The cadres and comrades were waiting outside, and Lin Mingming's anxious cold sweat broke out.

He wanted to find someone to help with the cooking, but only he and Su Qingfeng were left in the back kitchen.

Su Qingfeng is younger than him, can he make such a hard dish?

He was still struggling in his heart, but suddenly heard the sound of a chopping board next to him.

I saw that Su Qingfeng had already begun to cut the pork belly into pieces, put it in a pot and blanch it to cool.

Then he put oil and stir-fried chives, ginger and garlic spices, like flowing water, adding a little cumbersome and a little less.

Lin Mingliang noticed that during the firing process, the seasoning that Su Qingfeng put in was different from Master Li.

He watched in horror.

I'm afraid it won't taste good.

However, for Su Qingfeng, this braised pork is not only Li Gen's specialty, but also his signature.

When the ginger and garlic were finished stir-frying, he put in the pork belly and stir-fried the pot, but he did not pour a lot of oil like Li Gen in this year, as people like big oil and big meat these days, but poured an appropriate amount.

According to his experience, pouring too much oil into the pan will result in a greasy taste at the end.

Inside the state-run hotel.

The cadre in the tunic was really anxious.

While waiting, he rolled up his sleeves from time to time, looked at the time on his watch, and looked at the door of the hotel many times.

But I don't know when it began, an alluring fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose.

The sweetness of the rock sugar when it is fried, the meat aroma of the pork belly, and the smell of various spices when they are fused......

Han Zhiming swallowed his saliva unconsciously, and finally couldn't help but step forward and asked cheekily, "Comrade, is my braised pork okay?" ”

In normal times, Chen Meilan would definitely laugh in her heart, this cadre couldn't hold her breath.

Isn't it just a bowl of braised pork?

It's like I've never eaten it.

Besides, this braised pork is stewed, isn't this cadre hungry and faint, and he misremembered the waiting time, right?

But now she has no time to care.

What is the origin of this Xiao Su master?

is also braised pork, why is it several times more fragrant than Master Li's?

Chen Meilan scratched her heart and lungs, and she couldn't wait to taste the dishes he made now.

It's easy to get past the waiting time.

When the braised pork was in her hands, Chen Meilan was relieved, and Han Zhiming was also relieved.

Today, his wife is 70 years old, and she wants to eat braised pork from a state-run restaurant, saying that the braised pork here is a must.

Now it seems that the old lady will indeed eat.

Han Zhiming carefully put the lunch box, straddled his long legs, pedaled the bicycle and left.

Just his back...... No matter how you look at it, I feel a little anxious.

Seven thirty.

It was the time when the master of the state-run hotel got off work.

Li Gen didn't know what to do, and he hadn't come back yet.

Su Qingfeng had no intention of waiting for him.

According to the unwritten rules, leftovers that have not been sold out in state-run restaurants can be packed and taken home.

Thereinto...... There is exactly half a pot of braised pork left.

Su Qingfeng didn't dislike anything, Lin Mingliang was even more grateful to him, and when he packed it, the big white rice was pressed and pressed, and he couldn't wait to press it into a stone.

Even this half pot of braised pork was eager to pour it all into Su Qingfeng's lunch box, and he refused to even leave the soup.

Su Qingfeng watched from the side, and his eyelids jumped.

"It's okay, it's okay, and if you pretend to do it again, you'll break the rules. I'll go first, and you guys should go back early. ”

Su Qingfeng waved his hand at them, and strode towards the night.

As soon as he left, Lin Mingliang and Chen Meilan jumped up and ran in the direction of the back kitchen.

Neither of them was thin, but they squeezed in through a doorframe.

I saw the two of them, rushing to the iron pot in unison, reaching out with a brush, and holding a piece of fat, trembling, soft and tender braised pork with chopsticks.

The braised pork is stewed at just the right time, and the fatty meat enters the mouth, which not only has a sense of satisfaction that melts in the mouth, but also has a glutinous taste when chewed carefully.

Chen Meilan and Lin Mingliang were silent, immersed in the wonderful enjoyment of this taste bud.

"Smack!"

Chen Meilan slapped her thigh violently, breaking the atmosphere.

She looked remorseful, "Oh, I should have left him before Master Su left." ”

Lin Mingming's cheeks were bulging, and his mouth was shiny and shiny, and he didn't care, "What are you staying?" ”

"My mother-in-law is going to hold a banquet recently, and there is just a shortage of masters, Master Su is just right!"

Lin Mingming's eyes were gloomy, and he said aggrievedly, "Sister Lan, why don't you want to think about me like this kind of good thing...... They are all masters, I am just a vegetable cutter, and I have a family to support. ”

Chen Meilan glanced at him up and down, quite disgusted, "When can you make such braised pork, I will come to you." ”

Lin Mingliang suddenly fell silent.

Seeing that there was only the last piece of braised pork left in the pot, Chen Meilan and Lin Mingliang glanced at each other, and their momentum was evenly divided.

At this time, a pair of chopsticks stretched out out of thin air and firmly clamped the last piece of braised pork.

Bah.

It's Li Gen's unique bar chirp when eating.

The anger burning in Lin Mingming's heart instantly shrank back.

After a moment of silence, Li Gen had an unpredictable expression on his face, "Xiaolin, this braised pork...... What did you do? ”

Lin Mingliang was agitated and sneered, "Master, can I have this ability?" It was made by the newcomer Master Su. ”

Call.

Li Gen breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but he only nodded lightly on his face, "That's the same." ”

He also thought that Lin Mingliang had learned a hand of braised pork from somewhere, and he actually compared him to his master.

It's okay, it's okay......

Wait!

Master Su?

Su Qingfeng!

Is it the braised pork he roasted?!

How old is he!

……

Su Qingfeng, who was walking in the town, of course didn't know how much shock he had brought to Li Gen with the braised pork he left behind.

When he came to a path, by the dim light, he vaguely saw an old man, squatting on the ground with a pipe, and occasionally taking a pouch of dry tobacco.

When he saw Su Qingfeng, the old man stood up abruptly and waved at him.

"Master? It's so dark, why did you get to town? “

Su Qingfeng walked closer quickly, looked at the old man, and first looked at it carefully before speaking.

The old man was nagged by his grandson, but he was not angry, and said with a smile, "Grandma is verbose at home, I don't like to listen to it, come to the town to see you." ”

This is a lie when you hear it.

But Su Qingfeng did not debunk it.

His smile was faintly real.

"Master, let's go, I brought back something good today, you have to taste it."

The old man walked at night, supported by his grandson, and his heart was ironed.

In the disaster year of that year, others said that such a fool was still lost, and let Su Laosi have another one.

At that time, their Su family was stunned and disagreed, and they were scolded by others as fools.

Now it seems that it is all fate.

This child will have a great future in the future.

I'm here to repay my kindness!