While they were busy, a deflated man in a striped short-sleeved shirt and gray pants walked up to her coal stove and asked uncertainly, "Hyemin?"

As soon as Lin Huimin looked at this person, he let go of the shovel and smashed it into the pot.

Everyone was attracted by this "bang", and through the smell of chicken soup wafting out of the pot, Tang Qian saw that her mother's eyes quickly turned red.

Her mother trembled for a long time and didn't speak, so Tang Qian had to ask the deflated man: "Hello uncle, may I ask who you are?"

Lin Huimin came to his senses at this time, wiped the corners of his eyes and said, "Coriander, call uncle." ”

Tang Qian opened his mouth and didn't call out, but quietly looked at the person in front of him - triangular eyes, collapsed nose, deflated mouth, and a specially calculated villain atmosphere between his eyebrows.

It is said that the face after the age of thirty is determined by the heart, this person makes Tang Qian disgusted at a glance, this kind of bad temperament is expressed in the face, and he is not a good person when he looks at it.

Tang Qian didn't call anyone, and her mother didn't say anything about her, usually if she was so rude, her mother would definitely have to say a few words to her, but her mother didn't say half a sentence to her, which explains the problem.

The deflated man waved his hand, walked to the pot where the chicken soup was being heated, and sniffed hard, feeling the aroma of the chicken soup go down his nose into his throat and then to the tip of his tongue.

Tang Qian didn't say hello, he took a plastic lunch box very familiarly, and also took a spoon, squatted next to it with the seductive fragrance, opened the big pot with chicken soup, and filled himself with a full lunch box of soup!

As soon as the soup was served, he drank the soup in a slippery manner, and when the guests saw that it was a relative, they did not look at the excitement anymore.

Lin Huimin pulled Tang Qian and said, "You don't care about him, he will leave naturally when he is full." ”

Tang Qian glanced at the man up and down, and asked her mother suspiciously, "Is this person really my uncle?"

Lin Huimin knew what her daughter was thinking as soon as she heard it: "It's really your uncle, but our family has a bad relationship with him, and we haven't been in touch with him all these years." She patted the back of her daughter's hand and said, "He doesn't look like your father." ”

This Tang Qian knows that she has photos of her father when he was young.

Tang Qian continued to go back to fry eggs, but her uncle didn't leave after drinking the soup, and kept squatting beside her.

Tang Qian secretly paid attention to her uncle, there were fish scales on the side of his pants, and there was a fishy smell on his body, he must be doing work related to seafood.

Lin Huimin has been frying sugar color, except for being a little excited when he saw him at the beginning, he never said anything to him.

The eggs are decreasing one by one, the chicken soup is gradually bottoming out, and the soup coriander welcomes the first guest of last night, the little girl with a dirty face.

The little girl took five yuan this time, and looked up at the side of the car, but her eyes were unusually bright: "Sister, I have five yuan this time, can you fry two rice noodles for me? It's okay if one is less, I'll eat it with my father." ”

Tang Qian originally had two servings of rice noodles left, which she kept for her mother and herself to eat supper, but now looking at the little girl's begging eyes, her heart softened, and she gave the little girl two portions of rice noodles with squid and lean meat.

The little girl took the rice noodles, happily put down the money and ran away as fast as she could.

The deflated man watched from the side, and said lukewarmly: "This character is quite similar to Tang Weipeng." ”

Lin Huimin, who was silent, suddenly said sharply: "Have you eaten enough?

It was the first time for Tang Qian to see her mother's tough style, and she was stunned.

The deflated man was not angry, and stood up slowly: "Won't I finish delivering the goods to others, let's go!"

So under Lin Huimin's forced gaze, the deflated man really walked slowly, and he didn't take a few steps and turned back: "I said that everyone is a good relative, I see that you also have seafood, or I will provide you with a supply of goods in the future?" ”

Lin Huimin looked at the deflated man sincerely and said, "Get out!"

Tang Weipeng is Tang Qian's father.

Tang Qian only knows a little about him from the students who come to her house every festival every year.

These students were all taught by him back then, and it is said that he sponsored the tuition fees of several students, and he was very good to the students, and these students were also worried about it, and even though they were not in this room, they still came to see Tang Qian and her mother every year.

Despite this, Tang Qian still felt that her father must be a negative man, otherwise his daughter would not have graduated from high school, and he would not even have a shadow.

was so disturbed by her uncle, her mother seemed to be in a bad mood, and she didn't say a word until the stall closed that night.

After returning home, her mother also took a hasty bath and went to bed, as if she knew that Tang Qian had something to ask, and she also made up her mind not to let her know, so she lay down in bed like a stuffy gourd.

Tang Qian didn't rush to ask, anyway, if her mother really wanted to say it, she would definitely not hide it from her.

She knows that her mother also needs time to adjust her mood.

Early the next morning, Tang Qian disappeared from her mother, who was usually used to going out to buy groceries at this time.

She hurriedly opened the "recipe" and bought the ingredients from the "recipe" to set up a stall in the evening.

Then I bought eggs, lean meat, and sea bass from the "recipe".

This sea bass was included in the "recipe" when her uncle brought it to her house yesterday.

She came to Zhuang Shize's house as promised, put the sea bass in a pot and raised it, and then cooked a big pot of porridge.

Mr. Lin is old, his teeth are not good, and he can't eat hard things.

She washes the rice and puts it in the pot, watches the time, shreds the lean meat before the porridge rolls, adds peanut oil and salt, and adds a few drops of soy sauce, and mixes evenly.

After a while, the porridge was rolling, and she came out with a small pot, about the size of two people.

The porridge in the small pot continued to cook, and she also filled more rice soup, which was twice as much as rice.

She took out another perch, stunned, washed, and descaled.

Then she quickly sliced the fish with a knife, sliced the ginger, and spread the fish on top of the ginger.

At the other end, the porridge in the small pot had begun to bubble, and the aroma of rice rose.

Zhuang Shize just got up and smelled the moist rice fragrance, he felt a strange silence for no reason, and the smell of squatting on the edge of the pit to watch his grandfather cook rice when he was a child hit his heart again.

He went downstairs with the aroma, and when he saw the girl busy in front of the stove, his heart softened again, and he relaxed his steps.

A strand of hair hung down her cheek, and he involuntarily walked over and gently pinned it behind her ear.

The porridge in the pot has boiled, and the rice grains have blossomed.

Neither of them expected this, and they both froze suddenly, and Tang Qian's face quickly turned red.

Zhuang Shize also withdrew his hand stiffly, and said something that he wanted to bite off his tongue: "Don't put your hair in the porridge, no, it's unhygienic." ”

At that time, he couldn't wait to slap his two big mouths!

Makes you mouth more!

Tang Qian was also not possessed, so he responded softly: "Well, I'll pay attention." ”

Then she quickly put down the sashimi, lean meat, and quickly stirred it in the porridge with two chopsticks, and then the rice soup added the aroma of the meat, as well as the flavor of the fish fillet.

Then she put down her chopsticks and cut the green onion into chopped green onions, the porridge in the pot bubbled, and the rice soup was gradually absorbed by the rice grains.

She turned off the heat, sprinkled green onions, shook the spoon gently, and divided the porridge in the small pot into two bowls.

She took two eggs from another bowl and knocked one into each bowl.

Mr. Lin's voice came down from upstairs: "It's so fragrant! Isn't it boiling fish fillet porridge? This tastes fresh...... Hey, I said, Ozawa, what are you doing at the top of the stairs, aren't you hungry? You've been down for a while, haven't you?"

The young man glanced at his grandfather lonely, and then lowered his head silently: "Hungry, hungry and dizzy." ”

Dizzy, said the wrong thing.

Mr. Lin didn't know that his grandson was a little careful, so he raised his feet and went to the kitchen, and when he saw the two large bowls of porridge, his eyes lit up.

Tang Qian brought another bowl to the staircase and handed it to Zhuang Shize: "Eat it quickly, the eggs will be punctured while they are hot, otherwise the porridge will be cold, the eggs will not melt, and there will be an egg smell." ”

Zhuang Shize looked at the girl's ruddy face and was speechless for a while.

Tang Qian stuffed the bowl into his hand: "Just now, thank you for helping me cut my hair, I'm leaving!"

Mr. Lin still doesn't remember whether he drank the porridge in one gulp, or poured down half a bowl of porridge at once.

He only remembered that the eggs he poked melted into the porridge, forming strips of pale gold and pure white egg shreds, so that the fragrance of the porridge contained a faint egg fragrance.

The lean meat slices are crispy and tough, and after chewing, the aroma of the meat spreads in the throat, and then I drink the rice soup full of egg fragrance, and I feel that my stomach is solid after an empty night.

The sea bass was not cooked in the porridge for too long, but there was no fishy smell, and the freshness that emanated from the inside out made him feel that these few pieces of fish were really too few! The tender fish meat did not have a single bone, the meat was smooth but not greasy, fragrant and sweet, and penetrated into every corner of the mouth.

The softly boiled rice grains completely absorb the aromas of lean meat, eggs and sea bass, and melt in the mouth, and all the flavors merge into another aroma.

The ingredients are simple, but the porridge is sweet to the heart, Mr. Lin is holding the bowl, and his eyes are hot.

Zhuang Shize held the porridge and felt the temperature of the bowl that had just been held by Tang Qian.

He was reluctant to drink it immediately, and after poking the eggs and stirring them evenly, he went back to the room, turned on the computer, and opened "Lingzhen Online" as usual.

Today's forum seems to be very crowded, early in the morning, one of the posts has been pinned into a hot post, this phenomenon is rare.

Generally, there are only a lot of people in the water post.,Everyone is here to earn points.,There are many people in this post.,It's possible that the supermarket sends limited coupons.。

He took a sip of the porridge, felt the umami of the sea bass echo in his mouth, and clicked on the post.

The title of the post is-"Life is just a chopstick fried rice noodles".

At the beginning of the post is a big close-up of Tang Qian, in the night, under the street lamp, the firelight reflects her side face, white smoke, and her eyelashes seem to be hung with a thin mist, which reminds him of the strand of hair hanging down her cheek just now.

The sweet porridge was slowly swallowed, and he felt his heart be hot, as if something was about to break through the ground.

This post has only been posted for half an hour, and the number of hits has exceeded 10,000, and there are more than a dozen pages of replies.

Most of the people haven't eaten it, and they are shouting that the girl in the photo is so beautiful, and the stall is so distinctive.

A small part of what I have eaten is reminiscing about the taste.

"The rice noodles are slippery, and the squid is springy! Don't say it, I'm hungry!"

"Fried eggs are delicious! That crispy, the skin is crispy and tender when you bite into it, and it's fragrant!"

"The fried eggs are super delicious! With the sweet and sour sauce, you won't feel tired of eating it on a hot day!"

"Where, where? I'm going to see the girl!

"At the end of Gluttonous Street, the stall with the most people at the end of the street is the one with the most people. ”

Seeing the latter comment, Zhuang Shize's face suddenly turned cold.

Is it at the end of Gluttonous Street......