After lunch, Lin Huimin hurriedly cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks: "Coriander, mom is in a hurry to open the shop, if you feel bored, watch TV for a while." ”

Tang Qian snatched the dishes and chopsticks: "I'll clean it up here, you can go to the shop." ”

Lin Huimin was not surprised by her daughter's behavior, and went out with a smile: "If your heat lasts for three minutes, then I can wake up with a smile in my dreams." ”

Every once in a while, my daughter will find out her conscience and do housework or something for her.

Whenever this time she went by her daughter, anyway, the child couldn't hold on for a long time.

The excitement in her heart fermented instantly, and she walked around the room, always feeling like she wanted to pack up something.

She couldn't watch the TV, and spent hours mopping the house inside and out three times, wiping the windows and tables, and washing all the cups.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, the soup coriander that had been exhausted of spiritual chicken blood finally stopped.

She washed a stain on her hand, and her uninhibited and thoughtful mind came up with an idea—she had just seen half a knife of pork belly in the cupboard, presumably kept by her mother to make her dinner.

Garlic sprouts are returned to the pot meat, and the garlic fragrance is integrated into the five layers of fat and thin meat, which is an absolute rice killer!

She decided to make a dish out of that piece of pork belly and bring dinner to her mother!

She shook her hand to dry it, but found that the stain had not been washed at all, and it was still a black patch.

She raised her right hand to look at the sunlight, and noticed that there was a black spot on the tip of her right thumb, which was very regular. When she looked at it a little more, Tang Qian's eyes widened in surprise - the black spot was only half the size of the fingernail of the tail finger, and it was shaped like an open book!

She inexplicably remembered her family heirloom recipe, although she gave the recipe to Zhao Yixun when she first got married, but she really remembered the dark blue cover of the line-bound recipe.

But the cover of that recipe was written, and the black spot was obviously just a black patch, nothing.

Tang Qian sighed and thought to himself, probably I really regretted that I gave the recipe to Zhao Yixun.

It also reminded her that this cookbook should be locked in the cabinet by her mother, and she had to find it.

She lifted her foot and walked into the back room, her thumb suddenly warming.

As soon as she raised her hand, her eyes went dark, and when her eyesight regained her eyesight, there was actually her family recipe suspended in front of her - the dark blue cover, and in the middle was written "Tang Zujing" in three large characters in Lishu style!

The book was the size of an ordinary door, translucent, and Tang Qian, who had not seen much, was frightened by this fantasy scene.

Immediately after, the book opened on its own, and when Tang Qian reached out to touch it, a few lines appeared on the blank page above-

Boiled shrimp - 20 yuan

Fried peanuts - 5 yuan

The reward currency is the soft sister coin, which is rewarded with a total of 25 yuan this time, which has been put into the host's trouser pocket.

Tang Qian felt like a rain of missiles in his head, his eyes were staring at this enlarged version of the "recipe", and his hands reached into his trouser pockets to dig.

Not to mention, she really took out 25 yuan, no more, no less!

Tang Qian's voice trembled: "There is also a soft girl coin award for cooking...... I...... I'm going to cook all the meat and vegetables I have in my house!"

What a soft girl coin!

Before she could finish digesting the "reward", the "recipe" suddenly flashed like a TV camera, and lines of words began to type on the blank paper again-

List of ingredients: ginger, garlic, chives, raw salt, light soy sauce, dark soy sauce, chili, Jiwei shrimp, peanuts, pork belly

Because this recipe that almost scared Tang Qian was too much like a floating screen, Tang Qian couldn't help but reach out and order it.

She happened to click on the "pork belly", and sure enough, another picture popped up again-

Ordinary pork belly: 10 soup coins per catty

Pork belly with moderate fat and lean taste and excellent taste: 50 soup coins per catty

The fat and thinness are perfect, the meat is solid, the skin is soft, the head is fragrant, the head knife is tender, and the five flowers are tender: 100 soup coins / catty

The circulating virtual currency of the "Tang Zu Sutra" is "soup coin"

1 yuan soft sister coin = 100 soup coins

"I'll rub it, this is the longer the name, the more expensive it is, right?!" Tang Qian suddenly became uncalm, and quickly converted, "In this way, that tender pork belly is only a dollar and a catty, this is not scientific!"

The screen didn't seem to mean to answer her, Tang Qian pointed to the screen and the 25 yuan in surprise: "But it's even more unscientific that this money goes directly into my pocket!"

The screen flickered faintly, as if I didn't want to explain too much to this second goods.

Tang Qian held the mentality that the dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, stretched out his index finger, and clicked on the option of tender pork belly.

A box pops up for her to select the quantity, and below it is the OK or Cancel button.

She chose a pound and confirmed.

A few more lines popped up on the screen—

"Perfect fat and thinness, solid meat, soft skin, ten miles of fragrant head knife tender five flowers" has been put into the host's used plate, please pay attention to check.

100 soup coins have been deducted from the host, that is, one yuan soft sister coin.

In the blink of an eye, the twenty-five pieces in Tang Qian's hand became two ten-piece pieces and four pieces.

Tang Qian ran to the kitchen to take a look, there was an extra plate next to the cutting board, and there was an extra piece of bright color on the plate, and there was a faint fragrance of pork belly.

Tang Qian also found that this "recipe" would follow her, and it would always stubbornly cross her eyes.

She was wondering how to put it away, and the recipe flashed away very intelligently.

She tried to open and close it a few times and then mastered the method - as soon as she thought about the cover of her family heirloom "Tang Zu Jing", the recipe would open, and as soon as she thought about closing it, the recipe would disappear automatically.

On one occasion, before the recipe disappeared, a line of words was typed - using the recipe to perceive the ingredients, and the ingredients could be included in the "Tang Zu Jing".

Soon Tang Qian understood, as long as she pressed her imprinted thumb on the ingredients, the corresponding ingredient names would appear in the list of ingredients in the "Tang Zu Jing"!

This means that she only needs to touch any ingredient with her hands, and she can eat a long, delicious and cheap meat dish in the recipe!

She was so excited by the ability that fell from the sky that she picked up the tender pork belly and put it on the cutting board, intending to scrape the skin and then start the fire to deal with the fur of the pigskin.

As a result, she found that the pork skin was smooth and smooth, and there was no hair at all.

Tang Qian was so happy that he held the tender pork belly and screamed at the cutting board for a while, quickly washed it, and then cut the tender pork belly into small pieces half a finger width and slice thin.

Her mother's shop is a small fried shop, and she always has all kinds of ingredients at home, so she quickly prepares all the ingredients, pours cold water into the pot, adds some cooking wine, and puts meat.

She turned up the heat to medium, then took out the garlic seedlings from the cupboard, removed the roots, and smashed them, and the aroma of raw garlic suddenly rushed up, and the saliva of Tang Qian began to seep out of her mouth.

When the pork was boiled just when it was broken, she removed the foam and fished it out, and poured the broth into a small pot.

Then wash the pot, put oil to remove the smell of iron, pour off the oil, stir-fry the meat, the tender red meat quickly turns white in the hot pot, the unique meat is fragrant and not choking, you get into the nose of the soup coriander, she seems to have eaten the fragrant fried meat, she subconsciously swallowed her saliva.

It seems that this most expensive tender pork belly is really not blown!

Spray cooking wine, stir-fry, she moved her wrist to the side of the shovel, poured down the adjusted raw soy sauce, stir-fried, added ginger and garlic, and then fried the garlic sprouts until the garlic was fragrant, dialed back the pork belly, stir-fried well, and sprinkled a little sugar to enhance the freshness.

The whole kitchen is filled with a unique aroma of pork belly, where garlic and meat blend together to create a unique taste of meat that you can't help but chew on and feel the richness of the meat with your teeth.

Tang Qian couldn't wait to clip a small piece into his mouth, the fat and lean meat complemented each other, the fat meat was sucked off by the lean meat, greasy and firm chewy, and the lean meat was moistened by the fat meat to bring out the meat fragrance.

"Too!good!eat!!" the wordless soup coriander chewed the meat with tears in her eyes, and ate several slices in a row.

She thought that this plate of meat had to be left for her mother's dinner, so she endured not eating much, and quickly cooked a cabbage soup with the broth just now.

The broth retains the aroma of pork belly, which removes the green flavor of the Chinese cabbage.

When Tang Qian's neighbor Sixth Aunt smelled the smell of meat and walked out of the house, Tang Qian was rummaging through boxes and cabinets at home looking for lunch boxes and vegetables.

The sixth aunt stood at the door of her house, sniffing hard, and her incomparably wise eyes washed by the years aimed at the kitchen of Tang Qian's house.

Not far from the sixth aunt's house is a mud and sand pond, where her grandson is digging a pit to trick his friends into stretching his legs.

The little friend was suddenly swallowed by an aggressive meat fragrance, and he was so excited that he shook his legs, and the grandson of the sixth aunt suddenly ate a mouthful of sand.

"It's so fragrant!" the little friend's eyes rolled around, looking for the source of the fragrance.

The sixth aunt and grandson splashed the mud and sand angrily, spit out the sand in her mouth and raised it to the mouth of her little friend: "You feel fragrant, you eat...... Uh-huh...... I seem to smell the braised pork!"

A few little girls who had played with the house next to them were waving plastic mini spatulas and blushing as they debated "who cooked the mud and sand rice that tasted better", when suddenly there was silence, and everyone was swallowing.

A chubby girl rubbed her round belly: "I'm hungry ......"

Immediately afterwards, with Tang Qian's house as the center of the circle, the sound of the door opening and closing came from the teacher's dormitory within a radius of three rooms.

Tang Qian was still rummaging through the cabinet where the dishes were placed, when he heard a few hurried knocks outside the door, accompanied by a somewhat eager cry-

"Hyemin, Hyemin, are you at home?"

She wondered in her heart, at this point in time, everyone is basically cooking at home, who will visit the door?

Tang Qian opened the door with the idea that the other party was here to borrow soy sauce, and as soon as he pulled it open, he was so frightened that he took a big step back-

The scene of men, women and children gathering together is a bit spectacular, and she trembled her heart and thought, this requires a small vat of soy sauce to divide it, right?!

Unlike Tang Qian's unreliable borrowing soy sauce, the wise sixth aunt got straight to the point and asked with a smile, "Is your mother cooking?"

As soon as the sixth aunt's voice fell, she immediately felt the eager gaze of the crowd.

Tang Qiancheng responded weakly in fear: "My mother opened the shop when it was more than one o'clock, you are ......"

She still remembered that Aunt Sixth was a very smart little old lady, probably bored, and she pitied their mother and daughter, and always introduced her mother to someone every once in a while.

She still remembers the picture of the sixth aunt persuading her mother bitterly, and her eyes rolled, this time it shouldn't be to mobilize the masses to persuade her mother to come, right?

Tang Qian glanced at the round-eyed little girl holding a plastic liquefied gas canister toy, and laughed like a grandson: "I will persuade my mother to go tonight......!"

Before Tang Qian began to swear poisonously, Aunt Six took her hand in surprise: "Coriander, are you cooking?"

Tang Qian instantly felt the eyes of the crowd become more eager, and she nodded in disbelief: "Yes...... Yes. ”

The sixth aunt used the strength of our army's victorious handshake to express her joy to Tang Qian: "It's fragrant! It's so fragrant! Is it fried meat with garlic?"

Tang Qian didn't have time to respond, and the little fat girl said in a milky voice: "Braised pig's feet." ”

A little boy's voice interjected strongly: "This is not the taste of braised pig's feet!"

"Silly boy, there must be garlic sprouts, the smell of garlic hooks my saliva out!"

"I'm so hungry, I want meat!"

When a plate of meat was swept away by the wind, Tang Qian's heart was broken.

She looked at the children licking their lips with satisfaction, and the teachers who were still chewing the meat with their eyes closed and shaking their heads, and thought to herself, "I shouldn't have said that "there is a lot of meat, everyone should try it"!

She shouldn't believe their "I'll taste a piece"!

There are also a few little kids who are yelling "Mommy said you can't eat other people's things" while stuffing meat into their mouths.

Baby, wipe the oil from your mouth and go back to your mother!

Tang Qian looked at the empty plate with a smile, now it's okay, there is no need to look for the lunch box - they didn't even have any soup left for her!

Tang Qian was washing the dishes, and a few children went and returned.

"Sister Coriander, this is the chicken leg that my mother asked me to send. ”

"Sister Coriander, my grandmother's stuffed tofu is delicious, you can taste this small plate. ”

"Sister coriander, the sweet and sour fish made by my grandfather, this piece is not a little prickly!"

......

Tang Qian looked at the table full of dishes, most of which were served on small plates, but this portion was their sincerity.

She was very angry with red eyes, in her previous life, she didn't communicate much with her neighbors, and she had been bored to study, and then she left Lingzhen after her mother died, but she didn't expect the neighbors to be so cute!

Waiting for the love, she finally gave her knees to the ten miles of fragrant and tender five flowers, and decided to make a garlic sprout back to the pot meat.

But this time she didn't dare to buy it from the recipe again, but directly used the piece of meat left by her mother.

She went to her mother's store with her lunch box, and before she could get closer, she heard an argument.

A loud noise howled angrily: "Lin Huimin! Why don't you be diligent and fast! Don't you just clean up the matter? ! It's also hypocritical! You mean that I'm lazy and irresponsible, right?"

Another weak voice sounded: "Sister Li, I didn't mean that...... Isn't this a shared shop......"

"Yo!" the loud noiser cried out, "I remember it now! I share a shop with you! I rent it in the morning and noon! You rent it for supper at night! I cook small wontons, small noodles, and clear soup, how much oil can there be in the pot! I haven't said anything about the big fish and meat you cooked, and you have sued first! What do you mean by letting me clean up and then hand it over?! What do you mean? I mean I don't wash it!"

"I really didn't mean that, it's just a ...... shared by everyone"

"I can't look past you like this, what are you pretending to be wronged and pitiful! Everyone look at it! This is a bowl of wonton noodles that I just cooked, look at how clear this soup is! How much oil can this have?! Believe it or not, I went into the kitchen and took out the pot just now for everyone to see! Is it reasonable to say that I don't clean up?!"

Tang Qian struggled to shake away the enthusiastic crowd of onlookers, and saw her mother sitting on a chair with an embarrassed face, next to a woman with a bucket waist waving her thick arms jumping up and down violently, and a female monkey croaking wildly.

Most of the onlookers were purely watching the excitement, and when the female monkey said this, everyone's eyes looking at Lin Huimin were full of irrelevant condemnation - the things you cook taste big, and the taste in the pot is also certain!

Tang Qian was so angry that she didn't fight, and first called "Mom".

Everyone was attracted by the crisp sound, and then they saw a beautiful girl walk in.

Tang Qian glanced at the female monkey coldly, glanced at the group of people in front of her, and slowly spoke: "This aunt is deliberately shifting the focus. ”