The fish soup was stewed, and Su Zi tasted it and put his mind at ease.

The soup lacks a bit of salt, but it is original and delicious, with a rich fish soup flavor.

"Mixed with chili peppers, it should be enough. ”

Su Zifang put out a bowl and began to fry the fish-flavored shredded pork.

Heat the pan, pour the oil, green onions, ginger and garlic, dried chili peppers, and dried peppercorns in a boiling pot, and remove all the seasonings after frying the fragrance, leaving only the bottom oil.

Pour in two spoonfuls of Z County bean paste and fry it into red oil, add the tenderloin strips that have been marinated with salt, cooking wine, and corn starch just now, and fry until it changes color.

The shredded lettuce, shredded carrots and shredded fungus have been treated with flying water, and seeing that the shredded meat is ripe, Su Zifang poured in the vegetables together, stir-fried a few times, and then poured the fish soup along the edge of the pot.

Wait until the fish in the pot is fragrant and the soup is basically dry, and then add rice vinegar, sugar, light soy sauce, and cornstarch to add a layer of glass to the whole dish.

Fish-flavored shredded pork, it's done!

The faint smell of fish shrouded the plate, and Su Zifang felt that this dish was fine.

When it was out, the lean man was sitting playing with his phone.

Smelling the smell, he raised his head and looked at Su Zifang fixedly, to be exact, the plate in Su Zifang's hand.

"Taste it?" Suzi put down the plate and put another bowl of rice on the table.

After all, it is the cub named by the system to take care of, and it doesn't hurt to send a piece of rice to build a good relationship.

"Thank you. The lean man nodded, looking at the fish-flavored shredded meat in front of him and didn't move his chopsticks.

"Isn't it to taste? There are no materials, the processing method is different, and the taste may indeed be a little different from the one at home. ”

"No, it's just that I haven't encountered this smell for too long, and I miss it. Thank you, boss!" thanked the lean man again.

"Hmm...... You're welcome, I'm supposed to do it. ”

Seeing that it was not his own cooking that caused the diners not to eat, Su Zifang was no longer entangled and turned to do his own thing.

The lean young man rubbed for a long time, and picked up the first chopsticks: "It looks like the taste of fish-flavored shredded meat made by my mother!"

Another chopstick: "But there are some things that don't look like it, the fish smell is too strong." ”

"But it's delicious, and I haven't eaten my mother's food yet, so I want to eat it." ”

The lean man's name is Meng Xiang, a very ordinary but philosophical name, very similar to the expectations that his parents wanted to pin on him when he was named, to realize his dream.

It's a pity that I don't know if it's because of the flag that is good, Meng Xiang feels that he has never realized his dream in his life.

When he was studying, he was obviously well prepared, but he always couldn't learn.

When reciting, he was obviously well prepared, but he got stuck the moment he stood up.

During the exam, he was obviously well prepared, but he couldn't even answer the basic questions.

Sometimes, he is also really envious of Mingming.

Why is there such a child from other people's families, who can learn everything and know everything.

"Mom, do you think I'm too stupid to do anything?"

Young Meng Xiang asked his mother this several times, but he got the same answer.

"How could it be? Our Xiao Meng wants to just haven't found the direction he is best at, so he hasn't exerted his full strength yet. ”

"It's like cooking, different dishes taste different in different places. Life is the same, and everyone's achievements in different industries are different. ”

It seems that my mother was still cooking when she said this. Deliberately removed a jar from the windowsill.

"My mother used to work as a hairdresser, a salesman, and a cook, but she didn't do well. Now I just want to be a good mother, and seeing that Xiao Meng wants to grow up, my mother is relieved. ”

"Then do you think mom did a good job?"

"Good!"

"So don't care what others say, maybe you'll soon find the direction you're good at. ”

"Meng Xiang, my mother has taken you to eat a lot of fish-flavored shredded pork before, and you said that you like your mother's cooking the most, and you also said that the taste is different, maybe you can get a job with this in the future?"

"Actually, my mother's cooking skills may not be as good as those restaurant chefs, and my mother just insists on making one dish all the time. ”

"When you were a child, you were picky about everything, but this fish-flavored shredded pork could eat a big bowl of rice every time. ”

"Mom knows you like it, so she keeps making it for you. ”

"Look at my mother's can of pickled fish chili, it was my mother's master who taught my mother to make it, he said that to make fish-flavored shredded pork, you must use pickled fish chili to make fish flavor, otherwise, what is the difference between it and Disanxian?"

"Nowadays, many restaurants are too troublesome to make this kind of seasoning, and directly use dried peppers to make fish-flavored shredded pork. ”

"If they knew that their mother was doing this now, they might laugh at their mother for being old-fashioned, not knowing how to change, and working hard. ”

But they didn't think about what they were cooking for in the first place. ”

"Is it cost and effort?"

"Mom doesn't read much, there is no big reason to talk about, I just hope that you can do your duty, insist on living, dreams, it's good to have, if not, you have always been your mother's Meng Xiang." ”

Meng Xiang nodded as if he didn't understand.

Stretch out your chopsticks.

The fish-flavored shredded pork is so delicious!

But maybe it was his mother's words that played a role, and Meng Xiang began to think about what his real dream was.

"To be a policeman, to be a scientist, to be a soldier?" these seem to be the ignorant consciousness that only came when I was a child.

He likes music, but he never plays the right key.

He likes to draw, but what he paints is always a bit abstract.

It wasn't until he graduated from college that he changed jobs.

From insurance sales to channel expansion, from market operations to graphic design...... He didn't find anything he loved.

"Maybe I'm really useless?" Meng Xiang would also doubt himself, but he never mentioned the current situation when he called.

"Meng Xiang, do you still have money? If you don't have money, tell your mother, don't wronged yourself outside. ”

"Aren't you going home for the Chinese New Year? It's been a few years of overtime, doesn't your boss take a holiday?"

"Are you out of money? When you run out of money, tell your mother. ”

"Look at Kari, my mother just transferred you two thousand yuan, go eat better, don't go hungry. ”

......

In the chat log, my mother is always asking if she has any money.

However, even with his credit card bill in his hand, he didn't dare to tell the person on the other end of the phone that he wasn't doing well.

The wanderer has never been a wanderer who only reports good news, and the white-haired man in the sad family.

He also thought about giving up, but when he thought of his mother's fish-flavored shredded pork and the can of pickled fish and chili peppers that would never change, he would be full of fighting spirit again.

After all, he is not struggling alone, but has support from his mother.

In this way, after several years of wandering, he finally settled down and became an incense maker, earning a good salary, but never returning to his hometown.

Sometimes he also wonders if he would be happier if he went back and was as safe and secure as his mother.

It's a pity that now he can only eat the fish-flavored shredded meat in front of him and miss the taste of his mother.

I really want to, Mom.