Chapter 52:

After separating from the two bodyguards, Zhang Jin ran to the small building without looking back. Although it didn't take too long to sell vegetables, it was already half past six in the evening. This time happens to be the evening self-study time at the school.

So inexplicably, when approaching Xiaolou, Zhang Jin felt a little weak.

When I saw the black-lit courtyard, I suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, but then there was an indescribable feeling that spread in my chest.

Took out the key to open the courtyard door, and as the courtyard gate clicked shut, the voice-activated light under the eaves of the main house turned on. The hundred-watt incandescent lamp illuminated the entire courtyard, making the originally quiet courtyard much brighter.

Leaning on the gate and looking up at the strange and familiar small building in front of him, Zhang Jin felt a burst of irritability inexplicably in his heart, he didn't want to think about it, shook his head fiercely, raised his feet and walked into the yard.

From time to time, I heard the voices of the neighbors around the small building, or the sound of various TV sets, or the sound of singing on the radio, the sound of dogs barking, or the crying of children and the shouting of adults, etc.

When I walked to the gate of the small building, my stomach groaned, and then the hunger began to spread all over my body like a flood that opened the floodgates.

Zhang Jin opened the door while rubbing his stomach, wondering what to eat at night.

It seems that the chicken soup that was not eaten last night was put in the refrigerator by Dongfang Yao, and the chicken did not dare to eat it in a big way, but under the chicken soup, it should be no problem. Add some greens, or an egg......

It would be nice to have meat, and it would be nice to add some lean meat.

Maybe he should go to the pig farm in the space and kill a pig. Anyway, he didn't eat the pig, and no one could eat it. If he kills the pig, he can eat a meal of braised pork from time to time. Well, when I went home a few days ago, the boss also said that on the day of the holiday after the midterm exams, he was going to go to the wholesale market in the city with his classmates, and he would help him bring some notebooks and pens by the way. Then you can treat him to a big meal of meat.

"Coo-goo-" seems to feel the charm of the master's fantasy. When Zhang Jin walked from the door to the dining table, his stomach screamed louder and louder.

Especially when he thought of braised pork, fried pork ribs, tamales and other pictures, Zhang Jin felt that his stomach was going to eat his intestines.

He couldn't think about it, and if he thought about it any longer, he would feel that his appetite could eat a mountain. I was so hungry that I couldn't even cook.

That's right. Suddenly thinking that there were tomatoes to eat in the space, Zhang Jin took out two at once, one in one hand, and one on the other sat on the dining table and nibbled on it. Don't think about anything else now, let's talk about it first.

It's just strange why he didn't feel hungry at all when he was outside, and he felt very hungry when he just entered the door.

But maybe it wasn't that he wasn't hungry just now, but that his whole spirit was tense all the way from selling vegetables to going home, and he didn't feel it.

After quickly nibbling the two fist-sized tomatoes, Zhang Jin got up to look at the situation in the refrigerator. Obviously, it was empty last night, only a pot of chicken soup refrigerator, I don't know when today, it was stuffed with all kinds of vegetables and fruits.

The same goes for the frozen layer.

After looking for a long time, it seems that he has everything, but there is no noodles he is looking for.

This result made Zhang Jin couldn't help but mutter: "Could it be that the other party is a southerner and doesn't like to eat noodles?"

People are sometimes very strange, when they want to eat something, the more they don't have that thing, the more they think, even if there are delicacies from the mountains and seas in front of them at this moment, there is a feeling of tasteless food.

It's just that he went out to buy noodles, Zhang Jin doesn't want to do it now, he was robbed when he went out two days before and after, although he was not injured, but he felt very bad.

After thinking about it, Zhang Jin felt that dry noodles were not as delicious as hand-rolled noodles. And when he rolls the dough, he can also use the repeater to listen to English while rolling the dough.

This kind of thing is difficult for the three brothers of their Zhang family, it is all a matter of hand-to-hand, in his brother's words, it is something that will not be done wrong with his eyes closed.

So I went upstairs and took out the repeater that was in my bedroom, put an English tape, and listened to it while rolling out the dough.

In order to be afraid that he would waste time because of his distraction when rolling the dough, he deliberately found a plate that he had not heard of before. It's kind of a preview.

The hand-rolled dough is strong to be delicious. Anyone who likes to eat noodles knows this, but if you want to make hand-rolled noodles, in addition to mastering certain recipes, you also need to look at the hands of the kneading master.

Legend has it that the more you knead the noodles, the more fragrant the noodles will be. Especially ramen.

But the three brothers of the Zhang family have used nearly ten years of cooking to verify that kneading dough is not casually kneaded, especially after the guidance of Grandpa Zhang, I know that the reason why this noodle is strong is because of the gluten in the noodle. When the gluten reaches a level similar to that of the meridians in the human body, the noodles made are naturally the most delicious, and vice versa.

Two tomatoes can't hold up the stomach for long, in order to be able to eat early, when Zhang Jin started kneading the dough, he suddenly thought of the true qi in his body, I don't know if this kind of true qi, which is similar to the aura of heaven and earth, also has a different effect on food.

"Click!" came from the gate of the courtyard, and Zhang Jin, who was sprinkling the vegetables in his hand into the pot, heard the sound. Then he quickly walked to the refrigerator and threw a bundle of similar small vegetables into the space.

Later, in the recitation mixed with English tapes, the sound of 'da-da-da' leather shoes grinding against the ground gradually approached.

Zhang Jin stood at the door of the refrigerator, paused, and took out the other half of the dough that had been put in the refrigerator and made by himself. Regardless of whether Dongfang Yao ate it or not, since this person came back at this time, he had to prepare first.

As soon as Dongfang Yao approached the living room, he smelled a tempting aroma of food, and he was already a little hungry, so he screamed directly.

"Goo-go......o-go

Dongfang Yao threw the leather bag in his hand into the sofa casually, and approached the kitchen without saying a word.

"Have you eaten?"

"Haven't eaten yet?"

Zhang Jin spoke almost at the same time as Dongfang Yao.

For a moment, the corners of their mouths hooked up at the same time.

"Not yet. ”

"Nope. ”

"Haha!" Dongfang Yao laughed directly, "If you have more, prepare one for me." ”

Zhang Jin smiled and nodded: "Brother Yao wants to eat a large portion, or just eat a little?"

"Generous portions. "Since it has been said, Dongfang Yao is not polite.

Zhang Jin looked at the bag in his hand, and simply put the noodles that he had left for three meals into the pot at one time.