Entering the store, Wu Yujun's eyes turned straight and looked around, and his eyes also changed from disdain when he first entered the door to complicated, obviously out of his original expectations. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mo Fei didn't break it, smiled and gave up a seat for the brother and sister, and then went to the kitchen to make tea.

In between Mo Fei's tea, Ge Liang stood and sat on the side, looking a little embarrassed and restrained, which was completely different from his usual style.

The tea was brought up, and Wu Xiujun said: "It's not easy to find you here, Yujun and I turned around several times to find it." How did you choose such a remote place? ”

"Fortunately, all the customers who came were regulars. Murphy replied, "Why did you come here so late?"

Wu Xiujun nodded, "I've eaten it." ”

At the same time, Wu Yujun shook his head, "I didn't eat it." ”

"Did you eat it or didn't you eat it?" asked Murphy with a smile.

Wu Xiujun's face was slightly red, "I have no appetite today, I can't eat anything, and I have nothing to do in the hotel, at my sister's suggestion, come and have a look at your store." ”

Wu Yujun pursed his mouth and said: "Obviously you want to come, but I'm embarrassed to open my mouth, hum, if you don't eat, I'll be hungry!"

Her delicate appearance is cute and innocent, obviously angry, but her eyes are shining, like two black gems shining brightly.

"Ahem......" At this time, Ge Liang next to him coughed twice.

Mo Fei had already seen Ge Liang's abnormality, and wondered when this merry young man had become so restrained in front of girls, so he pulled him over, "Let me introduce you to you, this is a good brother of mine, named Ge Liang, if you want to go somewhere to play, you can find him." ”

Ge Liang finally caught up and hurriedly said: "Yes, no one in Canghai City is more familiar than me, I can be a tour guide and driver." ”

"Really?" Wu Yujun no longer pursued his brother's fault, and asked with round eyes: "Can you play with the boat to the sea?"

"Of course, you can also catch fish and crabs, and eat them directly on the boat. Ge Liang replied.

"Great! Can you go tomorrow?" Wu Yujun jumped for joy.

Ge Liang was about to answer, "No problem", but Wu Xiujun frowned slightly and shouted: "Yujun, what's the fuss, is there still a little girl?"

Wu Yujun pursed his lips and said angrily: "Hmph, you care about me everything, you don't care if I'm dying of hunger." ”

"You ......" Wu Xiujun rolled her eyes helplessly.

Mo Fei smiled, poured two cups of tea to himself, and handed them to Wu Xiujun, "Take a sip of tea to moisten your throat first, you guys are too late, I'm sold out here, if you are willing to wait for a while, I'll make a bowl of porridge for you to eat." ”

Wu Yujun asked with a bitter face: "Mr. Mo, is there only porridge?"

"No, there's a good porridge to go with. With that, Mo Fei walked into the kitchen, scooped up two handfuls of japonica rice and began to cook, the stove licked the bottom of the pot, and soon the sweetness of rice came out of the house.

Wu Yujun ignored his brother, turned his back angrily with the teacup, and took a sip of tea.

"Good tea!"

Because of the habit of drinking afternoon tea at home, she is very familiar with tea, basically the top tea can be drunk, but the tea just drunk does not belong to the category of top tea, gently, lightly, with a long aftertaste, both the green taste of tea, and the sweet aftertaste, very small and fresh feeling.

She looked at the tea carefully, and saw that the small cup was a ball of turquoise, which was very beautiful, and her face was reflected in the light. She turned around, and the unhappiness on her face had long since disappeared, "Brother, take a sip of tea, it's delicious." ”

For his sister's fickleness, he has long been accustomed to it, so he took a small sip of the teacup, sure enough, although the tea fragrance is light, but the tea seems to contain magical magic, and he feels comfortable all over the body after drinking it, every pore is light and fluttering, and the whole person is relaxed.

Seeing Mo Fei coming out of the kitchen, Wu Yujun hurriedly asked, "Mr. Mo, what kind of tea is this?"

Mo Fei held two small saucers in his hand and said, "Qingxin tea." ”

"Where is the tea made?" she asked.

"I made it myself, picking the pointed lotus horns that have just come out of the water, and stir-frying them together with chrysanthemums and cloud tea leaves in proportion, and brewing water with this kind of tea. ”

Wu Xiujun sighed in his heart: "This Mo Fei, if he doesn't become a chef, he will definitely have a good business if he opens a teahouse." ”

By this time, Murphy had placed two small plates on the table. The three of them had already seen that each of the small brown dishes contained a small piece of bean curd with a few drops of sesame oil on it. The fermented bean curd is slightly yellow and exudes a strong flavor that belongs to it.

This set of combination of fermented bean curd and clear porridge is the system that has just rewarded Murphy. Porridge and bean curd can be described as a perfect match, one light and one salty, just like one article and one martial arts, breakfast and dinner can be eaten together, the taste is endless.

"Bean curd?!" Wu Yujun covered his nose and said, "Mr. Mo, this is what you said about good porridge? ”

"You're used to eating those stinky cheeses. Wu Xiujun said angrily.

"Cheese is different, they're delicious!" Wu retorted.

"The bean curd tastes good, too!"

……

The two were still arguing with each other, and Mo Fei and Ge Liang came out with a bowl of hot white rice porridge.

"It's so fast!" Wu Xiujun thought to himself, the porridge was cooked in just over ten minutes, can it bring out the taste of the porridge. Having been a chef for a long time, he knows that the more ordinary the food, the harder it is to achieve the extreme.

There is no food more simple and ordinary than a bowl of porridge, and his master once told him that in fact, the more ordinary and simple food is, the more it can return to its original nature, and the more it can represent the true meaning of food.

To put it bluntly, the simpler the food, the purer it is.

This is why many super chefs, even in international cooking competitions, tend to compete with home-cooked dishes or the simplest porridge on the table of ordinary people, and they deserve it.

Wu Xiujun knows that it is not so simple to make a bowl of white porridge, from the selection of rice, treatment to water quality, heat, and final stirring, there are strict requirements, only in this way can a bowl of high-quality white porridge be boiled, and only then can it be regarded as the most considerate explanation for the stomach.

However, Mo Fei's bowl of porridge is made too fast, can it make the taste of real white porridge?

Puzzled, he carefully observed the white porridge in the bowl. The porridge soup had taken on a pale green color, and the rice grains were faintly visible during the period, and he stirred it gently, feeling that the viscosity was just right.

Then he scooped out a spoonful and blew it into his mouth. The entrance is extremely silky, with the fragrance of cereals and a hint of sweetness, flowing down the throat and reaching the stomach, and the person seems to be awakened in an instant.

It's a taste that's been in my mind for as long as I can remember, and although my tongue has tasted all the delicacies of the world, a sip of porridge calms my mind and soul that is tired from the chaos of the world.

A few grains of rice remained under his tongue in the porridge, and he chewed it gently, and the rice still had a trace of tenacity, jumping back and forth between his teeth and tongue, and soon turned into sweetness with the help of saliva......

He let out a long breath, as if to dissolve the depression of the day. After drinking another sip of porridge, he dug out a little bit of the bean curd, the outer skin was pale yellow, but the inside was white, not pure white, but the color and moistness like Hetian jade.

The entrance of fermented bean curd is another taste, soft and glutinous like milk, smooth and silky, spreading in the mouth little by little, from the tip of the tongue to the root of the tongue, layer by layer, like a river flooding the embankment, reaching the depths of the heart.

In fact, life is not such a bowl of porridge and bean curd, the simpler it is, the greater the difference. Such grace can only be known when you are quiet and savored.

After eating a small piece of bean curd, and drinking most of the porridge, Wu Xiujun's nose secreted a fine sweat. When I raised my head, I saw that my sister was also drinking porridge, and her intoxicated expression seemed to want to be one with the porridge.

"Yujun, do you really not eat bean curd?" he asked.

The tip of Wu Yujun's nose also sweated, and he said with some hesitation: "I'm afraid that it will taste good." ”

"Taste it, it's delicious. Wu Xiujun encouraged, "Especially when eaten with clear porridge, it is more delicious." ”

She hesitated again, stretched out the spoon and dug a little lightly, frowned lightly and scraped it into her mouth, the faint saltiness and umami were released, and with the aftertaste left by the porridge just now, it was really more compressed.

"Well, it's delicious!"