The pork belly is diced the size of a pomegranate seed, the fat part is slightly larger, and the lean part is slightly smaller about the size of a dried mung bean. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info carefully cut a knife by knife to chop a few times appropriately, this is the "fine chopping and rough chopping". Then add chopped green onion and ginger, add water and cooking wine, stir in one direction, add salt and a little sugar after the water is completely absorbed; Finally, add a relatively thick water starch and stir again, and after stirring, pick up a handful and throw it into the basin. Boil a large pot of boiling water, and form a ball of meat into a pot of warm water, so that the meatballs will float on the surface of the water and will not sink. Boil the water over medium-high heat, skim off the foam, add ginger slices and green onions, and then cover the lion's head with the leaves of Chinese cabbage so that the lion's head does not show the soup noodles, then change the casserole and simmer for two hours. Add a little salt and a little sugar to the soup, and after cooking, take out the green onions, ginger and cabbage leaves, and the cabbage sum is cooked in the original soup and ripple at the bottom of the casserole with the tender lion's head.

Now Su San has a boiled lion head in front of him, and the soup is tender and the lion head really melts in the mouth, which is the craftsmanship of Wang Ma.

Wang Ma was a little nervous, twisting her apron in her hand, seeing Su San lower her head to take a deep breath, then picked up the spoon and took a sip of soup.

"Well, that's great, Wang Ma, you're amazing! It's so delicious! ”

Wang Ma smiled with relief, a few strands of laugh lines were forced on her dry face, she probably also noticed that she was ugly when she laughed, so she hurriedly reached out to cover her face, and sighed helplessly: "The old woman's laughter is more ugly than crying, Miss Su didn't scare you." ”

"Mother Wang, how did you get your face? I look like a scar? ”

"It was a little bit of a scar, and then I met those Japanese people, and they experimented on my face, and they cut and cut it. Some nerves have also been cut off, and if you look at my eye, I often can't open it, because the nerves are not working. ”

"Wang Ma, where are you from? The lion's head is so authentic and delicious, is it from Yangzhou? ”

"The elder brother of Hedong is going to the far away river, and the sister of the west is coming to see off Lang, the willow leaves are green, the seven are seven and the seven are broken, and the willow leaves are pine." Wang Ma suddenly sang Yangzhou Tune in a hoarse voice, but she sang very seriously, and there was a different look in her eyes.

"It's so good, what's the name of this song?"

"It's called Yang Liuqing, we all sang when we were kids, think about how I have never been back since I left my hometown at the age of twelve, and now it's been twenty years."

Wang Ma sighed with emotion, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the moist corners of her eyes.

"Huh?" Su San was stunned: "Mom Wang, you are only thirty-two years old this year?" ”

Su San opened her eyes wide and looked at the old man in front of her who was densely wrinkled and densely distributed on her face, like a spider web, she was only thirty-two years old?

Only then did Wang Ma realize that she had inadvertently said the wrong thing, and hurriedly said vaguely: "I have been injured, my brain is a little unclear, I can't remember how old I am, thirty-two years old?" How can I be so young, hehe. ”

She was still smiling, but the smile did not penetrate into her eyes, and there was a thick layer of sadness in her clear eyes.

Su San knew that she was forcing a smile, so he lowered his head and ate the lion's head seriously, ate for a while, and then looked up and asked: "Mother Wang, Yangzhou is very close to Shanghai, Luo Yin can help you find your family, do you want to go back with us?" ”

Wang Ma hurriedly put down her hand to wipe her tears, hid the handkerchief under her sleeve, and asked in surprise, "Really?" Can Miss Su take me along? ”

"Of course, you are also lonely here, it is better to go back to your hometown and find relatives to take care of, Wang Ma, what is your name and where is your hometown? I asked Luo Yin to call back now to help you check. ”

"I ......," Wang Ma stopped talking, and finally lowered her head, "I forgot what I was called, here, I was injured." ”

Wang Ma pointed to her head.

In this way, Su San sighed, Wang Ma is so pitiful, she has forgotten her age and even her age.

"Mama Wang, you sing a section of Peking Opera, don't you know Peking Opera? The last time I finally watched a play, something happened but it happened, it's really unlucky, I didn't even hear the smell. ”

"Miss, my voice is like a broken gong, so you don't dislike it, okay, I'll sing a Kunqu opera."

Wang Ma was aroused by Su San, stood up on a whim, nodded slightly at Su San, and sang:

"It turns out that the purple and red are all over the place, and they are all paid for the broken wells and ruins. The beautiful scenery of the good day is the day, whose courtyard is the pleasure? Flying in the morning and twilight, clouds and clouds, rain and wind, smoke and waves painting boats. Jinping people look at this Shaoguang cheap! ”

At this moment, her whole temperament has changed, and her wrinkled face is also shrouded in a layer of holy light, and her demeanor and eyebrows make people ignore her rough voice, Su San high-fived and sighed: "It's so beautiful, Wang Ma, you sing so well." ”

Wang Ma covered her mouth and smiled, with a faint hint of shyness in her eyes: "My old owl has a voice, Miss don't laugh at me." ”

"Then for you like a beautiful flower, like a year of water, is to answer the child idle search, in the boudoir self-pity, turn this peony column in front of the side, close to the lake and mountain stone. And you loosen the collar buttons, and the clothes are wide ......"

Suddenly, a few words of Kunqu opera singing came from outside the door, and Wang Ma's face changed suddenly, and she hurriedly went to the inner room.

Without waiting for Su San to react, Mrs. Ji shook the handkerchief and pushed the door in, and said with a smile: "I was listening to the lively singing inside outside, and my throat was itchy for a while, and I also followed the previous paragraph, how could the people who sang the song have such tender skin, and they left when they saw me coming." ”

Su San hurriedly asked Mrs. Ji to sit down, and was just about to beckon Mama Wang to pour tea, but when she thought that Mama Wang was obviously hiding out, she picked up the teapot and said, "Mrs. Ji will sit down first, and I'll pour tea." ”

"No, no, I'm just here to ask Wang Ma to come to our house to help cook a few side dishes." When Mrs. Ji saw the soup bowl on the table, she suddenly lowered her head, took a deep breath and said, "Miss Su is really a blessing, the lion head made by Wang's mother is really a must, and my family's old Ji is also good. ”

"Mother Wang and I just met by chance, and I can't be her master." Su San smiled slightly, "Mother Wang doesn't seem to be feeling well, I'm afraid it's inconvenient to go over." ”

Yesterday, Wang's mother had clearly rejected Dao's mother's suggestion, so she didn't go to the Daojia restaurant to do things today, and Su San could only help her block it.

"Not feeling well? Then I'll take Mama Wang to the hospital to have a look, you can't delay being sick at this age. Since Mama Wang came to our county, she is the people of our county, and Lao Ji of my family is an official of her parents, so she should care about Mama Wang. ”

Mrs. Ji said as she stood up and was about to go inside.

Su San hurriedly shouted: "Mother Wang, she ......"

Without waiting for Su San to finish speaking, Wang Ma lifted the curtain and came out: "Mrs. Ji, why do you have to work hard." ”

Her tone was low, her face was resolute, and the only smart eyes on her face were full of infinite sadness at the moment, Su San couldn't help but whisper: "Wang Ma, you...... It's ......"

"Mrs. Ji, you take your Yangguan Road and I cross my single-plank bridge, I have forgotten the past, why do you have to force each other? Could it be that Magnolia was also killed by you? ”

As soon as she heard Magnolia, Su San's eyes slid from Wang Ma to Mrs. Ji, and then from Mrs. Ji's face to Wang Ma's, she was shocked by her bold guess.

Mrs. Ji: "Mother Wang, what are you talking about, I just want to invite you to my house to cook." ”

"Really? And then what? Set another fire so that I will die without a place to bury? ”

Wang Ma sneered, took a step forward, and pointed at Mrs. Ji, "You think what you did was seamless?" God has eyes, let me come back to life, you don't know how to repent and guilt, step by step, you are going to be damned! ”

"God, junior sister, it's really you." Mrs. Ji's excited lips were trembling, "Senior sister, you're not dead, it's great!" ”

"Shouldn't you be disappointed that I'm not dead?"

"But the corpse was ...... back then."

"That's not me, that's the old beggar who was roasting the fire at the door of Shengde Building that day, I saw that she was pitiful, and I let her come in to live when it was cold, but I thought that something would happen that night. I saw you standing there with my own eyes, watching the fire burn, and you dare to say that you didn't set the fire? ”

Mrs. Ji's face was full of tears: "No, junior sister is not, I heard that you are going to marry someone surnamed Kong, all thoughts are lost, I came here to die with you, but that night I came to Shengde Building, the fire had already burned, I was thinking about whether to save you or let you be buried in the fire, I thought, since I can't get it, I'd rather you die, when I understand, the fire has grown, I can't help it." Later, I found the body, and while people were not paying attention, I wrote the words blood debt and blood repayment with charcoal next to it, and later married the county magistrate Ji because I wanted to slowly investigate this matter here, keep it for you. ”

"Not you? So who did it? ”

Wang Ma stroked her face, "The injury on my face, who has my hatred all these years attributed to?" (To be continued.) )