In addition to a large piece of pork belly, Wang Hai also bought a pound of pure lean meat for his eldest son to reward him. Because of the limited time at noon, and the family is used to eating frugally, it is also to save and invite Gao Yingfeng's family to have a good meal.

"Let's eat dumplings tonight!"

After Wang Hai loudly announced today's staple food, it attracted an enthusiastic response from the three children. Only Wang Yong frowned and didn't know what he was thinking, which caused Wang Hai to turn his gaze.

"What's wrong son? Don't want to eat dumplings? ”

Wang Yong looked at his father, but he was thinking of the famous sketch by Teacher Zhao Lirong.

In the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, the grandson does not want to eat dumplings, but has to eat the nest! So the old lady had to give her grandson an ideological and moral education that reminisced about the bittersweet memories.

Who knew that in the debate, the old lady was completely defeated by her sharp-toothed grandson, and in the end, her grandson successfully turned the tables and gave up eating dumplings.

When Wang Yong heard his father say to eat dumplings, he remembered this sketch by Mr. Zhao. But he knew that even if he told his father, he wouldn't believe that anyone would not like to eat dumplings?

Including the large and small families in the family, no one will believe that it will not take long, it will only take more than ten years, and some people here will become as disgusted with dumplings as they did in the sketch.

"What are you laughing at?"

Seeing that his son did not answer, but showed a mysterious smile, Wang Hai was a little worried.

"Nothing, I was wondering what I'm going to cook tonight?"

Hearing his son's return, Wang Hai also laughed. The stir-fry that his son made at noon that he had become a vinegared kohlrabi was right for his appetite.

Sour and spicy, a dish was almost all shared by him and his wife. The younger son can't eat spicy food, and the eldest son seems to see that the couple likes to eat it, and he rarely stretches his chopsticks into this dish, but just competes with the fish.

Thinking of the delicacy of the plate of vinegared kohlrabi, Wang Hai opened his mouth without hesitation at all and said, "Just make vinegar kohlrabi!" ”

Well, it seems that Dad really eats the right thing, and I'm afraid this dish will often appear on his own table in the future. However, Wang Yong obviously has his own ideas and doesn't want to make this dish anymore.

"If you want to eat, let my mom make it for you, I'm going to make a new dish to try."

"Oh? What are you going to cook? ”

Wang Hai looked at his eldest son with a curious expression, just like the greedy Wang Liang.

"Want to know?"

"Yes!"

Not only Wang Hai, but also Wang Liang next to him, Gao Qing and his good buddy Gao Gui nodded quickly.

"Guess!"

Obviously, they who have not experienced the baptism of the Internet were confused by this sudden word. Leaving a few people to continue to be confused, guessing what Wang Yong would cook, Wang Wei followed his mother and third aunt to the hall and began to prepare dinner.

Mother and noodles, the third aunt washed leeks and chopped stuffing. Wang Yong came to the cauldron stove, grabbed a handful of corn husks and set it on fire, preparing to heat the bone broth that would be stewed at noon.

This action inevitably attracted a burst of praise from the third aunt, who can cook at such a young age, and few children in the village have this ability. Wang Yong was very happy to show off his own cooking skills with the third aunt.

After filling the coal once at noon, I didn't care about it, and the fire was extinguished by this time. Light car familiar with the road of fire, add materials. After the fire was boiling, a few more splits were added, and Wang Yong clapped his hands and stood up, ready to make his own new dish.

Combined with the ingredients found at home, Wang Yong thought for a while and decided to make a famous home-cooked dish suitable for all ages. Of course, in this day and age, this dish is rarely seen in this small village.

After thinking about what to do, Wang Yong ran to the greenhouse, plucked a handful of shallots, and picked the reddest tomato on the persimmon seedlings.

Back in the hall, under the incomprehensible gaze of his mother and third aunt, Wang Yong turned out two more eggs, opened a small opening, poured the egg liquid into the bowl, added a little salt and quickly stirred evenly.

Sit on the stove in a small iron pot, put oil, heat it and pour in the stirred egg mixture, stir-fry it casually, and grind it into an egg cake.

At this time, directly put the chopped green onion seasoning in the pot and stir-fry, take the tomatoes in your hand and cut them directly into small pieces, the tender and juicy tomatoes are not wasted at all, and even the juice drips into the pot.

Stir-fry a few times and then add the scrambled eggs, and soon a bowl of scrambled eggs with tomatoes will be freshly out of the pan. Just when they heard the movement, they ran out to see the lively Wang Hai and Gao Yingfeng and the three children thought it was over.

Wang Yong ran to the Westinghouse again and turned out a bag of one-pound dried noodles. This is a noodle house from the uncle's house, which can be regarded as self-produced, and most people don't have the time or energy to roll noodles by hand to eat, compared to the rough sorghum rice porridge, there is a noodle soup to eat that is already quite delicious food.

Wang Yong opened the lid of the cauldron under the watchful eyes of a group of people, and saw the big bone broth that had turned over on the surface under the scorching fire, and without hesitation, he put a packet of dried noodles into the big bone broth.

"What are you doing here?"

Wang Hai, who was very puzzled by his son's actions, reprimanded angrily. Even if life is better in the future, can't it be like this? The noodles and fillings for the dumplings over there are ready and waiting to be wrapped, but now you have to cook the noodles? What are you doing here? Loser?

"I'll find out later, and I'll just keep it to your satisfaction. Wait and eat! ”

Wang Yong replied without raising his head, in fact, he knew in his heart that if it weren't for the fact that the greenhouse had greatly improved his status at home, he would have slapped his parents a long time ago if he was like today.

There was no child protection law these days, and the people in the village didn't care about it. If your own child is disobedient, you hit him, what's wrong?

Lao Tzu beat his son, that's a matter of course! Even a teacher beats a student, in the eyes of parents, it is a matter of course! No human rights are used!

watched Wang Yong take out the colander again, with a colander in one hand and chopsticks in the other, and kept picking up the noodles with chopsticks and putting them into the colander. Sinking into a colander in the bone broth, the noodles flipped up and down in the rolling waves.

Soon, after almost no noodles were visible in the bone broth, Wang Wei put down his chopsticks, held the colander in both hands, and kept lifting the colander and putting it down.

After doing this a few times, he took out the colander and looked at it in front of him, as if he was not satisfied. Frowning, he began to repeat the repetition of putting the colander into the bone broth one by one.

"Almost, look at the number of people, bring the bowl!"

Wang Yong shouted in the style of a master chef, which caused Wang Hai, who frequently sniffed, to be the first to respond, and hurriedly walked a few steps to the edge of the cupboard, and took eight bowls according to the head.

As early as when Wang Yong put down the noodles, the smell of the fragrant bone broth already made him want to take one out and nibble on it. It's just his age and the dignity of being a father that makes him hold back the excitement in his heart.

Helping his son put the eight rice bowls on the pot, Wang Hai stood aside and watched the eldest son use chopsticks to evenly put the boiled noodles into the eight bowls, and then picked up the bowl of scrambled eggs with bright colors and attractive tastes, and poured them into the eight bowls.

After doing all this, he covered the cauldron, and before anyone else could react, he picked up a bowl himself, stirred it with chopsticks, picked up a chopstick, and started eating.

At this time, the other three children couldn't help it first, screamed and pounced on one of them and grabbed a bowl. The four adults slowly picked up the bowl, stretched out their chopsticks and began to taste the bowl of tomatoes and lo noodles made by Wang Wei.

Before I even started eating, a strong aroma was already in my nose. The natural sour aroma of eggs mixed with naturally ripe tomatoes and the somen noodles made from bone broth that has been boiled for a long time combine these flavors, and before you eat them, your saliva is already starting to roll in your mouth.

After eating a bowl of noodles, everyone looked at Wang Yong with some unfinished eyes. In fact, this is not how good Wang Yong's cooking skills are, but that Du Yu's age is too luxurious for this bowl of noodles!

And according to the culinary circle, the quality of the dish is six points in the raw materials, and the remaining four points are based on the craftsmanship. Whether it is tomatoes or eggs used by Wang Yong, they are all authentic farmhouse products, and it would be strange if they tasted bad.

"Don't look at me, I'm afraid that everyone has been busy for a while just now and will be hungry, so I will cook a bowl of noodles for everyone to cushion."

After speaking, he left the hall with his hands behind his back and went back to the back room to watch TV in a dignified manner.

More than an hour later, a sumptuous and somewhat extravagant dinner began, relative to this era.

A large bowl of oily stew, a small pot of vinegared kohlrabi, a bowl of scrambled eggs with leeks, a large bowl of fried meat with green onions, and a bowl of stir-fried meat with sauerkraut, plus a large pot of bone sticks and a large pot of bone broth.

The small table is almost full, pots and bowls, not counting a large pot of dumplings filled with white and fat vegetables and pork!

Except for Wang Yong, everyone else was overwhelmed. Sitting on a chair or simply lying on the kang, one by one, lazily unwilling to move.

Only Wang Yong held the bowl and drank the milky white steaming bone broth in small sips unhurriedly, and let out exclamations from time to time, causing others to unconsciously start swallowing saliva.

Unlike southerners, northerners rarely have the habit of drinking stewed soup, let alone in the countryside. What they are most accustomed to is that regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, they will directly pour a scoop of cold water into their stomachs, and they don't even bother to drink hot water.

So now this big pot of bone broth is cheaper Wang Yong alone, and he only tasted two dumplings symbolically, and then gnawed a big bone, and then concentrated on dealing with the big bone broth.

After drinking five bowls of bone broth mixed with a lot of minced meat, he felt that his stomach couldn't hold it, so Wang Yongcai reluctantly put down his rice bowl and got up and began to clean up the dishes and chopsticks. His diligent performance naturally attracted the praise of the two of them, and at the same time began to criticize Gao Gui and Gao Qing.

Children, in the mouths of parents, are always the good of other people's families. Other people's children, that is the nightmare of many people's childhood and youth! What's more, when I met such a demon as Wang Yong as a reference, it can only be said that the brothers and sisters Gao Gui and Gao Qing have had a bad year, and they are unlucky!

I got a bad toothache when I got on fire, and it was uncomfortable!

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