Seventh night: Porridge with minced meat
The woman leaning on the stand and smoking a cigarette heard footsteps coming from behind her.
She raised her hand and took a puff on her cigarette, and casually glanced sideways at Huo Bai who was passing by. Her eyes were full of scrutiny, as if she was secretly assessing something in her heart.
Huo Bai didn't care about that woman, he saw a lot of all kinds of people every day, and there were all kinds of beautiful and ugly.
As he walked past the woman, a strong smell of perfume mixed with tobacco and alcohol entered his nose, and the choking Huo Bai couldn't help but sneeze.
"I'm sorry. Huo Bai covered his nose with a towel and said softly to the woman. After all, it's still a little embarrassing for this kind of thing to happen. It doesn't matter which side it is.
The woman curled her lips with bright red lipstick, and her voice sounded bewitching, "Old-fashioned pick-up." After speaking, he stretched out his hand and flicked the cigarette ash, turned his head and stopped looking at Huo Bai.
Huo Bai smiled and didn't care, he walked around the woman and walked under the canopy, opened the lid of the porridge pot and stirred it with a big spoon, and then took the pots and bowls he left over from his dinner and went into the faΓ§ade room to clean.
There was a stack of cleanly washed sea bowls by the sink in the faΓ§ade room, and Huo Bai, who had washed the pots and bowls in his hand, put them together in the disinfection cabinet on the side.
"Ha~ah~" Huo Bai, who was standing in front of the disinfection cabinet, yawned a long time, and while rubbing the tears that came out of the yawn, he returned to the pool and washed his face with cold water. After washing his face, Huo Bai reached out and changed a dry towel from the hook on the side and put it around his neck, and finally walked out with a bag of packing boxes that he would use later.
Back in front of the stove and putting the packing box aside, Huo Bai sat on a blue plastic stool and continued to read his recipe.
"Are you the boss?" the woman asked suddenly, puffing out a puff of her cigarette.
"Hmm. β
"Oh......"
After a while, the woman asked, "What time are these business hours?"
Huo Bai raised his head, "Five o'clock in the afternoon to five o'clock the next morning." β
"Not bad. The woman smiled, and she tossed her cigarette to her feet and stepped on the red heels she was wearing.
"Boss, what time is it?" The woman opened the patent leather bag she was carrying, took out the makeup mirror, and touched up her makeup by the light of Huo Bai's food stall.
Huo Bai didn't know what this woman thought, obviously she had a watch on her wrist, but she still had to ask him what time it was.
He glanced up at the clock under the canopy, three fifty-two.
"Three fifty-two. β
"Thank you. The woman wiped off the bright red lipstick, replaced it with a light color, and after applying it, she closed the makeup mirror in her hand and thanked Huo Bai.
"You're welcome. β
The crisp sound of the high heels tapping on the ground grew farther and farther away, and the woman left.
Huo Bai lowered his head and continued to read the recipe, his business has been getting worse and worse recently, maybe he has to add some new dishes to the store.
Forty-thirty.
"Chicken soup Huo ~ a bowl of small wontons!" Ah Zhai blew out of the opposite building like a gust of wind.
Huo Bai closed the recipe and glanced at her, "No." β
"How is that possible! I saw you and the stuffing yesterday!" Ah Zhai walked into the food stall, his eyes swept around.
"Huh...... What kind of smell is this? It's so flushed? The smell stinks fast. Ah Zhai suddenly covered his nose and rubbed to Huo Bai's side and poked his back.
Huo Bai lifted the lid of the pot and stirred it slowly with a spoon, "There was a guest before." Today's porridge with minced meat, no small ravioli. β
Ah Zhai rubbed his nose and snorted in a low voice: "You are a stingy person whose heart and eyes are not much bigger than the tip of a needle." Her voice was as small as a mosquito's humming. However, Huo Baisheng's ears are good and he can hear clearly.
He was used to the various nicknames that Otaku gave him. Moreover, Ah Zhai is not wrong this time, today it is really because he is careful to hold grudges that he did not make small wontons and made meat porridge.
"Bring me a bowl, I'll eat it here, don't use it in a packing box!" Ah Otaku said angrily, if you can let Huo Bai wash one more bowl, he will definitely not let him wash less.
Huo Bai's hand skimmed over the packing box on the side and took out a blue-edged porcelain bowl from the box.
"Put capers and sprinkle some white pepper. "As long as the porridge is not pure white porridge, Ah Zhai likes to put some side dishes or condiments in it. The people who came to him to buy breakfast around him have been learning to eat like this for a long time, and they have everything to add.
filled a bowl of porridge, put away the capers and white pepper that Ah Zhai wanted, and handed it to her.
After taking the porridge, Ah Zhai couldn't wait to bring it to his lips and take a sip, "Huh-huh, whew-" She was burned when she drank too quickly. "Hiss-hiss-sss
"Have you ever heard a word?" Huo Bai poured a cup of cold white and handed it to Ah Zhai.
Ah Zhai took the cup and poured it down, "Yes! Shut up, I know what you're going to say." She gave Huo Bai a roll of the eyes, Huo Bai's routines were all learned from her, how could she be tricked?
Huo Bai took the empty cup in Ah Zhai's hand and poured her another glass, "Then sit down and drink it yourself, don't make a mess." β
"Oh. β
Ah Zhai sat at the folding table with a bowl in one hand and a cup of water in the other, she scooped up a spoon with a spoon, puffed out her cheeks and blew vigorously before stuffing it into her mouth.
"Hmm...... It's still a little ravioli!" she nodded.
It's not a day or two that Ah Zhai likes to eat small wontons, when Huo Bai sells small wontons, she can eat three bowls in one go, and after eating, she has to buy some undercooked small wontons to go home and freeze them in the refrigerator for three meals a day.
Once, if Huo Bai wasn't happy, Ah Zhai planned to buy back all the inventory he had in the morning.
The strange thing is that Ah Zhai doesn't like small wontons from other places, she only likes Huo Bai's cooking. According to her words, the small wontons made by Huo Bai have a special taste. Huo Bai also compared the small wontons he made himself with those sold by others, in fact, the taste is almost the same, there is no difference.
"Chicken soup Huo, what chicken soup did you pour into that girl yesterday?"
Ah Zhai drank the porridge quietly for a while, and couldn't help her gossip nature, "When that girl came back last night, I immediately smelled the strong smell of Huo's chicken soup on her body!"
"I didn't cook chicken soup last night, it was duck soup. β
"Cut-, if you don't say it, you won't say it, I can guess it, isn't it just ......"
"Shut up, don't guess. Eat honestly and go back to sleep after eating. I haven't slept for two days when I see you, beware of sudden death. β
Ah Zhai obediently lowered his head and drank porridge, "The mouth is really poisonous." β
Halfway through the drink, she said, "You can get me three more points to pack, and those three girls may wake up today." β
"Okay, I'll put it on the table, remember to take it with you when you leave. β
"Everyone buys three and gets one free, I bought four here, is there any discount? I don't want more than a bowl of small wontons!" Ah Zhai is still a little reluctant.
"There are no small wontons, do you want big wontons? β
"No, no, no, no, no!" If you want to say that it is a scrambled egg with leeks, then Ah Zhai can still accept it. But ravioli stuffed with leeks and eggs is an absolutely unacceptable heresy for her!
After eating, Ah Zhai paid and went back with a bag containing three packing boxes.
Not long after Ah Zhai left, more and more people came to breakfast.
"Let's pack a bowl of porridge and put coriander. β
"Boss, I'm going to add diced radish and shredded kelp. β
"Boss, put some sugar. β
"Boss, I want meat floss. β
"Add some kohlrabi. β
"Take away a bowl and get more chives and garlic. β
"Boss, two bowls to take away, no side dishes. β
"Add some spicy and vinegar. β
Huo Bai kept repeating the process of serving porridge and adding ingredients, he could understand that everyone's taste was different, but he didn't understand why anyone liked to add chili pepper and vinegar to porridge?
This man, he remembers, add chili pepper and vinegar to whatever he eats, even sweet porridge.
Huo Bai originally tasted the pairing of the guests when they ordered, but for sweet porridge with chili peppers and vinegar, no matter how dedicated Huo Bai was, he didn't want to try it.
"Boss, a bowl of sesame seeds, a bowl of sea rice. β
The person who came was a young man, everyone called him Da Li, and he lived in this neighborhood with his girlfriend.
Da Li's girlfriend has inconvenient legs and feet, so he will go downstairs every day to bring breakfast to his girlfriend, and wait for his girlfriend to finish eating before going out to work.
"Da Li, has your girlfriend agreed to marry you?" asked a guest who was standing aside waiting for breakfast, smiling.
Da Li took the packing bag handed over by Huo Bai and smiled, "It's almost over." β
"Haha, then I wish you two a hundred years of happiness in advance. The man smiled and blessed Da Li, "Boss, add soy sauce and pack two servings." β
"Yes. Da Li nodded and turned to leave.
At five o'clock, Huo Bai's business hours ended.
At five thirty, Huo Bai, who had cleaned up everything, locked the door of the store and went to Huo's father's house with a meat porridge with mustard and two hot water kettles.
Huo's father is not surnamed Huo, nor is he Huo Bai's father, he is just an old man who has Alzheimer's disease and insists that Huo Bai is his son.
When Huo Bai first moved over, Daddy Huo didn't live here, and one day Daddy Huo wandered around alone, and he found Huo Bai's food stall without knowing what was going on.
As soon as he saw Huo Bai, Father Huo took Huo Bai's hand and shouted that he was his son. The guests present at that time all looked at Huo Bai with a condemning look, and a few of them directly put down their money and left without looking back.
In the end, it was the caretaker who took care of Huo's father who came over, and he was able to return Huo Bai's innocence.
Father Huo's son's situation has never been mentioned, and no one has ever seen his son. Since Father Huo saw Huo Bai that time, he walked to Huo Bai from another neighborhood every day.
Once it snowed heavily in winter, and the caretaker didn't let Daddy Huo go out, so he sneaked out to find Huo Bai by himself. The road was covered with snow and it was very slippery, so he was taken to the hospital the same day.
For more than two months, Daddy Huo did not appear. By the time he reappeared, he had already moved into the neighborhood. Since then, every day during Huo Bai's business hours, he can see Huo Daddy sitting happily in his shop, sitting until ten o'clock in the evening.
He didn't do anything, he just stared at Huo Bai.
If someone praises Huo Bai's delicious food, he will be very proud and say, "That's my son!"
After a long time, everyone called him Daddy Huo.
Usually, Daddy Huo looks at his passport, and this time he asked Huo Bai to help take care of the old man who was sick at home because of the cold.