"No matter what Chen Xianrong is, it's my fight with him, you are still young, don't get involved in this matter. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Even if you can endure the pain, can you guarantee that Chen Xianrong will not make a hindrance in it? If you die, how can you be worthy of your parents? How can you be worthy of your Aunt Yu?" Fang Dayuan's voice became louder and louder, and his chubby face also turned red.

Xie Chaoyu lowered her head, and in the end, she still didn't give up Fang Dayuan, when she was a child, if Fang Dayuan and Aunt Yu hadn't saved each other desperately, she would have died a long time ago. Therefore, Fang Dayuan is like a father to her. If he really wants to "invite the saint", Uncle Dayuan will definitely be the saddest.

As for Fang Hong, he has been left aside, and no one cares about him at all, which makes him a little embarrassed. I've come all the way to save people, what is your attitude?

"Lao Zhao, Agui, you stay with me, Uncle Zhong, you are alone with Miss and ...... Go with this little bunny. Fang Dayuan tapped his head with his fingers and said to the old servant.

"Yes, sir. Uncle Zhong nodded and made a gesture of please, Xie Chaoyu walked in front, Fang Hong was going to say a few words to his father, but Fang Dayuan left directly, and he didn't even look at him.

"Don't let me save you, you can play by yourself. "Fang Hong is not a good temper, he came all the way to save people, and even played a face on himself, and his little temper also came up.

Uncle Zhong led Fang Hong and the others into the backyard, but did not go out immediately, but entered the east kitchen.

"Young master, miss, I'm afraid you're hungry, I'll give you a bowl of noodles first. Uncle Zhong smiled, took an apron from the side, and tied it around his waist.

At this time, you can't go out, maybe there will be Chen Xianrong's people staring outside. It's better to wait for the master to make a disturbance outside, and it's not too late for them to go out again. They are afraid that they will have to run for a long time, which will take a lot of physical strength, and they will talk about it when they are full.

Xie Chaoyu was worried and couldn't eat, so he didn't speak. But Fang Hong's eyes lit up as soon as he heard this, this feeling is good, after they came out of Jiangning, it has been half a day, and they haven't eaten yet.

Uncle Zhong walked to the corner of the east kitchen, where there was a charcoal stove, and a small black pot was placed on top of the charcoal stove, which seemed to be burning something, making a gurgling sound.

opened the lid of the pot, Uncle Zhong stirred it twice with a big iron spoon, and there were churning bones inside, looking like this, it should be pork bone soup, the soup was as white as milk, with a hint of hooking fragrance, desperately drilling into your nose.

"It smells so good. Fang Hong took a deep breath, feeling like his saliva was about to flow out. This pot of soup should be stock, and it should be boiled long enough to be strong enough.

Uncle Zhong smiled, lifted the black pot high, and the soup hung upside down like a waterfall, rolling into an iron pot on the stove, and the soup swirled in the pot, but not a drop was splashed out, obviously the control of the strength has been perfected.

He went under the stove again, stirred the pot a few times, and when some sparks came out, he stuffed a few clumps of hay into it, and soon the hay was burned, and he took the opportunity to put some firewood and branches in it, so that the fire burned even more.

Seeing that the fire was raging, Uncle Zhong covered the pot, drew a wide-backed kitchen knife from the side, and picked up a piece of bacon jerky and a few shutters.

The bacon jerky is smoked from pork belly, and the appearance is smoked to a little black, but after cutting, the lean meat is red, and the fat is crystal like crystal, which looks particularly gluttonous.

Uncle Zhong carried the knife up and down, cutting a whole piece of bacon into more than a dozen slices of meat, almost each piece was the same thickness, and there was no half of the mud and water, which shows that his kung fu is very powerful.

After cutting the bacon, it began to prepare to cut the shutters. Shutters, in fact, are bean skins, each as thin as paper. Uncle Zhong stacked several shutters on top of each other and cut them into long strips, each one a foot long and a finger wide.

After the soup boiled, Uncle Chung put the slices of meat in the pot and simmered. Lap-mei is relatively dry, so it is best to use it for stewing or steaming.

Once the slices of meat are cooked thoroughly, the noodles are placed in the pot. This noodle is a dry noodle that is pulled into shape and then dried, so it can be stored for a long time without losing its flavor.

Once the noodles are in the pot, it's almost time to eat. When it was about to come out of the pot, Uncle Zhong put a hundred shutters in it and put a small spoon of salt.

There is no need to put oil, because the broth is originally pork bone and meat soup, plus there is bacon in it, if you add more oil, you will get tired.

"It's so fragrant, I'll serve it myself. Fang Hong was a little impatient, and picked up the chopsticks and was about to go to serve noodles, but was stopped by Uncle Zhong.

"You kid is hairy, what kind of work can you do?" Uncle Zhong snatched the chopsticks from Fang Hong's hand, and copied them into the soup like lightning, and a ball of noodles was clamped, and with a slight flick, it fell into the sea bowl, which looked light and light, and it was also pleasing to the eye.

Then, he scooped the pot with an iron spoon, and in the spoon was not only the fragrant soup, but also the bacon slices and shutters, and poured them all into the bowl and covered the noodles.

"Eat. Uncle Zhong handed the bowl to Fang Hong, then picked up two more sea bowls and filled one bowl for himself and Xie Chaoyu.

"Suck and suck. Fang Hong was not afraid of being hot, he swallowed it in a big gulp while holding the bowl, the noodles and the soup were mixed and poured into the mouth, the soup was delicious, the noodles were tough, and it was particularly refreshing. After taking another bite of bacon, Uncle Zhong deliberately cut the meat thicker, but the stew was relatively rotten, and it tasted salty and fragrant but not half fat.

Fang Hong's eating appearance not only made Uncle Zhong smile, but also made Xie Chaoyu have a little more appetite, and he also ate it.

"Why are you always looking at me?" Fang Hong ate a bowl of noodles to the bottom, and when he looked up, he found that Uncle Zhong was staring at him. This made him a little confused, so he asked.

"You really look like your mother, especially the way you eat, your mother also liked to eat like this when she was a child. Uncle Zhong sighed with emotion, and his eyes showed a little remembrance.

"Have you seen my mother?" Fang Hong was a little interested, when he was very young, his mother died, and he only had a vague impression of his mother.

"Not only have I seen it, your mother was brought up by me, and she was naughty when she was a child. When you grow up, you have countless ghost ideas, and your father was about to die of a headache at that time. Uncle Zhong grinned, lowered his head and ate a few bites of noodles.

"That's kind of interesting. Fang Hong also smiled, his father was the most old-fashioned, and having such a daughter-in-law was enough for him to drink a pot.