In order to make this bowl of scallion oil noodle soup delicious, Xu Zhuo deliberately rode back.

I took some hand-rolled noodles from the store, and the lard that Jianguo was idle and had nothing to boil.

That's right, lard.

If you want the scallion oil noodle soup to be delicious, boiled cooked lard is indispensable.

In addition, Xu Zhuo also took two purple-skinned onions and a handful of chives.

Purple-skinned onions have a stronger flavor as opposed to white-skinned onions.

The fried scallion oil is also more fragrant.

This scallion oil is not only suitable for scallion oil noodle soup, but also can be used to make the most famous scallion oil noodles in old Shanghai.

Returning to Sun Lisong's house again, Yu Keke had already helped Sun Lisong to sit on the recliner under the tree and chat.

The two of them can be regarded as fellow villagers, and Yu Keke's lively and cute energy makes Sun Lisong laugh all the time.

When he came to the kitchen, Xu Zhuo boiled water in a soup pot and prepared to cook noodles.

Turn on another stove, add a wok, and pour all the lard into it.

Taking advantage of the lard melting, Xu Zhuo cleaned the onions and chives and changed the knife to the plate.

Once the oil is hot, turn on low heat and pour the onion and chives into the pan and bring to a boil.

Boil onion oil without adding any spices.

There are some delicacies at station B, and the UP master likes to put star anise and bay leaves in it.

This is not right.

Because no matter what spices are added, the fragrance of green onions will be suppressed.

So the authentic way is to add nothing and boil pure green onions.

And you can't cover the pot when boiling.

Some people want to save trouble, thinking that the pot will boil faster.

This is profoundly wrong.

Because when you cover the pot, the water vapor in the green onion cannot be dissipated.

It will form a rotten smell of raw shallots.

Only open the pot and simmer slowly over low heat.

The scallion oil is the most fragrant and the taste is the purest.

As the oil temperature rises, the aroma of scallion oil slowly comes out.

"Ah, that's so much, has Grandpa Sun finished eating?"

Yu Keke came in with two apples to wash, and was a little curious when she saw the half pot of scallion oil in the pot.

"I definitely won't be able to finish it today, so I'm going to boil it for him and put it in the refrigerator, and when I want to eat it in the future, I can use a spoon to dig out some mixed noodles, which is very convenient. ”

Yu Keke nodded as if she didn't understand, washed the apple and jumped out.

This little girl is a pistachio.

I don't know what I'm talking to Sun Lisong, but I amused the old man very happily, and his hearty laughter came from time to time.

This laughter made Xu Zhuo feel a little nostalgic.

Older people want to be accompanied by their children.

But Sun Lisong doesn't seem to have any descendants.

From the first time Xu Zhuo followed the old man to buy pickles, he was alone.

He has neither children nor a wife.

It's so lonely, it's really pitiful to look at.

When the green onions in the pot turn browned, the scallion oil is ready.

Xu Zhuo carefully poured the scallion oil into the basin, and after it cooled for a while, it could be placed in the refrigerator.

In the future, you can dig it out and mix noodles at any time to eat.

It's simple and convenient.

After the water in the soup pot boiled, Xu Zhuo did not immediately cook the noodles, but first used the boiling water in the pot to prepare the soup.

Scoop a few tablespoons of scallion oil into a bowl, pour in a little soy sauce, a little sugar, and a little salt.

Rinse in boiling water and stir thoroughly.

Then Xu Zhuocai threw the hand-rolled noodles into the pot and began to cook.

Taking advantage of this, Xu Zhuo cut a little chopped chives again.

The real Yangchun noodles are made of dragon beard noodles, and cold water must be poured into the pot immediately after boiling, so that the cooked noodles will have a strong texture.

But today, Xu Zhuo used hand-rolled noodles, although he had cut them as fine as possible, but it still couldn't be compared with dragon whisker noodles.

Naturally, you don't have to do the step of ordering water.

After boiling for two minutes, Xu Zhuo took out the noodles and put them into the freshly brewed noodle soup.

A bowl of noodle soup with scallion oil that is not very authentic is ready.

It's not that the taste is bad, it's mainly that the noodles are a bit nondescript.

Of course, none of that matters.

The important thing is whether Sun Lisong can be satisfied.

The task punishment of the system has already vaguely pointed out Sun Lisong's fate.

He was lonely and in poor health.

Naturally, some bad thoughts arise.

Alas!

Hopefully, this bowl of noodles will bring back some memories of his early years.

Maybe he could change his mind.

Looking at the two chatting enthusiastically under the tree, Xu Zhuo was really glad to have brought Yu Keke here.

Otherwise, let him, a big man, tell jokes to Sun Lisong and coax him to eat apples.

That's embarrassing to death.

Coming out with a bowl of noodles, Xu Zhuo put it in front of Sun Lisong.

"Grandpa Sun, I wish you a happy birthday, this is the scallion oil noodle soup you want to eat, how about tasting it?"

Sun Lisong squinted his eyes and picked up the chopsticks with a smile.

I'm not afraid of being hot, so I pick up a chopstick and put the noodles in my mouth.

"Oh...... Delicious and delicious...... It's delicious...... The scallion oil is so delicious......"

While Sun Lisong was eating, he talked to Xu Zhuo about the past.

"When I used to live in Yangzhou, every time I had my birthday, my wife would make me a bowl of scallion oil noodle soup. ”

"She doesn't know how to cook, she's clumsy, and she doesn't know how to fish out the noodles when they're almost mushy. ”

"At that time, the family was so poor, and it was a waste of food for her to cook like this, and we quarreled a lot about it. ”

But every time it was my birthday, she couldn't help but cook noodles for me, and she said that only by eating noodles on my birthday would she live a long life. ”

"Ho ......"

"I was a hundred years old, but she didn't want to drag me down because of her illness, so she committed suicide by throwing herself into the river while I was sleeping, leaving me alone until now. ”

"Since then, I have left Yangzhou City, come to your north, and have never returned. ”

As he spoke, Sun Lisong's tears fell.

Now, Xu Zhuo finally understood.

Why is Sun Lisong always alone.

He is quite rich, and the pickles he makes are very popular, not to mention that this small courtyard alone is worth a lot of money.

If he wanted to live comfortably, he could have hired a few nannies, or simply found another wife.

As a result, he didn't, and just lived alone.

I really didn't expect him to have such a past.

Presumably he has a very deep relationship with his wife.

Xu Zhuo sighed, not knowing what to say.

Yu Keke's eyes were red, and he really had no resistance to this kind of tear-jerking plot.

She took Sun Lisong's hand and asked, "Grandpa Sun, what is your wife's name?" I want to write your story, it's so touching......

Sun Lisong wiped away his tears and smiled bitterly.

"Her name is Yu Peiqiu, she is very good-looking, and she is the first beauty in Yangzhou City. ”

When Yu Keke heard this, he said with some surprise: "Eh, what a coincidence, she also has the surname Yu, and she has the same surname as me." Yu Peiqiu...... This name is very similar to my grandfather's name. ”

Sun Lisong was stunned for a moment: "What's your grandfather's name?"

"Yu Peiyong. ”

Sun Lisong stood up suddenly and looked at Yu Keke blankly.

"Your grandfather is Yu Peiyong on the first floor of Yangzhou?"

"Yes, but now the first floor is my dad's, and it may be passed on to me in the future......"

"Grandpa Sun, you won't be a relative of our family, will you?"