Crunch, crunch.

Grandpa chewed the refreshing shredded potatoes and nodded again and again, so that Chen Mo's heart hanging in the air could finally fall.

"Mo'er, your shredded potatoes are very good, the shredded peppers and shredded potatoes are evenly cut, the heat is just right, and the mouth still maintains a crisp taste when you eat it, it's very good, no wonder you dare to take the spoon." ”

Hearing his grandfather's praise, Chen Moke was overjoyed.

For Chen Mo, this is the best compliment, and even happier than winning the Youth Cup.

"Grandpa, grandma, try this dish. Chen Mo hurriedly pointed to the steaming mapo tofu.

This is authentic mapo tofu from 150 years ago, and with fresh side dishes just picked from the ground, Chen Mo is very confident.

Sure enough, when he saw his grandfather's surprised expression, the corners of Chen Mo's mouth were about to grin under his ears.

"Mo'er, you have really improved a lot, this mapo tofu is quite authentic, even better than your grandmother's. Grandpa said with heartfelt admiration.

Grandmother?

Chen Mo couldn't help but feel a little strange.

In fact, Chen Mo has the impression that he has not met his grandfather and grandmother a few times, only that they live outside the province, as if they are in Sichuan, but listening to his grandfather's tone, his grandmother seems to be able to cook vegetables, and the cooking is not bad.

Grandpa took a few pieces of mapo tofu, tasted it carefully, and said affirmatively: "Well, it is indeed better than your grandmother's performance, if you can learn Sichuan cuisine with your grandmother, I think you will definitely be able to become a master of Sichuan cuisine." ”

Now even Sichuan cuisine has come out, and he is still a master.

Chen Mo couldn't help but ask, "Grandpa, how do you know that my grandmother can make this mapo tofu, and she can also cook other Sichuan dishes?"

Grandpa immediately nodded and replied: "I have tasted your grandmother's craftsmanship, so I naturally know that she can make it, and her Sichuan cuisine is very famous in Chengdu, Sichuan. ”

Grandpa's words made Chen Mo can't help but recall the past.

I remember that when I was very young, Chen Mo once went back to Chengdu, Sichuan with his mother, but after a closed meal, Chen Mo's mother later cried and took Chen Mo on the train back to Jinling.

Because he was very sad to see his mother crying that time, Chen Mo made up his mind that he would never return to Chengdu again, and he didn't want to be close to his grandparents.

Therefore, from childhood to adulthood, Chen Mo remembered that the number of times he met his grandparents could be counted with one palm.

"Forget it, the store has been quite busy lately, so I'd better start my own business first. Chen Mo said sullenly.

Hearing Chen Mo say this, grandpa diverted the topic.

"Grandma, let's try this Peking duck, it must be great to eat it on rolls. After Grandpa finished speaking, he picked out a lotus leaf cake from the plate.

The lotus leaf cake was crystal clear, which made Grandpa a little surprised.

Facing the lotus leaf cake to the sun outside the window, the sunlight seems to be able to penetrate the pancake.

Grandpa picked out a few shredded cucumbers and green onions from the plate, put them on top of the golden duck meat, brushed with some sweet paste, and rolled up the lotus leaf cake along the edge of the cake.

"Give. ”

Grandma smiled and took the duck meat roll rolled by her grandfather and bit off the small half in one bite.

"It's delicious, it's delicious. Grandma smiled and said to grandpa while eating, "You can also roll a piece and taste it." ”

"Hey. After Grandpa agreed, he picked up another piece of bread and rolled it up.

Chen Mo: "..."

......

The last thing to taste is the egg fried rice made by Chen Mo.

Grandpa held this plate of Bodhi Jade Zhai in his hand and couldn't take his eyes off it.

After a while, he spoke: "I just realized that this egg fried rice smells of a strong egg fragrance, but it is completely crystal white, which is incredible." ”

Chen Mo whispered: "Grandpa, this egg fried rice is called Bodhi Yuzhai." ”

To Chen Mo's surprise, Grandpa just nodded and replied, "I know, I just didn't expect that my grandson's craftsmanship has reached this level. ”

Scoop up a spoonful of sparkling egg fried rice and put it in your mouth.

The aroma of rice and eggs immediately filled his mouth, and for a while, his mouth, nose, and throat were full of the aroma of egg fried rice, but this fragrance was not overbearing at all, but it was very gentle to wash his taste buds.

This is not a domineering violation, but a gentle tease.

If it is said to be conquered, then the first thing is this Bodhi Jade Zhai.

......

Usually a lunch takes 20 minutes, but today's lunch took an hour.

This time, it was Chen Mo's grandfather and grandmother's turn to burp.

The food on the table was empty.

"Oops, it's been a long time since I've eaten so full. Grandpa patted his slightly bulging belly.

Grandma also chimed in: "Yes, who told us Mo'er's craftsmanship is too good, with this craftsmanship, there is absolutely no problem in opening a store in the city." ”

"Hey, hey, hey. Chen Mo just smiled stupidly.

After the meal, Chen Mo washed the dishes and chopsticks, and then sat in the courtyard with his grandfather to rest and chat.

Grandpa's smoking has quit, but at this moment, he took some melon seeds and snorted them with Chen Mo.

Grandma used her old-fashioned sewing machine to sit on the windowsill to help others sew clothes and subsidize the family, occasionally stopping to smile and look at the grandparents outside the window.

Chen Mo washed a big apple, and when he bit into it, the apple juice splashed out directly from the flesh.

The crisp and sweet big apple, the one that eats is called a cool!

"Mo'er, do you know them?" Grandpa swallowed a melon seed and pointed to a field in front of the courtyard.

"Of course I do. Chen Mo smiled, "When I was a child, I often liked to play in the fields, catch grasshoppers, catch knowledge, and sometimes steal cucumbers and tomatoes to eat. ”

Chen Mo seems to have returned to his childhood.

At that time, a group of children who didn't know the taste of sorrow were playing and playing in this vast field.

"Mo'er, do you really know them?" Grandpa repeated.

Hearing that there seemed to be a deep meaning in his grandfather's words, Chen Mo looked at the fields outside the yard again, and said very seriously: "There are cucumbers planted over there, tomatoes in front, green peppers on the right, and potatoes a little further on. ”

Grandpa swallowed another melon seed and made a "clucking" sound.

"Cucumbers, green peppers, potatoes... These ingredients are all present in our meals today. After a pause, Grandpa continued, "Today's meal was very delicious, but can you remember the cucumbers, green peppers, and potatoes?"

Chen Mo was a little stunned, lowered his head and carefully recalled his grandfather's words.

"When people are old, they tend to be sleepy when they are full, so I will sleep for a while. After Grandpa finished speaking, he put the chair down, and the seat instantly turned into a recliner.

He put his straw hat over his face and soon began to snore slightly.

Chen Mo didn't feel the slightest sleepiness, but his grandfather's words just now seemed to be full of deep meaning, which made Chen Mo fall into thought like a god.