Chapter 86 poached eggs

Painting watercolors and sketching in the field, when the painting is finished, the setting sun is slanting over, and the comprehensive breath of various plants is in the nostrils, and the body and mind are relaxed.Carrying painting tools, I slowly moved towards the village where my study is located.I suddenly felt thirsty, and the bottle of tea I brought had already been finished, and the surroundings were full of green fields, so I couldn't buy a drink for a while.Suddenly, I saw a small brick house on the side of a large lotus root field 100 meters away, with white smoke escaping from the chimney on the top of the slope, so I turned there.In the hut was a 50-year-old lotus root farmer. When he asked him for water, he smiled and said, "Don't talk about water, you can also eat food!" I chatted with him while drinking the hot tea he handed me.He came from the south and contracted the 100-acre wetland in Shunyi District, Beijing.He said that he had never thought that there was such a land in the north that was suitable for growing lotus root. He not only planted lotus root, but also wild bamboo. He dug them out in late summer and early autumn, and the wholesalers in the city transported them away with big trucks, which was very economical.I showed him the painting in the clip, and he said, "Lotus and lotus leaves are actually not as good-looking as lotus root!" He said and held up a five-section fat lotus root with tender buds for me to admire.When I went, he had already cooked rice on the stove and was ready to eat. The big bowl of white rice was covered with stir-fried lotus root and wild rice. It smelled so gluttonous!He asked me if I want a bowl?I said buy a bowl.He said that it’s not for sale, you can eat it if you believe it, and I said I want to eat it, so he scooped me a bowl and went to the pan to fry poached eggs.I said that I can't eat that much, this dish is already delicious, why bother with fried eggs?He said that he was tired of eating lotus root and wild rice stem, but he could never get tired of eating poached eggs. If you don’t come, I will still fry them.He put the fried egg on my bowl of rice covered with vegetables, it was really like a purse, it was hot and creaking, and the egg yolk wrapped in the white was beating slightly, as if he put his own I put a hospitable heart in my purse and dedicated it to me.

Eggs are a global food, and people eat fried eggs everywhere, but the title of poached eggs seems to be only found in China.When visiting abroad, I had a typical Western-style breakfast. A fried egg was served, the white was spread out, and the yolk was exposed as if it hadn’t been burned.There are great differences in diets in different parts of China, but poached eggs seem to be from east to west, from north to south, and they all really rely on the poached eggs from the image.I remember when I watched my mother fry eggs when I was a child, I always used a spatula to gently roll the solidified egg whites in the middle and wrap the egg yolks.Later, when I got married and started a business, I also handled it like this when frying eggs.Poached eggs seem to be the steadiest of home foods that never seem to be on restaurant menus.I remember the first time I left home to study at school. Before I left, my mother put a hot poached egg on my noodles with mustard mustard and shredded pork. When I bit into the "pouch" formed by the egg white, the yolk inside just came out. But it is tender and not hard, and the taste is really wonderful!I still remember the first time I returned from a visit abroad, my wife also fried poached eggs for me to eat. Her final shape was not the "diamond-shaped purse" like my mother's, but the "half-moon-shaped purse".The variety of poached bags in traditional folk culture has subtly infiltrated into the stereotypes of ordinary Chinese fried poached eggs. After eating the delicious poached eggs, the feeling of returning home is so strong that the eyes are hot.Once in a foreign restaurant, I insisted on ordering poached eggs that were not on the menu. The service attitude was very good and they brought them to me, but I was shocked when I saw them.You can’t blame others, the poached egg was originally a product of small pots and stoves at home. It is full of warm family affection in the well-off life in the peaceful years, which is the so-called official love, business love, rivers and lakes, and even today’s fashionable Internet love and dew love. They are absolutely incomparable.

Brother Ou Nong told me that his son was admitted to a university in the province last year, and he came here to help him make mud during the summer vacation. He also often fried poached eggs for his son, and his son said that the poached eggs were really delicious.He chuckled: "After all, college students don't shy away from anything. The fragrance should make people more lively. Why is your mouth so dead!" I said, "When your son becomes a Ph. While buying a villa, bring your wife from your hometown, you live in a small building, and ride around in a small car, then it will be hard work!" He raised his brows: "Bitter? It was hard before the reform and opening up, how can you be willing to fry it in oil?" Egg! Now I really don’t feel bitter at all! The building at home is not as impressive as the building here, and there are six or seven rooms up and down, which is enough! My wife stays at home and plants fruit trees; I go back in winter and come over in spring. It’s so fun to grow these things! Do what you like to do, live the life you like, and fry your favorite poached eggs. I feel like a living god! My son has helped him on the road, and he will become what you say in the future I don’t want to be in his favor, if he knows what I like in my heart, it’s true filial piety!”

I came out from the hut of the Ou Nong brothers, digested the delicious poached egg topped rice, and strolled in the fields. The evening breeze caressed my whole body and mind, eliciting endless insights from me.Mo Dao, a lotus root farmer, is inconspicuous, but his words are thought-provoking.It is rare to be happy when a well-off life is better than a rich family.At the end of the green field in the west, the sunset is covered by the sunset, just like a poached egg that is enough for the people of the world to share. How many people in the bustling world can cherish the awe of the ordinary and the attachment to the pure love?