On the wide road, the breeze is blowing, Wang Ming is driving a motorcycle tricycle roaring, in the back compartment, the little girl is holding the car with both hands, with excitement on her face, looking at the scenery around her constantly retreating, revealing a giggling crisp laugh. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Wow... It's so cool, my brother drives so fast, he must be an old driver. ”

The little girl was smiling happily in the back, chattering non-stop, and the crisp laughter kept echoing on the country road, making Wang Ming sitting in the driver's seat smile too.

After passing through some potholes in the village, the motorcycle stopped, and the little girl stretched out her arms and looked at Wang Ming who came slowly, with a happy smile on her beautiful little face.

"Brother hug."

hugged Wang Li from the car, the little girl had satisfaction on her face, stretched out her hand to hold Wang Ming's arm, and looked intimate, and Yang Xia, who walked out slowly, had a smile on her face.

"Hungry or not, eat less for a while, and take you to grandpa's house to eat delicious food in the evening."

Reaching out and scraping the bridge of the little girl's upturned nose, Wang Ming had a doting smile on his face, and as his voice fell, the little girl hesitated slightly, and then nodded.

A group of three people entered the door, looking at the people who were working behind them, the little girl showed a look of surprise, and when she turned around, she looked at Wang Ming with big eyes.

"When will our house be built, and we can live in a new house in the future."

The little girl was very happy, and after a simple meal, she began to lie on the table in the hut and write her homework, while Wang Ming looked at the sky outside the window that was about to darken after cleaning up, and walked towards her grandmother's house.

Carrying enough ingredients in his hand, when he entered the kitchen of his grandmother's house, he turned on the light, and the old man and his wife looked at Wang Ming in front of them with a smile, as if they wanted to know the situation of this capable grandson working outside.

Wang Ming began to deal with the ingredients, and most of the dishes prepared were mainly light, especially the grandparents, because of their age, one should be easy to chew, and the other should be easier to digest, which is Wang Ming's first choice.

A few very simple dishes, a plate of beef in sauce, vegetarian platter, salt and pepper shrimp, crispy pork chops, plus a crucian carp tofu soup and stir-fried greens.

Wang Ming's subordinates acted neatly, the shrimp bought in the town were artificially farmed white shrimp, and there were no live ones, they were mainly frozen and chilled, after Wang Ming melted it, he opened his back, picked out the black sand line, and put it aside.

Grandma's kitchen is clean and bright, the stove is more, seeing that the water in the pot has begun to boil, Wang Ming put the ribs into the pot, blanched with boiling water, add half a bottle of light soy sauce to the pressure cooker, a spoonful of cooking wine, cut the green onions into sections, pat the ginger and garlic with a knife, and throw them into the pot together, then put four palm-sized ribs into it, and then put in a small amount of white cardamom and bay leaves, cinnamon, and inject water, so that after it has not passed the ribs, the pressure cooker is covered and put on the side of the small fire to suppress.

The old couple watched dumbfounded, although there are not many men in the village cooking, but there are some good ones, but like Wang Ming is so clean and neat, but there is absolutely none, looking at Wang Ming who is moving quickly in his hands at this moment, the old couple are a little dazzled.

"This kid has been smart since he was a child, you see, he does things in an orderly manner, and the speed is also extremely fast, my eyes are almost unable to keep up with the speed."

The old man smiled and said to his wife on the side, looking at Wang Ming, who was busy not far in front of him, he never felt that this grandson was so pleasing to the eye today.

"You two old people should rest for a while, okay, I'll call you, the smell of oil smoke in this kitchen is too big."

Wang Ming said with a smile, sent his grandparents out of the kitchen, and sat down in the hall in front of him.

The small chops in the pressure cooker, after fifteen minutes of gas, were turned off by Wang Ming, and they needed to be soaked to absorb the flavor, quickly slaughter the crucian carp, dip it in flour, fry it in the pan until both sides are colored, put it into the clay pot on the side, add green onion and ginger, and cover it.

Time passed slowly, and after about fifteen minutes of stewing, Wang Ming put the sliced lactone tofu into the crucian carp soup, at this time, the fish soup in the clay pot was milky white, and the unique fragrance of fish and seafood came to the face.

The flame on the gas stove was also turned on by him, the wok was on fire, after pouring clear oil, as the flame jumped and slowly warmed, Wang Ming shook the white shrimp on the back with a layer of starch, in the oil pot, the oil temperature began to bubble with bursts of smoke, it had reached the appearance of seven or eight percent of the heat, the white shrimp was carefully put into the pot, with a crackling sound, the moisture outside it was quickly squeezed dry, Wang Ming turned the flame down, salvaged out the starch residue, there are some small bumps in the starch at home, which will cause the expansion and explosion after entering the pot, Although Wang Ming had carefully crushed it with his hands before, there were still some fish that had slipped through the net and entered it.

The white shrimp in the pot was fished out, and the oil in the oil pot was also poured into the stainless steel basin on the side by Wang Ming, and then, a small amount of bottom oil was poured into the pot, minced garlic was added and stir-fried, and the fried white shrimp was poured in, and the cut green and red peppers and onions were also put into the pot together, after stir-frying twice, a little sugar and pepper and salt were added, and after pouring in the red oil, it was stir-fried several times again, and it was put out of the pot and put on the plate.

The golden buttery white shrimp shrunk the waist, looking quite fat, and the green and red peppers and onions on the top are cut into small grains, which are stuck to the shrimp by a layer of light red oil, and the yellow and clear exudes a burst of fragrance.

After making this dish of salt-and-pepper shrimp, Wang Ming quickly brushed the pot, put in a little water, poured the oil and wheat vegetables into it, dripped in a few drops of cooking oil, and stirred.

Cooking oil can accelerate the boiling heat in the pot, and it can also make the moisture of the vegetables themselves be locked in as much as possible, in addition, it can also make the vegetables more green and have a hint of oiliness.

There were cut sauce beef and salt and pepper white shrimp on the board, and seeing that the water in the pot began to show signs of boiling, Wang Ming stirred the oil and wheat vegetables again, and then, without waiting for the water in the pot to boil, he salvaged the oil and wheat vegetables.

Stir-fried vegetarian vegetables, especially this kind of vegetarian vegetables with leaves, is very important for the mastery of the heat, and the texture of the oily wheat cabbage is crisp and tender, and the time of scalding in the water is slightly too long, after cooking, the soup will be aged, and the taste will be bitter, so in the blanching link, it is salvaged until there is a little trace of the collapsed seedlings, in this way, after frying, it has just been completely broken, the probability of the soup is low, and the taste will also maintain the fragrance.

The action in his hand does not stop, after quickly injecting the base oil, while the flame is rising, Wang Ming puts a little refined salt and chicken essence in the small bowl, and then adds an appropriate amount of water starch, after the oil temperature rises, the seasoning in the small bowl is stirred evenly by him, after the oil and wheat vegetables are put into the pot, while stir-frying, the mixed juice is poured in, and finally, after pouring in a little pepper oil, it is quickly put out of the pot and put on the plate.

The emerald green oily wheat cabbage has not completely collapsed, under the reflection of the light, the top is crystal clear, as the heat rises, the smell of fragrance is also diffused, so that Wang Ming relaxed when he breathed, his eyes fell on the pressure cooker on the side.

The woks were cleaned up, and the hot oil that fried the white shrimp before was carefully poured into it by Wang Ming, and when the temperature was raised, he turned on the pressure cooker, looked at the small ribs that had been soaked for half an hour, carefully fished them out one by one, put them in the plate, and gently patted a layer of starch on them, and then, control the pork rib soup in the plate, and carefully put it into the pot for cooking.

"Shroff..."

The oil temperature in the pot continued to rise, and gradually, the layer of starch on the ribs was also fried into light yellow, and when the fragrance flowed out, Wang Ming salvaged it out, put it aside to control the oil, and when the oil temperature rose again, the rest of the pieces were also fried out one by one.

Next to the board, in a large plate with lettuce leaves, Wang Ming poured the two flavors of salt and pepper on both sides, and then he changed the fried ribs into strips and placed them in the center of the plate.

After finishing these hot dishes, looking at the raw materials of the vegetarian spell that had already been blanched in the pot, Wang Ming groaned slightly, and reached out to salvage the vegetables in them.

Cut into long beans, boiled peanuts, cucumber strips after changing the knife, yuba, fungus, lotus root slices, and special cold powder, after Wang Ming controlled the moisture, add a small amount of refined salt, chicken essence, light soy sauce and edible balsamic vinegar, and then, sprinkle some chili noodles on it, turn on the flame of the gas stove, wait until the oil temperature in the pot rises, carefully splash it on the plain pepper noodles with a hand spoon, stir evenly, and put it on the plate.

After quickly cleaning everything up, Wang Ming looked at the time, at this moment it was just a little dark outside, Wang Ming picked up the dishes on the table and walked out into the hall.

"Mom and Dad... Liz. ”

Looking at the few people who were already sitting at the table in the hall, Wang Ming was slightly stunned, and then, with a smile on his face, he put the dishes in his hand on the table.

"Your grandfather is an old stubborn, since you came back, he has changed a lot, just now he quietly went to your house and called three people over."

Grandma said with a smile, and as her voice fell, several people on the side also smiled, and the little girl quickly stood up, holding Wang Ming's arm and walking towards the kitchen.

"These two children, the relationship is really good."

Wang Ming brought up all the dishes, the drinks were complete, a family of five people sat together, the old man stood up, entered the room, and when he came out again, there was an extra bottle of liquor in his hand.

"Kweichow Moutai."

As a treasure, he unscrewed the cap of Moutai, and suddenly a strong aroma of wine spread, and the old man smiled and sat down in his seat.

"I'm glad today, I'll have two drinks with your dad."

For the old man's behavior, the old lady smiled and said nothing, and Wang Zheng on the side stood up a little flattered, which made the old man sigh lightly, and then pulled Wang Zheng's body again and sat down beside him.

"In the past, it was my dad who did things extremely, in the end, now you are the only one who is still with our old couple, these years, you are doing the farm work on both sides, I see it in my eyes..."

"Come, have a drink with Dad, this glass of wine will go down, and let him go through the previous things."

The old man spoke, and then, with a smile on his face, raised his neck, drank all the Moutai wine in the wine cup, and then, looking at Wang Zheng, who also drank it in one gulp, nodded.

"Okay, don't just drink and do it like the great enemies of several generations, come, try my craft."

Wang Ming stood up with a smile, and when he spoke, he separated the ribs from the plate.

"Good, good..."

The old man was very happy, and when he nodded in response, he picked up the small ribs on the plate, looked at the crispy pork ribs that were fried in his hand, and then put them in his mouth.

"Hmm... Delicious. (To be continued.) )