Chapter 37 Haijiao Tianya, call at any time

My grandmother said that my uncle was very stubborn when he was a child.After quarreling with my grandfather, I put my glasses in the glasses case, stuffed a few books into my schoolbag, and went out angrily, yelling at the door: I'm going to America right now!Never come back! Grandma said that at this time, she sighed and walked into the kitchen.Beat two eggs, fall on the flour in the bowl, add water, mix, add some salt, add some sugar.When the noodles, eggs, salt, and sugar are well blended, and the egg can flow, fall, and slide in the bowl like an egg, sprinkle a handful of green onions.Pour the oil in the pot, turn it around, and start a fire.Seeing that the onions have sunk into the noodles, pour the flour bowl into the pot in a circle, covering the bottom of the pot.After a while, one side was slightly browned, squeaked, and fragrant, so she turned the noodles over.When both sides were fried yellow and slightly black, sweet and burnt, she took the cake out of the pan and sprinkled a little more sugar.Sugar falls on the hot cake and it turns into a cloud of sweetness.At this time, my uncle must be standing by the door, scratching the corner of his mouth with his right index finger.My grandmother said: "Eat it."My uncle slipped in, took a bowl of noodles and a pair of chopsticks, and ate it.

My dad said that when I used to read in the room, it was like I had entered a snail shell, and I couldn't hear the voice calling me to eat.At this time, he sighed and walked into the kitchen.Pour oil into the pan, wait for the oil to heat up with your hips on your hips, lay an egg, wait with your hips on your hips, and watch the egg whites turn black and yellow, turn them over, put some soy sauce into the pan, a little Sugar and water, listening to the gurgling sound of poached eggs in soy sauce.When the aroma of soy sauce and sugar caught me to the door of the kitchen, he turned off the fire, put the poached egg and sauce in a bowl, put it on my hot white rice, and pointed: eat.

My mother said that my father used to be obsessed with mahjong.I went out at noon, and promised to come back to cook in the afternoon, but when it got dark, no one was there.My mother said that at this time, she sighed and walked into the kitchen.Boil a piece of Choshi water, wait for it to boil, pour half of it into a large jar, then put a bottle of rice wine in the jar, pour the other half with the peanuts she just caught, shake it, and pour the water out.Pour oil into cold pan, sprinkle peanuts, and set fire.The peanuts seemed to have entered a hot spring, and there was a hissing sound from their mouths.No matter, use a shovel to stir-fry, the peanuts are afraid of being hot, and start to crackle and hurt. My mother is very sympathetic, so she turns off the fire and continues to fry them with oil.When the peanuts made a squeaking sound, my mother invited them out and poured them into a bowl sprinkled with salt.He took the rice wine bottle out of the jar and opened the lid.The scent of rice wine and peanuts stirred in the air.At this time, my father must have started knocking on the door.

My father said that when my mother was pregnant with me, she had a bad temper and often thought he was lazy. When she got angry, she slammed the door and went to work the night shift in the factory.Whenever this happened, he sighed and went to the vegetable market to buy three silver carp heads - silver carp heads and chicken feet were still very cheap at that time.My dad went into the kitchen, cut each fish head in half, washed it, and removed the fishy smell.Put oil in the wok, a little rice wine, and fry.The fish head was afraid of pain, begging for mercy, and his face turned yellow, so my dad turned off the fire, changed to a large porcelain pot, poured the oil, wine, and fish head in the wok, added water, turned the fire to a low heat, and started to wait.The head of the fish was not vigilant and fell asleep in the warm soup.My dad is like a wizard, looking at the stars, counting the time, lifting the lid of the pot and seeing that the soup has become white and thick, and even a spoonful of it is covered with silk, so he chanted a mantra, chanting, "Well, well, well, coax, sprinkle green onions" leaf.With a whoosh, my mother appeared at the door.

My dad said that I used to stay in bed until noon on weekends.Can't wake up, can't hear.At this time, he sighed and walked into the kitchen.Add some water to the cold rice, add a piece of rice cake, and cook together; take a piece of tofu that sleeps as heavy as I do, add a few drops of sesame oil, a few drops of soy sauce, add a little salt, cut some chopped green onion, and pull the tofu with chopsticks. Just woke up, and it turned into a pile of cold, colorful and fragrant mixed tofu; take two slices of five-spice dried tofu, cut them into thin slices, throw them into boiling water and scald them, scoop them up before the dried tofu is painful, and pour three ingredients Oil, turn off the fire of cooking rice, and see that the rice grains and rice cakes are melting together.He said that by this time, I must be fully dressed and sitting at the table.

For two years I used to buy sausages, eggs, green beans, green peppers, edamame, and carrots whenever I was in a bad mood and felt like they were going to clump up in my temples and induce headaches.Put the oil in the pot again, put the green peppers in, stir-fry for a little flavor, and remove them; put five eggs into the green pepper oil, and watch them bubble; put in the oil again, put the cold rice in, and cut the rice with a shovel , Let the egg rolls wrap; pour the oil again, pour the cut sausage and carrots, plus the green beans and green peppers.At this time, my mother opened a window in the distance to remind me: Don't use so much oil!Divide the eggs into pieces!I ignored her and continued to fry.When the scrambled eggs are thick and fragrant, and they are about to burn, stop the heat and start the pot.Put the fried rice in a large pot and finish eating it in an hour. While wiping the oil from the mouth, boil water and make tea.After taking a sip of hot Pu'er and taking a full, oily belch, the bad mood drifts away.

My mother said that whenever she wanted me to go back to Wuxi, she would go to the vegetable market to buy a strong chicken with a fat head, wash it, and boil it in water.The chicken was very angry, vomited a lot of foam, and scratched.In order to convince the chicken, she added some ginger and wine, put down the lid of the pot and simmered slowly, and boiled out the oil that the chicken hadn't eaten, and the thick yellow floated into pieces.Take another pot, add some water, put pieces of pork belly in it, cook until the pork belly turns gray, remove the water, add soy sauce, sugar and rice wine, put down the lid of the pot and simmer over low heat, let the meat slowly simmer red.She continued to sweep the floor, tease the dog, and tidy up the sofa cushions by herself.

——She said, at this time, when I am in Shanghai or other streets at the ends of the earth, whether I am walking, sitting or standing, I will suddenly frown, raise my nose, look up for a long time, and then look at someone beside me Said: "I feel like my mother is stewing chicken soup and braised pork."