Since he had already been spared once, he did not go into the city for the rest of his life, and followed the woman into the thatched huts, and prepared to eat at her house.

Don't look at the old cow slowly, in the winding streets and similar thatched houses, after turning seven or eight turns, he found the woman's home.

For the rest of his life, he was already lost at this time, and he would never find a way out if he didn't fly alone.

It is said to be a home, but in fact it is similar to a cowshed, and the woman and her two children live with the cows under a thatched hut, where the kitchen and bed are located.

They were also housed by a locust tree, which grew in the center of the house, and after passing through the house, its bare branches spread out to cover the roof.

The year has just passed, and although the weather is too abnormal, it is now no different from early summer, but the old trees are not so quick to react, and the branches are just blooming with green buds.

After entering the house, the woman hurriedly brought out the only stool for the rest of her life to sit on, and then led the little girl to fetch water and wash the pots and pans.

The rest of the boy stood in front of Yu Sheng, happily carrying the eggs he bought, and was reluctant to put them down, but after seeing Yu Sheng staring at him, he immediately hid the eggs behind him and went backwards to find his mother, and eagerly suggested to his mother: "Mother, eat eggs, eat eggs, and make up for your body." ”

The little girl gave him a blank look, "I think you want to eat eggs, right?"

"Nonsense. The kid's retort blurted out.

However, in order to prevent him from being able to eat later, he stretched out his finger and gestured twice before saying, "I, I'll just eat like this." ”

The little girl ignored him anymore and buried herself in washing the pots and bowls, so as not to dislike these broken bowls for the rest of her life, and her mother directly snatched Song Xiaobao's eggs.

"Let the guests eat first. The woman said that this was the only food she could get her hands on in the house, and that the rest was either wild vegetables or bitter potatoes, which were difficult to swallow.

Song Xiaobao flattened his mouth, squatted in the corner of the wall with his little short legs, looked up at the sun, and sighed "hey".

The little dirt dog crouching at his feet made the same move.

Yu Sheng watched from the side and was stunned, if he hadn't seen him wearing open crotch pants, revealing something like a pumpkin petal, Yu Sheng would have thought he was an adult.

As soon as Yu Sheng was surprised, Song Xiaobao, who had just sighed, finally couldn't help it, he raised his head, took a deep breath in his stomach, and cried out "wow".

"I'm going to eat eggs, eggs. He cried and stomped his feet and kicked up the dust

The people in the thatched hut next to him were not surprised, and his mother did not take it seriously, and came to the stove with clean pots and pans.

There was a fixed pot on the stove, and when she opened the lid of the pot, she saw that there was still a lot of rice made of old rice and inferior rice.

On weekdays, these rice filled with pickles marinated in bitter potatoes are their meal, and they rarely eat eggs or anything, and only have the opportunity to eat them when they are sick.

The woman was just about to make room for the rice, when Yu Sheng stood up and said, "I'll cook." ”

The woman was startled, there were not many men cooking in the great wilderness, and there were even fewer noble sons like Yu Sheng cooking.

Yu Sheng took the spatula in the hand of the stunned woman, took out a few things from the small bag he was carrying, and said with a smile: "I brought something when I came out." ”

These things were redeemed into the bag by the system, and the system, which had not been opened for a long time and only opened twice after the rest of his life, sighed: "You really should come out and go around." ”

Otherwise, it feels like it's about to be forgotten.

Yu Sheng said disdainfully in his thoughts: "Strange blame, you are too useless." ”

"I'll make you a 'Yangzhou fried rice'. Yu Sheng ignored the system and took out the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar from the package and placed it next to the stove.

It was already a luxury for the woman to taste a hint of oil in every meal, and her eyes widened when she saw that she had taken out a small pot of oil for the rest of her life.

Not only that, but for the rest of his life, he was still taking ingredients outside, including eggs, chicken thighs, ham, fresh bamboo shoots, green peas, green onions and other more than ten kinds of ingredients.

Song Xiaobao, who was looking at this side at this time, also forgot to cry and stared blankly at the things in front of him for the rest of his life.

There were some of them that he had never seen before, like the ham, and some of which he had seen but never tasted, such as the chicken legs.

These things are delicious at first glance, Song Xiaobao swallowed his saliva to replenish the water lost from crying.

Yu Sheng took out a spoonful of lard and a bowl of soup made by the old hen at the end, and said with some pity: "Okay, that's all." ”

There is also a lack of some ingredients in the water such as shrimp, which makes Yangzhou fried rice a little imperfect, but who made him the son of the king of the Eastern Wilderness, there is a sacrifice.

"Only, these?" said the woman, looking at the full stove, and said to herself, if this was "only", then what would she usually eat?

The little girl looked at the bag for the rest of her life with envy, this thing is deflated, there are so many things in it, is it the legendary treasure chest?

"Alright. Yu Sheng asked the woman to step back, he took out the rice from the stove, poured the lard on top and stirred well.

In this way, the rice is not only distinct, but also tastes better.

The woman knew that she was not a novice when she saw the posture of the rest of her life, and hurriedly told the little girl to go and make a fire on the stove.

Yu Sheng poured oil into the pot on the stove, poured the rice into it without waiting for the oil to heat up, and then poured the beaten egg wash over the rice.

All that's left is stir-frying.

The woman stared at Yu Sheng's movements, and saw that he was also particular about stir-frying, and under the continuous stir-frying, each grain of rice was evenly wrapped with eggs.

"Goodong", Song Xiaobao, who stood on tiptoe to see, swallowed his saliva, and the rice at this time was already golden brown, bubbling with egg fragrance, which was very tempting.

Not only him, but also the neighbors on the left and right smelled the fragrance, and they all looked out of the thatched hut and looked in amazement at the rest of their lives busy on the stove.

For a while, the sound of swallowing saliva became the only sound besides stir-frying.

After each grain of rice is coated with gold and silver, the rest of the life pours the diced chicken thighs, ham, fresh bamboo shoots, green peas and other ingredients into the pot and continues to stir-fry.

The temptation of the rice in the pot immediately rose to another level, and the rice made of old rice and inferior rice became a fragrant glutinous rice at this time, and it was not comparable to the noble existence.

Song Xiaobao was already lying next to the stove at this time, holding his fingers in his mouth, and he didn't know that his saliva was flowing out.

As the rest of my life continues to stir-fry, the ingredients gradually change, moving closer to the golden color, and the aroma of various ingredients comes to my nose.

The smell of this meal wafted many streets away, and the people who lived in the thatched huts for a long time did not smell the smell of meat and could not taste the fishy smell were completely intoxicated.

The people who were holding the bowl of rice couldn't help but close their eyes and swallow the rice in their mouths, revealing a look of joy, as if they had eaten a rare delicacy.

After eating, the people who were about to go out to work also stopped, and they rubbed their stomachs, feeling that they were hungry again.

The girl and her brother standing by the stove drank their saliva as water, and their bodies were even more impatient, and as long as the rest of their lives got out of the way, they would pounce on it.

But the Yangzhou fried rice for the rest of his life was not good, so he poured the broth into it and raised the flavor of the rice to a higher level.

The street outside the thatched hut was now crowded with people, and some people sniffed and muttered, "That's how the food of God is, isn't it?"