buns at night."

Silently and obediently, Li Tianqi extended his chopsticks to the stewed beef again: the taste was normal, because it was his own spices; the beef was also well-cooked, very good; it was just a little bit too chewy, which was acceptable.

Song Xiaowu was sitting beside him, holding the TV remote control in his hand, but keeping his eyes on him all the time. Li Tianqi slowly finished the two dishes, which were indeed not delicious, but he felt very satisfied.

Song Xiaowu, who "successful in the first battle", is more and more enthusiastic about the kitchen, but Li Tianqi is often blocked by the reason that "the store is busy, and efficiency is more important", so he can only continue to cut vegetables, wipe the table, and chat with regular customers he knows.

Later, when he had the opportunity to cook again, Song Xiaowu was not happy at all.Li Tianqi was ill. Heatstroke and heat stroke were not a big problem, but when it got serious, it was very tormenting.

This time Song Xiaowu didn't dare to innovate indiscriminately, and honestly followed the steps Li Tianqi explained to boil a pot of lotus leaf porridge for dinner. Except that there was too much soup and a little separation of water and rice when it was out of the pot, it was generally the same.

Li Tianqi had no appetite, drank half a bowl of porridge, got up at night and vomited twice.The symptoms of cold and heatstroke are almost all gone.

Song Xiaowu poured a glass of water dejectedly, stood at the door of the bathroom, and when Li Tianqi recovered, he handed it to him to rinse his mouth: "I will never cook again."

"Fight poison with poison," Li Tianqi cheered up and joked, "The effect is not bad."

Seeing that Song Xiaowu was still pursed, he said a serious comforting sentence: "It's okay, practice makes perfect, take your time when you have a chance."

In this era when major cuisines follow the rules and diners have no intention of introducing new ones, Song Xiaowu feels that he is a lonely culinary artist.