On a rainy day, the wind is howling. In a small inconspicuous restaurant, there is a slightly rickety figure busy in the bright back kitchen of less than 30 square meters. Under the light, a strand of white hair is so conspicuous.

There was already a pot of boiling water on the stove making a gurgling sound, slices of fat and thin pork belly were cut into slices and neatly stacked on the board, and the onions and garlic were also cut into small pieces and prepared, even though it was a kitchen, it looked so clean and tidy.

"Baorou, is the dish ready?" A loud voice came from outside, "The guest ordered back the pot meat!" ”

Gong Baorou raised her head, looking tired, but still reluctantly replied: "It's okay right away." ”

The hoarseness of her voice made Gong Baorou feel like coughing, but she immediately held back.

The slices of meat are poured into boiling water, along with chopped onions, garlic and ginger peppercorns. When the aroma of meat gradually came out, Gong Baorou quickly picked up a piece, sniffed it, and estimated that it was already six or seven minutes cooked, and then satisfactorily scooped up the meat and ingredients together and put it aside. The boiling water has already floated a layer of foam, with an oil star. Gong Baorou's hand caressed the board, and there was a whole radish and a circle of winter melon on it. Winter melon and radish should be cut freshly so as not to affect the taste.

The silver kitchen knife is like a toy, as light as nothing in Gong Baorou's hands, but in a few tens of seconds, the radish and winter melon are sliced and put into the pot, plus a little salt and monosodium glutamate, this is a good pot of "even pot soup".

Closing the fire, Gong Baorou took a sip of the soup, the fresh and mellow taste echoed between the lips and tongue, and the heat warmed up to the lower abdomen, bringing some warmth in the harsh winter.

"Back to the pot meat! Why is it not good! The voices outside were already very impatient.

Gong Baorou was not in a hurry, and responded lightly: "It's good right away!" ”

Poured a little oil into the wok, heated, Gong Baorou copied the handle of the pot with her left hand, slowly rolled the oil to one side of the pot wall, then turned the heat to low, poured out the oil in the pot, and poured some cold oil again.

The oil temperature gradually rose, Gong Baorou suddenly and quickly picked up the meat that had been put aside a long time ago, and poured it into the pot with a "swish", almost instantly, the meat entered the oil, making a "swish" sound, and the meat was fragrant. Gong Baorou's movements were very fast, stir-frying on high heat, the surface of the meat slices gradually turned golden brown, and the sides began to roll up.

She seemed to be very familiar with the kitchen, her eyes did not squint, and all kinds of tools and spices were at her fingertips.

Bean paste, sweet noodle sauce, a little soy sauce and sugar.

Gong Baorou finally added some dried tofu, sprinkled a little salt and chicken essence, grabbed a handful of green and red pepper shreds, and waited until they were broken, quickly shoveled them up with a spatula, and slowly put them into a white-edged porcelain plate.

Put away the fire and finish.

Gong Baorou picked up a piece of brightly colored meat with chopsticks and put it in her mouth. The unique taste, fresh and fragrant, with a little spicy, fat but not greasy, can easily arouse the appetite of diners. This is the famous back pot meat.

"Is it all right?" One man broke into the kitchen, "The guests are waiting impatiently!" ”

It was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy who came, dressed in ordinary clothes.

Gong Baorou calmly put down her chopsticks: "Okay, let's take it out." ”

The man endured it for a while, picked up the plate indignantly, and scolded in a low voice as he walked: "I steal food again, I really don't know why I want to invite such a person." ”

It's a small sound, but it's harsh in a quiet kitchen.

Gong Baorou didn't realize it and stopped him: "Bring out the soup too, it's best to drink a little hot soup before eating this day." ”

The young man's eyes widened: "I urged you so much, and you actually stewed a soup in it?" ”

Gong Baorou did not answer, but began to tidy up the kitchen on her own.

The boy slammed the door and left, carrying back the pot of meat and a bowl of soup, and his footsteps could be heard hurrying away.

Gong Baorou finally had time to calm down and enjoy her own loneliness alone. Even if the young man in the back came to urge, Gong Baorou ignored it.

Late at night, the people who come to eat gradually disperse, maybe going home, or running to another dinner and date, there is always a figure coming and going under the colorful neon lights.

Gong Baorou had already fallen asleep, but suddenly a flash of lightning woke her up from her dream. She snapped her eyes open, and there was no sparkle in them. It took a long time for her rapid breathing to calm down, and her heartbeat slowly stabilized, and she had to get up and walk to the toilet after tossing and turning.

The way to the toilet is through the hall, and the owner's room is on the second floor of the hall, where the lights are still on. The ghost sent the gods, Gong Baorou walked over against the wall, her steps were very light, and the conversation coming from it was clearly heard in the quiet night.

"Dad, I don't care about the rest of you, but why did you keep that woman, do you know that she made a dish today? There was also a pot of soup! It's made of ours! The boy's voice was full of anger and dissatisfaction.

The answer was an old voice, with a soothing and smiling smile: "So, what is the evaluation of the dish she made today?" ”

The boy choked: "It's okay, it's not bad." ”

The boy's father said, "That dish must be delicious, and the guests want to order it again, right?" That bowl of soup also made the guests very satisfied, right? ”

"How do you know?"

The boy's father smiled: "Because I know her, the dishes she makes are really delicious, although it is not unmatched, but it is also endless." ”

The boy was not so angry, but he was still a little dissatisfied: "Then she can't just cook one dish!" ”

"You don't understand, if she doesn't cook a single dish, I won't talk about her."

"That's how we raised her?" The teenager was in disbelief.

"Of course not," said the boy's father meaningfully, "and we earn as long as she cooks one dish a day." ”

The young man thought thoughtfully: "Then why didn't you sue me before?" ”

"She doesn't like to talk about her identity everywhere, otherwise she will only be nested in such a corner? There are countless people looking for her, and she is also hiding from countless people. The boy's father patted him on the shoulder and said vaguely, "If I hadn't been kind to her a few years ago, she wouldn't have come to me." ”

"Then I won't have to treat her well in the future?" The young man's voice gradually lowered, but Gong Baorou didn't want to listen anymore, she took a few steps back and walked outside.

Looks like we're going to have to change places after a while.

Thinking so, she turned on the faucet in the bathroom and prepared to wash her hands.

After more than twenty years of hiding, she was tired.

Gong Baorou shook off the water in her hand, unaware that the thunder in the sky was getting louder and louder. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck down, and before she could scream, Gong Baorou's eyes were dark, and she had lost consciousness.