Smelling this fragrant breath, Qi Ling couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Uncle Zhao saw that she looked the same as Peach Blossom when she saw herself cooking when she was a child, she looked like a little gluttonous cat, and she felt more and more guilty about Peach Blossom in her heart.

It's been a few years, Peach Blossom hasn't eaten her own cooking, and in the past few years, what has this father done for his daughter?

Uncle Zhao shook his head secretly, and made up his mind that no matter what, he would get along with his daughter more in order to make up for the almost blank years.

He took a bowl from the cupboard next to him and scooped up half a spoonful of braised pork for Qi Ling to quench his hunger.

Qi Ling's favorite dish in modern times is braised pork, in fact, in her opinion, its taste is not as good as many dishes, but what Qi Ling likes is some of the feelings contained in this dish.

This dish is widely spread, and it is a dish that almost every household will make, and it is also the dish that Qi Ling's mother is best at.

Whenever Qi Ling was away from home for a long time, when he came home, his mother would make a bowl of braised pork, thick oil and red sauce, with rice, and he could eat two bowls.

In that bowl of braised pork, there is an unspoken miss between mother and daughter.

Now in this strange world, holding a bowl of braised pork again, the taste is different, but it still makes Qi Ling cry.

"Isn't it delicious?" Uncle Zhao saw Qi Ling's eyes red, thinking that it was because he had replayed too much of the seasoning just now, and it was not delicious.

Qi Ling wiped away a handful of tears, took the chopsticks and stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth, and chewed it in a big gulp, "No, it's so delicious, I've never eaten such delicious braised pork." ”

Hearing Qi Ling say this, Uncle Zhao finally relieved himself, he wouldn't comfort people, and he didn't know why Qi Ling suddenly started crying, he just silently scooped another spoonful of meat into her bowl.

"There's nothing left to help with, you go outside and eat first, I'll make the rest." Uncle Zhao was a little worried about Qi Ling.

Qi Ling nodded, she didn't want to cry next to Uncle Zhao, who was already a little depressed, it would easily affect his mood.

took a bowl of braised pork and sat silently at the dining table.

While eating, I thought about the bits and pieces I used to get along with my parents. Qi Ling never cared about her mother's nagging before, but she didn't expect that the nagging sounds that she used to be very irritable were already the voice she wanted to hear the most.

With this bowl of braised pork, Qi Ling wantonly vented his thoughts about his parents.

Gu Jinfeng originally wanted to come to the front yard to see how the food was doing, but he accidentally saw that in the main room, Qi Ling was sitting at the dining table crying sadly, and there was a bowl of braised pork in front of him.

Is this eating meat and crying?

Still, something sad.

He walked into the house, sat down beside Qi Ling, and silently patted her back with his hand, comforting her silently like a child.

Qi Ling saw that there was someone around him, and he was still the most familiar person when he came here, so he couldn't help it all of a sudden, threw himself into his arms, and cried even more.

"I really miss my parents, Gu Jinfeng, do you think I'm lucky or unlucky, so many people dream of crossing and smashing on my head, but I don't need it at all, woo, I really miss them, but I won't see them again......"

Qi Ling was lying in Gu Jinfeng's arms crying, tears and snot all stuck to the piece of clothing on his chest.

Gu Jinfeng actually didn't understand much, what is "crossing", what is it? But he could hear that Qi Ling was missing his loved ones.

It turned out that her background was similar to herself, and she was alone.

It's better to accompany them in the future, one person is inevitably a little lonely, and two people are just right.

Thinking of the days since Qi Ling came to his home, he even felt his heart full.

Qi Ling cried in Gu Jinfeng's arms for a long time, finally regained his composure, got up from his arms, and saw the crumpled clothes on his chest, Qi Ling was a little embarrassed.

He held up the bowl of braised pork in front of him, opened his eyes and asked, "That." Do you want to try Uncle Zhao's braised pork, which is particularly delicious. ”

Gu Jinfeng responded in a muffled voice, picked up a piece of braised pork with chopsticks, and nodded while eating: "It's delicious." ”

"I'll go and see how Uncle Zhao's rice is doing, you go and tell the people who built the house that there is fragrant braised pork waiting for them at noon, let them work harder."

Packing up his mood, Qi Ling became his former self again.

She knows that no matter what, she can't change the fact that she has come to this strange world, she can be sad, but after being sad, she has to start life again, which is what her parents want to see.

Gu Jinfeng saw that she had returned to her old spirit, and pulled the corners of her lips and said to her, "Don't you eat all the braised pork." ”

"Do you think I'm a rice bucket? Such a big pot, who would eat it alone! Qi Ling retorted.

This fight completely dispelled the sad atmosphere just now, but the hearts of the two were closer.

Qi Ling entered the firewood room again, and Uncle Zhao had already made another big mess stew, put it out and put it on the table.

Big messy stew, as the name suggests, is to stew all the seasonal vegetables into a big pot, and what you eat is a fresh word.

Uncle Zhao made potatoes, carrots, fungus, and cabbage inside, and it was steaming hot on the table, which looked appetizing.

There was only one egg and mushroom soup left, and Uncle Zhao asked Qi Ling to tear the mushrooms into strips, and Qi Ling couldn't understand why he didn't use the cut instead of tearing them.

Uncle Zhao explained to her that it would taste better after tearing it out, Qi Ling didn't understand why, but he still tore a big bowl of mushrooms carefully according to Uncle Zhao's instructions.

After Uncle Zhao carefully skimmed out all the miscellaneous foam, he first heated the pan with oil, fried the green onions, ginger and garlic to bring out the taste, then put in the mushrooms and stir-fried, and finally poured the broth into it.

Until the soup starts to boil, sprinkle the egg liquid evenly into the soup, because the water is boiling, so the moment the egg liquid enters the soup, it will be sprinkled in the water, and the soup is ready.

Qi Ling saw that Uncle Zhao made a lot of portions, so he set aside some of each portion and asked Uncle Zhao to take it home and eat it with Aunt Zhao and them.

Uncle Zhao didn't want it, but he was still stuffed into his hand by Qi Ling, he didn't want to meet the person who built the house, although it was normal for him to see Qi Ling now, but he still didn't dare to see so many people at once, so he left ahead of time.

From a distance, he heard Qi Ling shouting to open the rice, and he also heard someone praise that this big pot of rice is so fragrant, and Lao Zhao's skills are not reduced.