There is a strange restaurant in the mountain town,

There's a silly chick in there,

Busy cooking at noon,

The aroma wafts through the town,

It's a pity that it never opened!

It's a pity that - never - no - open - open!

This is the most popular nursery rhyme sung by children in the mountain town recently, and I don't know who made it up, although it doesn't rhyme, but it's easy to remember.

The April sun was hazy in the mountain town, and a group of people came to a restaurant.

A large stove,

An iron pot,

An iron spoon,

A woman!

This is what everyone looks like.

The woman looked up at the sun, and the fire crackled under the big stove, and the oil in the pot was smoking.

Zra –

A handful of chili peppers were thrown in, and the spatula moved.

Zla – Zla –

It's like shredded potatoes measured with a precise scale into a pot.

The five-pound iron pot flew on the flames, and the slender woman held the handle of the iron pot and stirred it up and down.

Shredded potatoes fluttered in the air, like naughty children, trying to wrap the shredded peppers, but they couldn't swallow them completely.

Boom –

Drizzled a circle of balsamic vinegar, and the light brown balsamic vinegar stimulated the saliva of the surrounding spectators, and they all subconsciously swallowed their saliva.

Keep stir-frying

Fifty strokes, no more, no less!

I saw the thumb, index finger and middle finger of the left hand that did not move grasp a pinch of salt particles, rub them vigorously, and the salt particles twisted into fine powder floated into the hot pot.

Goo Dong - Goo Dong -

The aroma stimulated more saliva secretion, and everyone squirmed their noses vigorously to make the aroma flow more.

In three minutes, a plate of hot and sour shredded potatoes will be removed from the pan.

The terracotta brown plate unique to the mountain town looks so beautiful at this time, like a work of art.

No one dared to speak out, for fear that they would run away as soon as they spoke.

A bowl of ordinary white rice is available every day.

An egg is something that every hen will produce every day.

Pour a bowl of water into a hot pot.

The heat came out, enveloping the woman, and hazy her delicate features, which were even more beautiful and amazing, but no one dared to think about it.

Holding the iron pot in his right hand, he shook it from side to side, and then the hot water went into the large porcelain bowl of the earth dog next to him.

That waterline, many people have practiced but no one has done it so beautifully, so natural.

Oil was poured into the iron pot that had not dripped water, and green smoke came out.

If you throw the rice overnight, you can see the rice grains dancing.

This time, the woman ran the iron spoon over the rice grains, as if she wanted to press the disobedient rice grains back.

And so it grinds until every grain of rice dances independently,

Maybe she felt that Mi Li was too disobedient, and the woman grabbed the egg with her left hand.

Click-

As soon as the palm of the hand is forced, the egg cracks

The egg white protein fell into the pan and hit the back of the iron spoon.

Throw the left hand back, and the eggshell accurately enters the garbage basket not far behind him, that one-handed stunt is the children's favorite show, too handsome, isn't it?

The woman didn't seem to be affected at all by the child's exclamation.

The right hand, which had been holding the handle, began to move.

The iron pot began to fly again, and the iron spoon in his left hand joined in

Same fifty strokes, no more, no less!

The same operation, the difference is that this time it is the right hand, the pot does not move, the iron spoon is still moving, and the salt particles are also twisted into fine powder and floated into the pot.

Boom –

Boom –

Boom –

......

This time, even those who had been holding back joined the saliva production force.

A plate of golden fried rice, each grain is coated with egg wash, and the yellow fried rice sets off the clay bowl containing it not so rustic.

Look at the iron pot, it's as clean as everything just now is an illusion.

The two bowls of water were poured out when everyone was emotional.

The fire under the stove was already glowing orange, indicating that its mission was almost complete.

But at the end of its life, the water in the pot was boiling.

Throw in a few sprigs of washed greens, add a few salt particles, and drip a drop of sesame oil.

This kind of vegetable soup is made in every family, but the woman who makes it always makes people can't take their eyes off it.

The soup came out of the pot and the fire was extinguished

It seems that everything has been calculated, and the points are exactly right!

The woman took off her apron and put it on the stove.

In the basin next to it, I carefully scrubbed my hands.

A pair of jade-like slender jade fingers make people can't imagine the scene just now.

The soap bubbles covered all the goodness, and everyone sighed.

After the water washed away, everyone nodded, so it was reasonable.

Wiped clean with a white cotton towel, the woman calmly sat on the only stool next to the only table outside the restaurant.

Picked up the bamboo chopsticks on it and frowned, still not used to it.

Grab the fried rice and get ready to start the daily repetition of the thing - eat!

"Comrade, can you order food?"

The deep voice, mixed with a little hoarseness, should have not had a good rest for a long time.

The bamboo chopsticks in his hand were not put down, but his head was raised.

The man's eyes on the other side couldn't help shrinking, how could such a woman appear in the world?

Dressed in camouflage uniform, the mud on it has not dried up, even the face has mud spots, the left hand is hidden in the trouser pocket, and the dark color on the fabric can clearly tell that he is injured.

The military boots on the feet can no longer see the color, but the temperament of the whole body is like steel and iron.

In this way, the woman looked the man up and down for a full minute, and her brows became more and more furrowed.

"Zhong Zechen?!"

When the woman saw the red mole in the man's Adam's apple, she gently opened her lip flap and spit out three words.

It is both an interrogative sentence and an affirmative sentence.

"You know me?"

The voice is no longer thick, but tight.

"I don't know!"

The woman really didn't know him, only the mole.

"Want to eat?"

Look at the man's gaze staring at her bowl.

"Hmm!"

For the first time, a man had such a craving, a craving for food.

"Are you married?"

"Nope!"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Neither!"

"My name is Xia Qiqi!"

"Huh?"

"Your wife!"

Hiss –

Zhong Zechen felt that he hadn't come out of the miasma in the mountains and forests today, this was a dream.

"Are you still eating?"

It seems that the conversation just now was not said by Xia Qiqi, and her flat tone made people confused.

"Eat!"

Zhong Zechen was really hungry, hungry for three days and two nights.

"Eat first!"

He shoved the bowl into the man's right hand, then got up, put on his apron again, and lit the fire under the stove.

This time the speed is very fast, because Xia Qiqi only made egg fried rice, which is convenient for this tube to be full.

Zhong Zechen just looked at the woman with a bowl, he never knew that a woman's cooking could be so beautiful, and he forgot about hunger.

"Aren't you hungry?"

A large plate of egg fried rice was placed in front of Zhong Zechen.

"You eat this, give me the bowl!"

Zhong Zechen felt that his brain was not enough, and he had a feeling of obedience to the woman in front of him, and his body had made a decision earlier than his brain, and the bowl had been handed out.

"After eating, go check-in!"

After taking a bite of rice, Xia Qiqi spoke.

What???

"The restaurant will open tomorrow, but only if I complete the registration today!"

The crowd was excited.

"Auntie is here, I'll open it for you now!"

It's finally open!!!