This is the last time!

Luo Jiazhen looked at the tools in front of him to make iron pot eggs, and his eyes couldn't help but turn red. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The making of iron pot eggs not only requires a long period of training, but most importantly, the iron pot also needs to be customized, which he inherited from his father and carried his entire childhood.

But today, his little shop is closed, where will these things go?

Thinking of the fate of the iron pot after a hundred years, the tears in Luo Jiazhen's eyes deepened.

That's it!

Wiping away his tears, Luo Jiazhen walked out of the back kitchen with a rag and an iron pot.

Today, he's going to be a traitor again!

"Young man, little girl, do you want to come in and see how the iron pot eggs are made?" Luo Jiazhen walked out and asked with a smile.

"Is that okay?" Su Xiaohui jumped up.

Such a delicious iron pot egg, she is still the first time to eat it, looking at the way Xu Yi ate just now, he also likes it very much, if he can learn it, he can make it for Xu Yi to eat in the future!

Thinking that he could show his hand in front of Xu Yi in the future, Su Xiaohui was indescribably excited.

"Come, come in."

Luo Jiazhen waved his hand and went into the kitchen again, and Su Xiaohui jumped into it too.

If you want to be curious, Xu Yi is there.

But he didn't have the idea of being a cook, even if the iron pot eggs did make him feel delicious, but it didn't make him turn from a diner to an apprentice.

This snack bar is less crowded, but it is also quiet.

He could still chat with Su Xiaohui just now, but now that Su Xiaohui has entered the back kitchen, he is the only one in the entire snack bar, and there is no wifi around, so he can only sit dry.

Even if he was reluctant, Xu Yi still stood up and followed Su Xiaohui into the back kitchen.

As soon as he entered, Xu Yi felt like he was traveling through time and space.

In addition to the tiles on the wall in the whole back kitchen, he could hardly find a modern thing, the stove was made of yellow mud, and the shape looked more like a chimney emitting exhaust gases from the factory, not to mention the large area of this chimney, but the caliber was only the size of a bowl.

The southernmost side is neatly placed with honeycomb coal, and it can be seen that the fuel for this kitchen is coal, and if the above two are enough to make people shine, then the most surprising thing is the bellows of the stove.

To be honest, Xu Yi doesn't know when the bellows withdrew from people's lives, but in his memory, this thing was only used by his grandparents when he was five or six years old.

Although it is a tool to fan the flames, it is more playful in his eyes than practical, such as the lever, which emits wind from the exhalation port below every time it is pulled.

But it doesn't matter, the important thing is that in the 21st century, even the small vendors with carts use gas stoves, and this snack bar actually uses coal!

And in the interval between Xu Yi's observations, Luo Jiazhen had already cracked the eggs in the bowl and began to stir them with chopsticks.

"Uncle, the cost of your charcoal fire is high!"

In his previous life, he was very fond of things with age, and after writing novels, he often went to museums, and under the influence of history, he liked things more and more with age, which was if it was in his previous life, he would definitely hand the old man a cigarette.

"The cost is high, but this iron pot egg is only authentic if it is made with charcoal fire, and the gas will lose its original taste." Luo Jiazhen stirred the egg mixture and added the ingredients, "I have been making iron pot eggs for 60 years, and from my grandfather's generation, iron pot eggs used charcoal fire. ”

"You've been doing it for sixty years?" Su Xiaohui exclaimed.

Luo Jiazhen smiled bitterly, "You guys are a coincidence today, if you come a few days late, you just want to eat, and you can't eat such authentic iron pot eggs." ”

"Is this going to be closed?"

Luo Jiazhen took a deep breath and glanced at Su Xiaohui, poured the stirred iron pot egg in his hand into the pot, and did not answer, but his hand that stirred the egg liquid was trembling.

The golden egg liquid was constantly stirred, forming a small whirlpool in the pot, and the memory was like golden ripples in the pot, which was also stirred.

As a child, he stood next to his father and watched his father use his thick arms to stir the egg wash in the pot tirelessly until it condensed out of the pot.

But at that time, he didn't like iron pot eggs, and he didn't like his father.

People in the fifties and sixties, walking the streets and alleys to sell, will be regarded as the ninth class, no social status, the father is an honest person, never know anything, he sometimes sees someone shouting from a distance will obediently stop the father will be very embarrassed.

But my father didn't care, as long as someone shouted, he would stop the car, set up a small pot, and put the raw materials of the iron pot eggs that had been prepared into it, and make a pot for others.

Day after day, year after year.

Whether it is spring, summer, autumn and winter, or the cold and summer, my father will use the pedal car to go to the most prosperous alleys to sell iron pot eggs, in fact, think about it, he is still very happy.

Because he can eat eggs every day, boiled, fried, scrambled, whenever he wants.

Later, when he grew up and his father was old, he could no longer ride a car or sell iron pot eggs, but many old customers came to visit the house, and sometimes they would give them more money to subsidize the family.

He didn't want to sell iron pot eggs for the rest of his life like his father, so he learned from others to go out, but he was deceived by his most trusted brother, not only lost his savings, but also owed a lot of debt.

In order to pay off his foreign debts as soon as possible, he could only learn from his father how to make an iron pot.

From the beginning when he could only make black and hard pimples, to now he can easily control the charcoal fire and make iron pot eggs that can melt in the mouth of diners, and he has boiled it for two years.

To this day, he often remembers the first time he lit a fire, the first time he saw a diner with a happy face, and the first time he was surrounded by people at the mouth of the alley to buy iron pot eggs.

But how could it be that in the blink of an eye, those who used to like to eat iron pot eggs left quietly?

The craftsmanship has not changed, the people have not changed, it has become, it's just the cost.

The cost of iron pot eggs is getting higher day by day, and the number of repeat customers is getting fewer and fewer day by day.

He also thought about using gas or natural gas to make it, so as to save costs and reduce the price of iron pot eggs, but for some reason, no matter how much he tried, he just couldn't make the taste of the past.

Maybe people will be stubborn when they get old, just like when his father insisted on refusing to increase the price of iron pot eggs, he also didn't want iron pot eggs to lose their authentic taste.

The past replayed in Luo Jiazhen's mind like a movie, but the movements in his hands did not stop because he thought of the past, on the contrary, at that moment of distraction, the heart, hand, and spirit reached a perfect fusion, and sixty years of skill were brought into full play at this moment.

The egg liquid in the pot gradually showed a dark golden color, and a thin layer of egg film appeared on the surface, under the continuous heating of the furnace fire, the film was constantly jacked up, and then pressed down in the stirring, so repeatedly, people can't help but worry about whether the egg liquid at the bottom of the pot will be broken in the next second.

Slowly, the bottom of the pot began to make a snorting sound, and the mouth-watering aroma began to waft out.

After a few more minutes, looking at the almost, Luo Jiazhen held a rag in one hand and stretched the iron pot, and quickly turned the iron pot eggs out of the pot with the other, and quickly adjusted the juice in a few seconds after cooling.

Out of the pot!

Looking at the iron pot eggs he made, Luo Jiazhen couldn't say how happy he was, so he didn't notice the mobile phone put down by the young man standing behind him, let alone the only video in the young man's hand was the iron pot egg he made just now.

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