The viscosity of millet porridge is related to the amount and heat, but the taste of pickles is related to the craftsmanship of the pickler.

The brothers have ever eaten the best pickles, and it is the taste of their mother's own handmade in their memory.

Originally, they were just holding the mood of remembrance, and they didn't expect to eat the authentic pickles like their mother's own pickles, but when the two brothers took a mouthful of shredded pickles and put them in their mouths, they were both stunned at the same time.

Just like a certain advertising slogan in later generations: it is still the original recipe, and it is still a familiar taste!

In just a moment, the brothers' eyes were red.

"Big brother, this smells ...... Like!" Brother Tan Yingjie muttered in a low voice.

The eldest brother Tan Yingdong nodded heavily, and told the younger brother in an affirmative tone: "It's the same taste as our mother's cooking." ”

The brothers glanced at each other tacitly, and a thought came to their minds at the same time.

Tan Yingdong stood up and said to Erya who was cleaning up the table of dishes that had just finished settling the bill: "Little girl, come over here." ”

"It's coming. Erya hurriedly put all the dishes into the basin, wiped his hand on the apron around his waist, and hurried over to ask, "Sir, do you need anything else?"

"It's not. Tan Yingdong showed a gentle smile to Erya and said, "I want to ask, is your pickle pickled by your store?"

"Yes, what's wrong, isn't it to Mr.'s taste?" Er Ya asked with some apprehension.

Tan Yingdong saw that the little girl was very nervous, and hurriedly said: "No, it suits our appetite, I just want to ask, do you sell this pickle recipe?"

"The recipe for pickles? This pickle is all pickled by my mother, this thing is nothing special, many people will make it.

My mother doesn't have any recipes, I've never heard of them, sir, are you kidding?" explained with a wave of her hand.

Tan Yingdong felt that the little girl should not know the process of pickling pickles, and it was normal for her to not know the recipe for pickles.

One thing the little girl said is right, these days, many families will pickle their own pickles.

In winter, there are few vegetables and fruits, and when there is no green and yellow, it is relied on these pickles pickled in advance as ingredients and ingredients.

However, every household has its own pickling habits, and whether the pickles are delicious and refreshing in taste or not depends on the craftsmanship of the pickler.

Tan Yingdong likes to eat millet porridge and pickles, and after his mother died, he never ate the taste in his memory again.

The pickles made by the others were not as delicious as those made by his mother, until just now, when he only took the first bite, he was sure that the person who made the pickles, like his mother, had a good set of skills to make a taste that made people impress in one bite.

He talked to his younger brother about Yingjie's return to China because he wanted to continue his food business.

The brothers originally planned to open a Chinese restaurant in Qingcheng County, and the introduction of the scale and equipment of the restaurant, they have several years of business experience abroad, and they are also handy in doing it.

Suddenly, I wanted to buy this recipe for making pickles, and the reason was very simple, in order to commemorate the mother of the two of them, a simple, kind and warm old rural lady.

Tan Yingdong wanted to add the dish of millet porridge with shredded pickles to the menu of the Chinese restaurant, and even thought of the name of the recipe, which was called the taste of ----- mother!