The queen of heaven sang a song "I Do", which has a lyric called: Missing is a very mysterious thing, like a shadow, silent and restless haunting in the bottom of my heart.

In fact, cooking is also a very mysterious thing, at least Zhou An thinks so.

Some people have been cooking for a lifetime and still have a hard time to swallow, but some people are young and make delicious dishes, and the seasonings they use may be similar.

When Zhou An was very young, he began to learn to cook, and the children of poor families were already in charge!

The first time he cooked, he was 8 years old that year, his father and the contractor went to the construction site in the city to dig earth, it was winter, not to mention how hard his father lived for more than a month, in fact, that winter, when his father was not at home, Zhou An and his mother also had a very difficult time.

Because during that time, his mother had tracheitis, coughed very badly, her body was very weak, she couldn't stand on the ground, and she couldn't touch cold water to wash and cook, Zhou An's grandparents died early, he hadn't seen them since he was a child, his grandfather died early, and his grandmother was far away, and Zhou An's mother was the oldest at home, and her grandmother was already old, gray-haired, and she couldn't take care of their mother and son.

There is no one to take care of them, but the mother and son still have to eat and drink!

There was no way, Zhou An's mother leaned on the head of the bed, and taught Zhou An how to cook and how to cook.

His mother asked him to bring a plastic ruler to school, and told him how much rice should be submerged in the water used to cook rice......

Yes, Zhou An just started to learn to cook, and his mother was afraid that he would not be able to stir-fry and be scalded by hot oil, so she taught him to boil everything in water, Chinese cabbage in water, and potatoes in water.

At that time, his mother said to him with a smile: "You can cook the vegetables, remember to put salt and monosodium glutamate, just eat it, and don't care about whether it tastes good or not!"

As for expecting the second aunt next door to cook more food for their mother and son to eat?

Impossible!

Sun Rong's parents are both old teachers in Zhuyuan Primary School, Zhou Taiqing and Sun Rong work in Zhuyuan Primary School every day, except for breakfast, they all eat at Sun Rong's parents, counting on Sun Rong to take care of Zhou An's mother and son?

Sun Rong, who has been pampered since childhood, is unwilling.

Later, when he grew up, Zhou An learned to be a chef, and it was because he felt that he had been cooking since he was a child and had a foundation in cooking, so he learned to be a chef.

After more than ten years of chef career, the dishes he made naturally became more and more delicious, and fried yellow eel happened to be his specialty dish.

After the old ginger, garlic, onion, and dried chili peppers were stir-fried in the oil pot, he poured the washed and cut eel into the pot and stir-fried, and while frying, he shouted to Zhou Jian: "Big fire, big fire! The bigger the fire, the better!"

"Big brother, the fire is too big, it won't be old, can't you bite it?"

Zhou Jian has also learned to cook in recent years, and at this time, he cooperated with the fire in the stove in his hands, but his mouth expressed worry.

"If you can't bite it, you can eat less!"

Zhou An scolded him casually, and the stir-frying action in his hand was not slow at all.

Within a few clicks, the yellow eel in the pot burst out with a rich aroma, and Zhou Jian watched from the corner of the stove and stopped talking.

After stir-frying for a while, the eel segment in the pot began to roll up root by root, and the skin surface began to change color, Zhou An casually grabbed the soy sauce on the stove and poured some into it, while stir-frying, he grabbed the rice wine bottle again, and along the edge of the pot, he slipped and poured a circle, puffing up a circle of wine mist, and the aroma.

Putting down the rice wine bottle, grabbing the old vinegar bottle again, pouring some less along the edge of the pot, adding a few seasonings, the aroma wafting out of the pot immediately became different.

It is no longer just a simple aroma of ginger, garlic, chili, onion and yellow eel, the intensity and level of the aroma have been greatly improved.

Zhou Jian's eyes blinked, he didn't have this level of cooking in the past few years.

Unconsciously looked at Zhou An's face frequently, and the look of surprise was obvious.

After stir-frying for a while, Zhou An picked up the water scoop, scooped out a small half scoop of hot water from the iron can on the stove, and poured it down all around the bottom of the pot, just submerging all the eel segments in the pot in the water.

Then start seasoning, salt, chicken essence, sugar, cooked lard...... The little spoon pulled it in spoonful by spoon, and when he covered the wooden pot lid, he said to Zhou Jian: "Change the heat to low!

Zhou Jian immediately went to make the fire in the stove smaller, and said, "Big brother, who did you learn this craft from?

Zhou An was tidying up the stovetop that had just been messed up by cooking vegetables, and at the same time casually said: "Talent! Do you understand talent?"

"Ahh

Zhou Jian was not fooled and lame.

Zhou An laughed.

……

It is well known how smart a dog's nose is.

During the ten minutes that the yellow eel was simmering in the pot, at the kitchen door of Zhou An's house, more and more earth dogs were attracted by the aroma, first one, then two, three......

Don't ask why there are so many dogs in Zhoujia Village!

There are domesticated and abandoned stray dogs.

There is no yard in front of Zhou An's house, these dogs smell the aroma, naturally one by one, they also know the rules, do not step into the kitchen threshold of Zhou An's house, one by one they are crowded outside the kitchen door, stretching out the dog's head and looking at the earthen stove inside, the mouth is slightly open, the long tongue is stretched, and the hara is dripping down, licking the mouth from time to time.

Next door, Zhou Yang, who was studying English for the first year of high school in the room, was also hooked by the aroma wafting from the window, and his Adam's apple moved straight, and he didn't have the heart to read at all.

Zhou Taiqing, who was sitting in the hall and smoking a cigarette, also felt a little unable to sit still.

Sun Rong was cooking in the kitchen, and as a family of intellectuals, their family had learned the healthy diet of city people early on—drinking porridge and eating coarse grains every night.

The porridge was already boiling in the pot, and the coarse grains were a few cornmeal steamed buns that I bought in the town after work this afternoon.

Sun Rong was mixing cucumbers in her hands, and there were some pickles in the small bowl next to her.

Eat well in the morning, eat enough at noon, and eat less at night! This is the eating habit pursued by their family.

Originally, it was nothing, but suddenly Zhou Taiqing strode to the door of the kitchen and shouted to her: "Cucumber pickles! Cucumber pickles! You know how to make cucumber pickles every day! Lao Tzu is about to eat cucumber pickles! Can't you change something else? Do you smell what people burn at night? Can you die if you have a serious dinner occasionally?

Outside, Zhou Taiqing rarely explodes foul language, but at home, he occasionally takes off his disguise outside, scolds the next door or something, and blurts out.

Since he was a child, he also grew up in the countryside, and he grew up in the countryside, who wouldn't break a few foul words?

Sun Rong, who was mixing cucumbers, was scolded inexplicably, turned back in amazement, sniffed her nose, and finally scolded back suddenly, not angry: "You just want to eat the yellow snake, don't you? If you want to eat it, you can go to the next door to eat! Isn't that your eldest brother's house? Isn't it your nephew who caught the yellow snake? Why? Your nephew said that he didn't give you the yellow snake, and if you didn't eat it, he would lose his temper? Eat you paralyzed! I think my mother doesn't want to eat cucumber pickles every day, right? Then don't eat it!"

The scolding became angry, Sun Rong suddenly broke out, slammed the chopsticks mixed with cucumbers on the stove, turned around and untied the apron around his waist, and strode out of the kitchen.

Is this a picker who doesn't cook anymore?

Zhou Taiqing stood at the door of the kitchen, his face was blue and white for a while, and he was also angry.