The sound of the motorcycle beeping in his ears gradually weakened, and the smile on the old man's face also emerged, no matter what, whether Wang Zheng built a house at home, or Wang Ming had a great future, it made him feel relieved, and at this moment, with the murmuring sound of the corners of his mouth, the old man for the first time, for his persistence for so many years, was confused. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When Wang Ming drove a motorcycle to the front of his house, he was startled by the scene in front of him, outside the dilapidated gate, there were no less than 20 people gathered at the door at this moment, looking at the back of the yard, these people were men and women, most of them were neighbors and familiar villagers around.

Wang Ming stopped the motorcycle, and in the crowd at the door, several women of the same age as Yang Xia turned around and walked over, with a smile on their faces, constantly admiring Wang Ming, and the smile on Yang Xia's face on the side of the hearing never stopped.

Father Wang Zheng's popularity is very good, everyone lives in a village, seeing Wang Zheng's family began to build houses, taking advantage of the slack days, many people also came to help, pulling soil, laying pile foundations, unloading bricks and moving tiles... It's a busy scene.

After greeting a few people, Yang Xia smiled and walked into the small courtyard, several women behind her also followed, sat down in the hut, and began to pull the parents to short, Wang Ming came to the direction of the backyard after settling down his mother, at this moment, with the agricultural tricycle unloading the full of soil, more than a dozen men were busy driving, the original potholed ground, at this time has been padded more than a foot high, the pile driver made a banging sound, constantly slapping the ground.

"Coming back? What were the results? ”

Father Wang Zheng walked over, reached out and took the towel on the side to wipe the sweat on his face, and asked Wang Ming, as his voice fell, Wang Ming smiled, and then briefly described his mother's condition.

"Using Chinese medicine on time to recuperate, it will be a little troublesome to recover, and the recovery cycle is also very long, but I finally saw it in time, the problem is not big, I will mix some soup out to assist in the past two days, it's okay."

Looking at his father Wang Zheng, who fell silent, Wang Ming opened his mouth to comfort, and as his voice fell, Wang Zheng also nodded.

"Everything at home is on the right track, after the house is built, including decoration and various household appliances, I have also paid the deposit, and when I come back next time, it may be the New Year, although it is only a few months, but everything at home will fall on your shoulders again."

The father and son entered the small courtyard, and Wang Ming spoke again, because of the limited time, many things were rushed together and were in full swing.

"It's okay, you can do your own thing outside with peace of mind, here at home, don't worry too much about it in the future, I also figured it out, what man's dignity is fake, and it is the last word to let his wife and children live a good life, and when I need it in the future, I won't be polite to you anymore, who let me have such an excellent good son, your mother, I'm always worried that you don't have a good life outside, and it's not easy to make money."

Wang Ming also smiled helplessly at what his father Wang Zheng said, and after the two chatted a few words again, as Wang Zheng stood up and continued to go to the backyard to help, Wang Ming also stood up, bored, and recalled Malan Ramen, a franchise store that had become a behemoth.

Kaixian County as a second-level county in the southeast province, the population is nearly one million, here is located in a slightly remote area, mainly to crops as the main source of income, per capita income and consumption level, there are some deformed states, the main circulation of the catering trend, but also mostly snacks and a variety of pasta-based, good quality and low price, and therefore, Malan ramen this fast food for the mainstream of the restaurant, occupies a larger share of the market.

Retracting his thoughts, seeing that everything at home was going on in a tense and orderly manner, Wang Ming breathed a sigh of relief, saw that the time pointed to the direction of twelve o'clock, groaned slightly, stepped on the three-wheeled motorcycle again, and walked towards the town.

There are more than a dozen villagers who help at home, and during the construction of the house, tobacco, alcohol and tea must be provided, and three meals a day will also be solved in Wang Ming's house, which is a natural rule formed in Daliutan, and the task of cooking naturally falls on Wang Ming.

Drove a motorcycle to the town suddenly, bought a large number of steamed buns, noodles and vegetables, Wang Ming bought pork and other meat, most of the rural people live frugally, except for the New Year's holidays, there are few meat-based dishes, and building a house is a physical work, only when you are full of food and drink, you will be more motivated.

Brought some tea and cigarettes back, after unloading the things, Wang Ming came to his mother's room, at this moment, as everyone left one after another, or there was not such a large amount of exercise for a long time, Yang Xia was a little tired, leaned on the quilt and closed her eyes slightly, breathing evenly, looking at her mother Yang Xia, who had already fallen asleep, Wang Ming showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, and then plunged into the kitchen.

The cauldron boiled water, the thick wood of the arm burned, and there was a crackling sound from time to time, in front of the board, Wang Ming held a piece of pork in his hand, and the sharp No. 2 mulberry knife in his hand fell and cut it into small pieces, and then, quickly chopped up, the pork was split into two parts, half of it was chopped into meat filling, and the other half was cut into small pieces by Wang Ming.

With Wang Ming's skillful control of knife skills, it didn't take much energy to cut these big pot rice with no technical content, and after a while, looking at the boiling water in the pot, Wang Ming put the cut pork belly in.

"This kid is not idle every day, what do you eat?"

The figure of the mother appeared at the door of the kitchen at some point, looking at the raw materials that had been cut and matched on the board, with a smile on her face, she asked Wang Ming, and then, sitting down next to the stove, pushed the wood that had almost burned to the end into the stove again.

"Fried noodles, stewed meat and stewed vegetables, and some steamed buns, it should be enough to eat."

Wang Ming said with a smile, took out the white pork in the pot, rinsed it with cold water, put it aside to control the water for later use, and then, after soaking the vermicelli, quickly cleaned up the cauldron and poured water.

The cauldron in the kitchen is divided into two fire eyes, the main fire is in front, and the stove is below, and the position of the secondary fire is close to the wall, also known as the second pot, the fire eye is burned through the stove below the main fire, and at the same time of exhaust smoke, there will also be a part of the flame absorbed into the second pot near the chimney.

In the stove, the fire is blazing, after the lid of the cauldron is closed, the second pot is also cleaned out by Wang Ming, after adding a little clear oil, put in half a spoon of sugar, and start to fry the sugar color, the effect of sugar color, the first can replace the soy sauce color, and the second, it can also make the pork belly no longer fatty.

The temperature in the pot slowly rises, the sugar begins to melt when heated, and the small bubbles continue to stir in the second pot, with the continuous stirring of Wang Ming's right hand spoon, the color gradually begins to yellow, and later, it even begins to be a little burnt black, at the same time, a faint paste fragrance comes out, Wang Ming is extremely fast, and the pork belly that controls the clean water is quickly poured into it, and the hand spoon stirs rapidly, accompanied by a burst of snorting sounds, the pork belly will be the sugar color in the pot, most of which are evenly wrapped on the body.

"What does this smell like, why does it feel a little mushy?"

Mother Yang Xia sniffed lightly at the tip of her nose and asked Wang Ming, and as her voice fell, Wang Ming shook her head with a smile, and when she said the key points and functions of frying sugar, Yang Xia was also stunned, and then glanced at the pork belly that was still **** fried in the pot with expectation.

After the pork belly was fully fried with sugar, Wang Ming threw the green onions, ginger and cinnamon prepared on the side into the small iron pot, stir-fried again, and poured an appropriate amount of water into the pot, so that it just submerged the pork belly in the pot, and then added a small amount of thirteen spices, refined salt, chicken essence, and a little noodle sauce, and covered the lid of the second pot.

After finishing the small stew, while it was still churning in the pot, the steamed buns in the cage drawer were also put into the cauldron by Wang Ming, and heated by the heat in the pot.

The temperature of the flame is not easy to control at home, Wang Ming finished this, his eyes fell on the stove of the homemade honeycomb briquettes on the side, and after a moment of silence, he put the wok on top.

"This kid is so nimble with his hands and feet, compared to before, it's like two people."

Yang Xia had relief on her face, reached out and put some more firewood in the pot, as if talking to herself, looking at Wang Ming's gaze, there was softness.

Above the small honeycomb coal stove, as the temperature in the pot slowly rises, after injecting the bottom oil into it, a few large ingredients are added, and the oil temperature rises, and it gradually deepens into a charred black color.

"Shrappt."

The chopped pork belly was put into the pot, accompanied by a burst of snorting sound, Wang Ming used a hand spoon to stir constantly, gradually, with the low heat stir-fry, the big oil in the pork belly was also slowly fried out, exuding bursts of fragrance at the same time, Wang Ming took the noodle sauce on the side, added it to the pot, and slowly stirred along the bottom to prevent it from sticking to the pan.

The noodle sauce in the pot gradually bubbled, and with the bubbles rising, a faint flavor of sauce slowly spread in the kitchen.

After adding a little sugar and sesame oil, Wang Ming groaned slightly, put in a small amount of edible alkaline noodles, and slowly stirred them as the heat rose.

"How do you fry this, and you have to put alkaline noodles? Any tips? ”

As if to learn a hand from her son, Yang Xia's expression was very serious, looking at the churning fried sauce in the pot, when she looked up, her eyes fell on Wang Ming, and she asked, and as her voice fell, Wang Ming smiled.

"The noodle sauce here at home is relatively thin, and if you put some alkaline noodles, it can make the acidic substances in it be broken down faster, and at the same time, it can also make the noodle sauce more viscous during the boiling process."

Watching the noodle sauce in the pot gradually thicken, after adding a little chili rice, Wang Ming turned off the flame, and then sprinkled a layer of chopped chives and covered the lid.

Without the slightest pause, looking at the ripe small stew in the second pot, with a little dark red stew spreading a strong fragrance, there is a shallow layer of oil flowers floating on the soup inside, constantly churning slightly, Wang Ming put the cut Chinese cabbage, tofu skin, and several kinds of hometown specialties of wild vegetables into it, add a little bottom and soy sauce, and then put it into the pot to simmer.

With the passage of time quietly, in the kitchen, a stream of fragrance that makes people's stomachs rumble is constantly wafting out of it, stimulating people's taste buds, and also making many people who work raise their heads.

"What does it smell like? It smells so good. (To be continued.) )