Despite my efforts to calm myself down, when I returned to my lodgings and lay down, I dreamed of my parents again. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

I don't have any siblings, so my parents doted on me and never had high expectations or expectations for me. They just want me to grow up healthy and normal, and to become a kind person with a sound personality and be able to achieve happiness.

My parents are very kind people, but now it seems that fate will not necessarily give you more favor because of your kindness. Fate is fair, and fairness often comes with a hint of ruthless coldness. The god of fate gives everyone the same number of opportunities and misfortunes, good and evil.

The only difference lies in the inner identity and choice of individual human beings.

The memories are very rich, and they flow in my dreams every day like a marquee. I never cried in my dreams, because the memories were so real, as if I was still with them, as if they had never left.

It is often when we wake up from a dream that we realize that we have been separated forever, and only then will my heart suddenly tremble, and I am so sad that I can't help myself.

When I woke up in the afternoon, I started boiling red beans, wrapping rice balls, and starting to stew meat.

I asked Lichun that as long as it was "stewed meat", I used my phone to open the app commonly used by food lovers and chose a recipe with the highest rating of braised pork from it.

It just so happened that Lichun bought pork belly. Cut the pork belly into small pieces, blanch it in a pot, pour in cooking wine, boil the blood and rinse it with water. Put oil in a wok, stir-fry the dried chili, pepper, star anise, green onion, ginger and garlic until the fragrance is fragrant, and then add the pork belly and stir-fry it until the color turns yellow.

Then it's time to fry the sugar, put a small amount of peanut oil and rock sugar in the wok, slowly fry it over low heat until it is jujube red, put in the pork belly, add the soy sauce diluted with water, and slowly fry until the color of the sugar and meat is completely uniform.

At this time, it stands to reason that it is necessary to transfer to the casserole and cook it slowly, but this time the amount of meat is relatively large, and the casserole can't fit at all, so I directly used the largest iron pot, added water to cover the pork belly by one centimeter, and slowly collected the juice over low heat.

The thick soup bubbled and gurgled in the pot, and the smell of meat filled the entire kitchen, and even Lixia was attracted to it.

Lixia poked out half of his head from the door, and found that it was me in the kitchen, looking like he wanted to say something, and planned to retract his head.

I beckoned to him, "Lixia, I'm a little unsure, you come over and give it a taste, see if the guests will like this taste?" ”

Lixia was awkward for a few seconds, but walked in and took the soup spoon I handed over.

On the spoon is a piece of pork belly that has been stewed until it is ripe.

Probably the first impression of meeting was not good, and Lixia was the fiercest to me among several people. But half a month has passed, and the atmosphere between us has eased somewhat, especially after I worked part-time as a boring cook, although Lixia is still a tsundere Lixia, I feel that he doesn't hate me so much.

Lixia filled the meat into his mouth, and I saw the instant burst of enthusiasm in his eyes. As a result, I suddenly felt confident that I would successfully complete today's task.

"How?" I asked.

"General." Rixia pursed her lips and threw the spoon at me, "It's for those stupid humans anyway, so it doesn't matter what you make it like." ”

"But I'm afraid we'll have to eat this for dinner." I looked at his expression and couldn't help but laugh. I feel that they are more interesting than humans, like some kind of single-celled creatures, they have no talent for "pretending" at all, and they are insincere.

"Okay." Lixia tried his best to make a gesture of "reluctantly", but probably he didn't feel that he was doing it well, so he said "hurry up, the master will be angry when it's late, I'll go get the jar", and then quickly ran away.

Out of nowhere, they got a lot of small clay pots about ten centimeters high. The shape of the clay pot is clumsy and rough, but the workmanship is very exquisite, and it should belong to the type with a strong sense of design from the perspective of modern art. I wasn't surprised that they were able to get a lot of clay pots with such fine workmanship, and don't forget, these are a bunch of guys who can even conjure up renminbi.

I carefully put the braised pork into clay pots, and they all came to help in Lichun, wrapping the clay pots in cut red silk. This is a gift for customers in the store, not a real gift between mother and daughter, so it is definitely not a gift for clothes, red silk has become an ornament and a symbol of good luck here.

Even the boss Hu Liqing couldn't help but praise the finished product, saying that this was the highest quality over the years.

In other words, has such a habit been going on for many years?

Just like when we met for the first time, I saw a fleeting loneliness in Hu Liqing's eyes.

I remembered what Lichun said when we were chatting before. In this kind of commemoration derived from the kinship between human beings, there is really nothing they can do. Their lives have been so long that the blood ties have faded to the point where they can't be weaker. In fact, most of them don't remember what their relatives were like, because when they cultivated as conscious spirits, the lives related to them had already passed away for hundreds or thousands of years.

So tomorrow is rain, and even if we shut down and don't dry up, there's nothing to celebrate. That's why the day before the closure is celebrated with gifts from guests.

It sounds faintly sentimental.

However, Lichun said that the boss Hu Liqing also commemorated this day in another way. That was many, many years ago, in ancient times. There was a person who said that he should go to the place where you were born and raised on this day to have a look, so he accompanied Liqing back to the ancient forest where she was born in her memory.

And what about later?

When I wanted to ask again, Lichun stopped telling me about it and told me not to mention such things in front of the boss, otherwise the boss would be angry and the consequences would be serious.

Many regular customers know this tradition of the bar and remember to give red silk and stew on rainy days, so there are a lot of regular customers today. For this year's gift, they gave special praise.

"This time it was made by Shining, it's so fragrant, our Shining is really a good guy!"

Gradually, I began to have some familiar customers.

"Where, where, you have won the prize, as long as you are happy!"

I was surprised that an introvert like me was able to answer and communicate with customers very comfortably.

During the conversation, I realized that it was only after receiving the stew gift here that many guests remembered to give the same gift to their parents the following year and the following year. For modern people, who are not short of material things, a can of stew, a piece of clothing, these are completely secondary. But to send these to your parents, you have to spend a lot of time together, and such time together has become a luxury in today's fast-paced world.

With a tray in my hand, I expertly weaved through the crowd and greeted the guests. Suddenly, my eyes were drawn to a special guest at the bar.