Cooking

Recalling love, happy people remember drinking beer and cherishing friends, frustrated people remember bland porridge and remember poverty, each taste represents a memory, so the meaning of Bujia cuisine is to hope that every guest can Remember that these dishes are symbols of those irreplaceable feelings. "

"This is my ideal Bujia cuisine."

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Feel?

Yes, a feeling.

Feelings come from sounds, tastes, shapes, colors, and touches, which make people's hearts agitated or heavy, tears or smiles, pain or happiness, but they are the most difficult to express in words.

I suddenly remembered my previous life. The narrow storefront on the first floor of a small lo mei shop can only accommodate the sales counters. The small courtyard and kitchen in the back are the main cooking space. The room for a family of four can only be accommodated on the second floor. As soon as the window was opened, one could smell the smell of blood, the smell of chicken feathers and viscera, and the smell of stewed meat mixed together to form a disgusting smell that almost formed a substantial white mist.

From childhood to adulthood, almost every day's bento and every day's dinner are stewed pork with the same taste. My sister and I used to throw dishes and chopsticks, cry and lose our temper. The mother who has been working all day will mercilessly take away the dining table Let them go hungry, and Dad will secretly give them a few dollars to buy something else to eat, and sometimes secretly make them Yangchun noodles.

He used to think that no matter the fried rice, noodles, wontons or dumplings at any stall in the night market were better than his own food, in order to eat burgers and fries, he deliberately lost his temper with his father and asked for pocket money. After high school, he was determined not to follow Bring lunch at home, and when others mention his lo-mei, they will get angry for no reason, feel ashamed and annoyed.

During the senior year school trip, the family was busy, and he lost his temper and only wanted money. In the end, he found a lunch box full of lo-mei that his father probably put in secretly in his backpack. When he wanted to take it out and throw it away, his classmates snatched it away. eat.

When he was attacked by inexplicable embarrassment, the young master who was as noble as a doll smiled and said to him, "Lo mei is delicious, thank you."

Something cool kept slipping from his cheeks, dripping onto the back of his hand drop by drop.

The heart is tightly pinched by someone, and all that flows in the blood vessels is unstoppable regret and self-blame.

Dad, has passed away.

There is no lo-mei, no pocket money, and no Yangchun noodles that are not delicious at all.

Even his father's face was gradually forgotten... Li Xiangrong saw tears on his face from the blade of the butcher knife lying quietly on the floor.

"Arong?"

"Arong!"

Buroni, who turned his head, was surprised to find that Li Xiangrong couldn't stop shaking, weeping silently, and glistening drops of water kept gushing out of his bewildered eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" He gently reached out to touch Li Xiangrong's arm, and asked in a low voice.He couldn't think of what he had just said about Bu Jiacai that would make his friend cry, and he was completely at a loss for this sudden and obvious sadness.

It would be great if Ah Rong was a girl, he even imagined that if a girl cries, there is no need for a reason or an excuse, as long as she hugs her gently, pats her back, touches her hair, It's fine to call her by her name in a low voice, but Ah Rong, what can Ah Rong do?

In Buroni's memory, there is no memory of comforting his friend and crying. He held Arong's hand slightly, and he was still thinking that it would be good for that little brat, Langning, to turn upside down when he cried. !

Do you want to make a fuss and scream like those boys in comics or youth dramas?Or do you want to say ridiculous lines like "A man bleeds but not tears" with his waist pierced?

In fact, he was sad before he was confused.

The boy with round eyes, his cheeks have lost a lot in the recent hard life, his smooth black hair sticks to his forehead, his cheeks are wet, his nose is still twitching, his front teeth are biting his lips, and he stubbornly endures crying...

——! ! !

With a sudden shock in his head, Li Xiangrong came back to his senses and stared at the close gaze of Ronnie, and said hoarsely, "I'm sorry..."

"I'm sorry I was distracted..." He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand indiscriminately, not noticing the expression on Buroni's face when he shook off the other's fingers.

"I just thought of my father, I miss him very much," Li Xiangrong tried to make a calm voice while twitching his nose, quickly stood up and walked towards the bathroom, "I'm really sorry."

What is there to apologize for?

So I was thinking about my father, that's right, Ah Rong's father had an accident... So Ah Rong has been having a hard time, so pitiful...

Fingers unconsciously touched the cold water on the floor, Buroni thought sullenly, losing his father would be so sad, and he couldn't show a little bit of hard work at ordinary times, so how painful Arong was in private.

After washing his face, Li Xiangrong's eyes were a little red, but his expression calmed down a lot, and he forced a smile to Buroni, "I don't know why, but I suddenly think of my father. I don't usually do that." Buroni just kept silent. Looking at him quietly without speaking, there seemed to be an inexplicable emotion in the dark green eyes.

"It's ugly to cry, isn't it, don't forget it, and don't use this to laugh at me in the future!" Arong could only continue dryly, "Uh...it's late, you should go back too, we have more tomorrow Are you going to class?"

"Well, it's a bit late," Buroni finally said, nonchalantly, "It's late, I'm a little hungry, do you have anything to eat?"

"Eat?" Li Xiangrong looked around the room, and sometimes bought an electric cooker if he wanted to make a late-night snack, but for now the only food is instant noodles.

Buroni is indeed not joking. He came back from school this evening and wanted to talk to Arong. Unexpectedly, he was dragged over by his father to toast him as soon as he arrived. Digestion is clean, I wanted to go to the big kitchen to catch the staff dinner, but I was forced to go out to the bar for a while by the familiar customers who couldn't offend, and had to come to the dormitory if I came to find Ah Rong again.

"The store is closed tomorrow, and I don't have class in the morning and plan to sleep late, so let's get something to eat now," Buroni said indifferently, "Just eat whatever you want, I don't want to go back and get something to eat and disturb my family. "

"I really don't have anything to eat here," Li Xiangrong said hesitantly, "The big kitchen is also locked..."

"You don't even want to entertain me with instant noodles, do you?" Unceremoniously opened the small locker, and found several boxes of bowl noodles and small bags of dried radish beside the only bowl.

"That's the only one I'm sorry about," Li Xiangrong said shyly, "There were biscuits and salted eggs a few days ago, but today there are only instant noodles."

"Then instant noodles." Buroni took out two bowls of noodles nonchalantly, and pointed at each other with his chin, "Go and boil water."

I don't even have the most basic salt, so I can only endure the seasoning package. Buroni frowned, tore off the dehydrated vegetables and sauce package, poured boiling water on the noodles, and began to remark, "Do you know that fried instant noodles Is it fried with hydrogenated oil containing trans fatty acids? The food package is full of preservatives and additives made of chemical raw materials? Dehydrated vegetables will not be a good dish? The lining of this bowl is full of wax, and plastic tableware may also Hazardous PVC instead of food grade PE?"

"Then you still eat?" Li Xiangrong stirred the noodles with a fork, and hot mist steamed up.

"That's why I tell you not to eat this kind of food!" Buroni also picked up the fork, "Convenience food is very unhealthy. As a chef, you have to be strict with food!"

"It's the diners who are strict with food," Li Xiangrong said lightly while biting his noodles, "The chef just needs to cook the food that the guests like, and no one cares what the chef eats, just like my home's lo mei, I'm obviously tired of eating it. Gotta do it well..."

Remembered again?Buroni swallowed the noodles angrily. He was used to eating fresh food. This greasy and salty food was really unpalatable.

"What's the best noodle you've ever eaten?" Li Xiangrong asked suddenly.

"Well, the most delicious noodles should be the eel noodles made by Master Lu. They said that they were made using the method of "Suiyuan Food List". A large eel is steamed, then the meat is removed and the bones are removed, and it is mixed with flour. Chicken soup and noodles, rolled into pancakes and chopped finely, then cooked in the broth made of chicken, ham and mushrooms, although it is just a bowl of white noodles without any green onion, but the taste..." Buroni's The expression is full of aftertaste, "It's so delicious that you can swallow it with your tongue... This dish has been cooked several times in Bu's recipes, but now the wild eels are not big enough, and the taste of the big eels that are raised is not good enough. Not good enough, alas..."

"Then what's the best noodle you've ever eaten?" Buroni asked with interest.

"Boil water, put a handful of fine vermicelli, put a little shrimp skin seaweed in the bowl, salt, pepper, vinegar, cut a spring onion, half a spoonful of lard, pour the soup and noodles into the bowl, and just mix it up." Li Xiangrong lightly He said softly, "Actually, it's not very tasty..."

"Sounds good." Unaware that his friend's voice was low again, Buroni carefully imitated the recipe in his mind, "It's very simple noodles, it should be delicious." Why don't you just go back and make it for your dad? up.

"But my dad's cooking is not tasty at all. It's either too salty or too bland, or too sour. The noodles are either overcooked or undercooked. I've made it many times but always get nowhere. I don't know anything except lo mei... ..."

"Arong,"

"Ok?"

"..." What do you want to say?Don't be sad, if you want to live your own life well, Dad will watch you from heaven, these words are meaningless.

"Could you make me that kind of noodles next time?" After thinking and thinking, he could only make a tough request, and Lonnie blamed himself a bit for giving in.

"Yes." Li Xiangrong agreed casually, raised the bowl and drank the noodle soup.

The author has something to say: These two episodes can be regarded as emotional dramas, right?In fact, the two protagonists--

In fact, when one person falls in love with another person, it is very difficult for two people to like each other. It may take a long time to discover the attachment hidden in the bottom of the heart, or it may be the temptation and confirmation of all kinds of entanglements after the flash...

So Ah Rong and Master Bu, you still have a long way to go!

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