The wealthy man's wife is a sideline [rebirth]

"What's the stuffing of wontons?" Su Guoan asked.

Su Qiao put the last fish cake into the pot, and said: "Shrimp, with fungus and corn kernels in it."

Su Guoan nodded, completely forgot about the morning exercise, went to the refrigerator to find some mustard greens, and chopped them up.Remembering that my wife loves coriander, I washed a few more cilantro and chopped it as usual.

After the fish cakes came out of the pan, Su Qiao immediately lifted the lid of the casserole.

After several hours of simmering on low heat, the chicken soup has taken on a rich, yellowish color. The golden oil flowers floating on the soup surface are the essence of the whole chicken, which blends with the aroma of onion and ginger to create a delicious taste. breath.

Su Qiao put some salt into the chicken soup, took a small spoon to taste it, and found it to be moderately salty and not bad.Then I turned out another small saucepan with a thin bottom, filled it with two tablespoons of chicken soup, put it on the stove on the other side and lit it.

The wonton belt is filled with flour, and cooking directly in the pot will ruin the taste of the whole pot of soup, so it is necessary to fill the soup and cook it alone, one bowl of wonton and one bowl of soup, the original taste.

Su Qiao counted the wontons, while Su's father was watching, enveloped by the smell of chicken soup, he was in a daze.

Su Guoan took a small bowl, which was as big as the palm of his hand.While muttering about the delicious fragrance in his heart, he took some soup with a spoon and came out to try it out.The small white porcelain bowl was filled to [-]% full, and it was only enough for a few mouthfuls. Su Guoan intended to satisfy his cravings, but he didn't expect that the chicken soup would make him dissatisfied.

The golden soup has a delicious taste.The scallions have become lingering strands during the long stewing process. As the chicken soup enters the mouth, it melts and disappears before it can be felt, leaving only a salty aftertaste.

Su Guoan was rare to be gentle, he sipped the soup, smacked his tongue once after taking a sip, and felt relieved.

Then he frowned and looked at the bowl in his hand—why is it so small?

Just about to get a bigger bowl and drink enough at one time, before she could start, she heard Su Qiao say, "The wontons are ready."

Su Guoan immediately forgot about adding chicken soup, and turned to look at the big sea bowl on the stove.

In the wide-mouth sea bowl, wontons with translucent skins are sinking and floating under the golden soup.When Su Qiao was cooking wontons, she also blanched two heads of rapeseed and a few slices of shiitake mushrooms into the chicken broth. The half-cooked cabbage hearts were cooked at a high temperature, showing a richer and more attractive emerald green color, crawling obediently on the wontons, and the shiitake mushrooms also It was cooked through and soaked in the deliciousness of the chicken broth.

"This—" Su Guoan looked at the bowl of wontons. "For me?"

Su Qiao had already started cooking the second bowl, and said, "Yes. Dad, you can eat first. The wontons must be hot, otherwise the dough will soften after a while."

Su Guoan nodded, picked up the Dahai Bowl and walked towards the restaurant.Thinking about it halfway, I added some mustard mustard to the bowl, and took two pieces of fish cakes with a plate.

Sitting down at the dining table, Su's father took a sip of the soup first, let out a satisfied sigh, and picked up a wonton with his chopsticks.

After the wonton is cooked, the skin shrinks, and the full filling can be faintly seen inside.At the first moment of the entrance, you can immediately feel the freshness and elasticity of the shrimp.Except for the whole shrimp, there is also the crispy taste of fungus and corn kernels, sweet and delicious, and you can feel the delicateness of the minced shrimp after chewing.

Su Guoan felt that he had never eaten such a delicious wonton in his life. The advantages of all the ingredients were brought out, blended together, and complemented each other, making it memorable.

After eating a large bowl of wontons, Su Guoan felt a little full, but looking at the fish cakes that were burnt on both sides, he suddenly felt that he could eat some more.

In the soup base, there was mustard powder that he added himself, which tasted crisp and crisp. Su Guoan ate fish cakes while drinking the soup, unknowingly, he emptied all the food.

After taking the last sip of soup, Su Guoan couldn't help hiccupping, feeling comfortable for a while.

He took the bowl to the kitchen, and only then did he remember to ask Su Qiao: "Why did you remember to make breakfast yourself today?"

Su Qiao is eating wontons.He didn't bother to bring the food to the table outside, so he ate it in the kitchen.When Su's father was talking, he was biting half of a shrimp, and his speech was vague, with a kind of childish cuteness: "Greedy."

Su Guoan reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Your skills are better than the chef hired at home."

Su Qiao just smiled, her eyes were crooked, and she was a little proud: "Of course."

Not long after, the hired chef went to work, and as soon as he entered the kitchen, he saw the father and son standing together.The young master was eating, and the employer was watching, his eyes full of kindness.

The chef was surprised: "Mr. Su got up so early? Can you make breakfast for the young master?"

He wasn't surprised that Su Guoan was cooking, he just thought that the host made something to eat on a whim.As for the official breakfast, he, the cook, will naturally be required to prepare it.

However, the chef immediately smelled a delicious aroma in the air, causing him to subconsciously look at the stove.

The old hen was still stewed in the casserole, and it hadn't been removed from the fire. The smell was too tempting, not like the craftsmanship of the employer.

The chef has worked in Su's family for many years, and he knows Su Guoan's cooking skills clearly.Much better than ordinary people, but definitely not as good as a professional chef.Cooking occasionally is more about expressing love for family members, so the taste is not so important.

But today this scent...

The experienced chef knows that the soup tastes good as soon as he smells it, and then he looked at the translucent soup in Su Qiao's bowl - he couldn't help smacking his lips, he couldn't move his eyes from looking at the casserole.

"The soup is made by Jiujiu." Su Guoan glanced at the chef and praised with a little show off. "The taste is very good."

chef:"……"

"Come on?" Su Guoan said. "It's just that there are not enough wontons, or you can use chicken soup to eat next noodles?"

Su Qiaolong made a total of more than 60 wontons, and the father and son ate a lot.The remaining ten or twenty are left to Su's mother.

The chef was going to say no.I went to the master's house to get a salary, and I came to cook for them, but instead of cooking, I also ate the food made by the master's house. How can there be such a cook?

But before speaking, the chef looked at the casserole again.

Driven by the high temperature, small bubbles pop out of the soup water on the edge of the pot lid. When they burst, the air is filled with fresh fragrance.

The chef remained silent, and quickly found the noodles.

If you are a cook or not, is chicken soup really worth it?

After eating a bowl of shredded chicken noodle soup, the chef narrowed his eyes enjoying it.He savored the delicious chicken soup, and wondered: "When did the little master's craftsmanship become so good?"

Su Qiao also cooked before, and when he helped Su Guoan, he cooked a dish.Although the taste is not bad, it is by no means like today. The stewed chicken soup is delicious and irresistible.

The chef considered that the chicken soup is not a complicated dish, but it is not easy to make it fragrant but not greasy.

Don't talk about the chef, even Su Qiao himself doesn't know about this question, he just handles the ingredients according to his own mind, and it's all based on his feeling.

During the days of being imprisoned and suffering from hunger, Su Qiao felt that it was a luxury to have a full meal.

The hungrier you are, the easier it is to crave food.

Su Qiao was so hungry that she was so painful and anxious that she was almost unconscious, Su Qiao could only use various imaginations to comfort herself.Just like watching food and broadcasts while losing weight, the spirit is satisfied, as if the body/body can also be shared.

I don't know if he has imagined it too many times, but Su Qiao now feels that cooking is not difficult for him.

Su Guoan didn't care so much, he was proud of his son's talent, and he smiled and said, "Jiujiu is so smart, what can't he do well?"

Like a blind father.

Su Qiao: "..." He scratched his nose a little embarrassedly.

After Su Qiao finished eating, Su's mother also got up and went downstairs.Now there is no need for Su Qiao to do anything, Su Guoan boiled wontons in chicken sauce for his wife, and carefully put her favorite coriander inside.

……

When Su Yu went to the dining room for breakfast, there were already no more wontons, and there was only a bottom of chicken soup left, not even enough for a bowl.He smelled the fragrance remaining in the air, and said with a smile: "What is so delicious today?"

Su Qiao glanced at him and said nothing.He hated Su Yu, and he didn't want to make something for this white-eyed wolf to eat, so he made wontons only for three people.

Su's father didn't know what his youngest son was thinking, so he said with a smile: "Jiujiu cooked wontons, you got up late, you have no luck. Check if there is any soup left in the pot, let the kitchen serve a bowl of noodles. Or eat something else It's okay, don't you like porridge?"

Su Yu's face froze when he heard this.He looked at the three people sitting on the sofa, his palms tightened, but then he smiled: "Forget it. I have to go to work, I'm in a hurry, and I probably won't have time to eat. It's not as leisurely as Jiujiu, I still have time to make breakfast for my parents. He is more caring and filial than me."

Su Qiao looked up at him slowly.

laugh.Su Qiao laughed inwardly.hypocritical.

But he didn't say anything, leaning his upper body on the armrest of the sofa, poking his head out to look at Su's mother: "I'll make sweet soup for my mother in the afternoon—"

Su Qiao looks childish and cute, with round eyes and a somewhat dependent expression.Seeing her youngest son like this, Su's mother was full of motherly love, and hearing the content of the words, she was even more delighted. She was dizzy, and while she reached out her hand to touch the soft black hair of her youngest son, she kept saying good-bye.

Su Yu stood aside, feeling an unspeakable suffocation.In the end, he reluctantly greeted Su's father and hurried out.

On the weekend, the four members of the Su family went to a business dinner according to the previous arrangement.

As soon as he entered the venue, Su Guoan greeted friends in various shopping malls.He distractedly looked around, and then said to Su Qiao: "Have you seen any of them over there? The tallest one is Luo Yunshen."

Su Qiao looked over and found out the one with the highest altitude among the men talking and laughing, and was a little unhappy immediately.

...which is too high.Su Qiao pouted.

He himself is only 1.7 meters four, so when he sees tall people, he subconsciously compares them, and then sulks at his height.

Luo Yunshen looked half a head taller than him, and would make himself short and stocky, like a small wax gourd.

No, maybe a small loofah.Winter melon is too fat.

Su Qiao thought wildly, her eyes did not move away from Luo Yunshen.

Luo Yunshen seemed to sense something, and suddenly turned his head.

The eyes of the two met, Luo Yun looked at Su Qiao silently for two seconds, and nodded to him coldly.