Chapter 420 Uncle Su

Chapter 420 Uncle Su

Chapter 420 Uncle Su

It was not yet dawn.

Wulong in the doghouse shook his tail twice and fell down again.

Aunt Zhang walked through the small door, saw the note in the kitchen, folded it and stuffed it into her apron, then took the silver and went to the market to buy vegetables.

The sky is purple and the roosters crow at the dawn.

stab.

The white thick soup was bubbling in the iron bucket, dried peppercorns were put into the oil pan, and shredded eels were stir-fried, and the spicy aroma filled the entire courtyard.

Fan Xinglai, who got up early in the morning to give Chishan a bath, rinsed off the dry grass in the stable, came over smelling the strong and spicy aroma, and leaned on the window with Wulong, drooling.

"Aunt Zhang, what do you want to eat?"

"noodle!"

"What noodles?"

"Sword fish noodles, eel noodles, and two side dishes: spring bamboo shoots and pickled mustard greens, green beans, pickled vegetables, and fried tofu."

Fan Xinglai heard his stomach growling.

When Liang Qu was not at home, the old monk mostly ate vegetarian food. Although he kept the food allowance, there was meat at every meal, but it was never as sumptuous as usual, and no pepper, star anise, cinnamon or other spices were added.

"What about the soup? Isn't it stewed with beef bones?"

"It's used for soup. The bones and meat are stewed together for Wulong to eat. Ah Xing, do you want one? I'll give you a piece."

After saying this, Aunt Zhang picked up a large piece of cow bone.

Wu Long's ears stood up and he turned to look at Fan Xinglai with a gloomy look.

Fan Xinglai laughed twice and said, "Forget it, forget it. Wu Long himself is not enough."

In the courtyard.

The Liangqu River dances with waves, sharp light flows, and the style is smooth and freehand.

I fall asleep at midnight and get up at dawn when I hear the rooster crow. I feel refreshed and energetic, not feeling tired at all. A nap at home washes away the travels of several days, but I am still hungry.

I haven't eaten since I ate at a restaurant on the road yesterday at noon. When I smelled the aroma of peppercorns, my appetite was whetted.

Putting down the Fu Bo in his hand, Liang Qu wiped the sweat off his forehead, put on his clothes and went to the kitchen to ask when dinner would be served.

"Boss!" Aunt Zhang saw Liang Qu and hurriedly explained, "I told you I can do it alone, but your uncle insisted on coming to help, and I couldn't stop him."

"Uncle?"

Liang Qu was stunned, and then he saw Su Guishan, who was helping to add firewood to the stove, with a strange look on his face.

Su Guishan broke off some thin wood and stuffed it into the stove, enjoying it: "I'm just sitting around doing nothing, so I can't eat white rice, right?"

Aunt Zhang interrupted: "Uncle, you are joking, how can it be white rice..."

Liang Qu was silent.

Su Guishan faked his death and hid in his own home. Only Xu Yuelong and a few other high-ranking officials should have known about it, but it was impossible for him not to show up. After all, there were three outsiders in the house, Fan Xinglai, Aunt Zhang, and Aunt Li. So this is how he addressed them to outsiders?

Forget it.

Liang Qu thought about it and decided not to care.

Anyway, when Su Guishan was 29 years old, he had an epiphany after watching the battle between Qianshun and the navy, and he worked hard to become a stronger country. Now, the country has been established for more than 60 years, if not 100, at least 80 years old, so it is not a loss to call him uncle.

"When will it be better?"

"After frying this pot of yellow eel, it will be ready soon."

"to make."

Liang Qu saw that the basin was full of half-cooked eels, but he did not leave. He sat at the table and waited. He had left a letter last night just for this delicious bite.

After all the dishes were served, Aunt Zhang used a colander to blanch the noodles and spread them out in a large bowl.

Put shredded ginger in a large bowl first, then roll the fried crispy yellow eel into strips, scoop a spoonful of hot broth to soften it, add the noodles, and finally top with a layer of knife fish or eel shreds and sprinkle with chopped green onions.

Fan Xing came over to bring the bowl, and Wu Long ran to call the old monk. Everyone was there, and the noodles were ready.

The old monk picked up the bowl first and started eating noodles with chopsticks.

Su Guishan took out a pair of chopsticks and moved them twice. He had never seen noodles of such thickness. If we say thin noodles, they were thinner than ordinary noodles, but if we say dragon beard noodles, they were thicker.

When you first take a bite, the taste is a bit peculiar, springy and breaks when you bite it, which is quite strange. But after you get used to it, it has a unique flavor, refreshing and clean.

Especially the fried eels at the bottom, with bones and blood removed, as thick as fingers, and shredded ginger to remove the fishy smell, soaked until crispy and soft, soaking up the soup. When you take a bite, you can taste the heat, fresh from beginning to end.

No wonder it has to be eaten while being boiled. Su Guishan has eaten a lot of good food. The taste of this kind of noodles will be completely different if left for a little longer. It is this refreshing feeling that makes the noodles great.

I finished a whole bowl of it in one go, and my stomach felt warm and comfortable, and all the pores in my body relaxed.

Su Guishan looked at Aunt Zhang and said, "Is this method of cooking thin noodles and vegetables unique to Huainan? How come I have never seen it before?"

Aunt Zhang smiled and said, "My boss taught me all this. I haven't finished it yet. Normally, the soup should be prepared at night and stewed for three or four hours. My boss came back in a hurry last night, and I was late when I bought the bones. I only stewed it for an hour and a half. Please bear with me, uncle."

Su Guishan turned back in surprise: "Did you teach me?"

"I don't have any hobbies on weekdays, so I figured out what I like to eat. I eat seasonal food, and knife fish and spring bamboo shoots are on the market. Yellow eel is a little short, but the summer heat is coming soon, so I thought of treating you, so I made a noodle breakfast."

The Western Army pioneered the area and introduced many foreign varieties, and Dashun cuisine entered a period of rapid development and prosperity.

Liang Qu was standing on the shoulders of giants, and would come up with an idea from time to time for Aunt Zhang to put into practice.

After two years, he had enough spices and ingredients, and his skills were no less than those of ordinary restaurant chefs. Not only that, he had more recipes than ordinary restaurant chefs.

For this reason, Liang Qu specially raised the wages. It started at 800 wen per month, and later, after someone inquired about it, it increased to 1,500 wen per month. Now it is 220.30 wen per month. As a woman, she is definitely a high-income earner.

"Very good!"

Faced with the delicious food, Su Guishan stopped talking and started to eat with his chopsticks.

A quarter of an hour.

Try all three kinds of toppings at Su Guishan: knife fish, eel, and spring bamboo shoots and pickled mustard greens.

I ate more than ten bowls of noodles and soup. A layer of hot sweat appeared on my forehead, and I came to a conclusion.

Spring bamboo shoots are refreshing, knife fish is delicious, and eel is satisfying!

A whole fat eel was found at the bottom of the bowl. After a few bites, it was half crispy and half soft. The rich flavor of the broth squeezed out between the crispy skin and mixed with the chewy eel meat. It was the most satisfying!
Aunt Zhang was stunned.

It’s normal for the boss to eat a lot. How can an old man with gray beard, a well-known martial artist, eat so much?
But when she thought that the master with an older face was not bad either, Aunt Zhang got used to it.

There was a pile of empty bowls, Su Guishan's face was flushed and he exhaled a breath of hot air.

It makes him feel comfortable.

"It's great! I've been eating delicious food for decades. Not to mention the precious fish and meat, there are few ordinary breakfasts that can give me such a fresh feeling! You know how to eat! The chef in my house is not as good as you."

Including the pond, the small courtyard is only four acres in size, less than one-tenth of the Huaiyin Su Mansion. There is nothing new about it. I never expected such an unexpected surprise. And from what Liang Qu said, it is obvious that there are many recipes.

Su Guishan took out a handkerchief and wiped away the sweat. Feeling happy, he pulled out a small dark green wooden box from his waist and gently placed it on the table.

"Uncle, this..."

Liang Qu recognized that this kind of treasure box was usually used to store precious plants.

"You have also cultivated the Golden Body, right? I heard from the old monk that it is best to have a precious plant with similar appearance but different attributes to assist in the cultivation of the Golden Body.

When I came here, I picked some from the mansion and found a water fire vine. It was too late yesterday, so I didn't give it to you. It's just right to give it to you today as a meeting gift and also as rent."

The old monk put his chopsticks together and placed them flat on the bowl: "This is a good ingredient."

The implication is that it can be accepted.

Liang Qu was very happy.

He heard from Fat Catfish last night that the old toad claimed to be the owner of the pond and accepted a gift from Su Guishan, a top-quality lotus flower, and was thinking of how to find a reason to trick it back, but he didn't expect that he would also have a share.

It’s not unfair for my uncle to recognize me!

(End of this chapter)