After a long time, Liang Jingyuan woke up. An Yue sat next to her. This is the third time, right? Liang Jingyuan thought to himself.

"You're awake, drink some decanting soup." An Yue immediately served the sobering soup on the table: "You are really, you have to drink hard if you can't drink it, it's hard to refuse, you can say that you have something to do with me." ”

"Sister An Yue is so good to me, I can't refute the face of your parents." Liang Jingyuan covered his head, his head was still dizzy.

"Let's go eat, the food is still hot, and grandparents have the habit of napping and have already slept."

The pleasant aroma of the braised pork, which is stewed just right, hits the brain through the nose. After taking a bite, the soft meat of the stew oozes out and mixes with the flavor of spices, which dissolves on the tongue and the rich flavor is stained into the cells. At the same time, I also noticed that the chewy braised pork made the jaw enjoy it.

"It's delicious!" Liang Jingyuan was still a little dizzy

"Grandma used to cook for the canteen of the unit, and her skills are good."

This is An Yue's grandmother suddenly walked over: "Young man, I like to eat and come often." ”

"Grandma, why did you wake up?"

"Grandma thinks you've forgotten a hot meal, get up and take a look."

It turned out that the meal was still hot, but An Yue was hot before she woke up.

"Grandma's craftsmanship is really good, I will definitely come when I have time." Liang Jingyuan tasted the delicious food made by Grandma An Yue.

"Xiao Liang, try this dish, this is grandma's signature, called mountain and sea delicacies."

"Grandma just needs normal home-cooked food, why do you need to prepare such expensive ingredients." Liang Jingyuan heard the words "delicacies from the mountains and seas" and thought that he had specially bought some very expensive dishes.

"Poof, little wish, grandma's delicacies of the mountains and seas are home-cooked dishes, and she makes the taste of the mountains and the sea for you to eat." An Yue covered her mouth and explained to Liang Jingyuan.

"The taste of the mountains and the taste of the sea?" Liang Jingyuan was a little puzzled.

"Mountains actually refer to some mountain vegetables, such as bamboo shoots and local chickens, most of the chickens are bought by farms now, and local chickens are not necessarily in the mountains, but ah, grandma likes to classify local chickens in the mountains. This bamboo shoot chicken soup is our family's mountain treasure. ”

"What about the sea? I didn't see any fish. ”

"Seaweed is also an algae in the sea, and this cold seaweed is our seafood."

Cut off the two ends of the bamboo shoots, wash the sand, cut into 3.3 cm long segments, remove the tendons and membranes of the chicken, smash the chicken with the back of the knife and put it in the bowl, add fine salt, stir the egg white, put in the lard and mix well, then add water starch and evenly, wrap the bamboo shoots one by one with the chicken minced and put them into the soup pot, pour the chicken fat after the soup boils, although the process is simple, the key is the use of seasoning and the control of the heat, if the grasp is not good, the bamboo shoots are easy to be bitter and astringent, and the chicken is also very particular when scalding, and the boiling water is scalded for a minute, and there is no umami of chicken after a long time. This kind of chicken soup tastes delicious, and has the crisp and tender flavor of bamboo shoots, and the chicken will not have the texture of dry firewood, and the soup will not be greasy. And cold seaweed, sweet and sour, suitable for rice.

"Grandma, your delicacies of the mountains and seas are not inferior to the traditional eight fresh." High-end cooking often uses simple ingredients to create delicious food. Liang Jingyuan felt delicious from the bottom of his heart.

"If you like it, eat more, winter solstice, come to the house to eat dumplings."

"Okay."

"Xiao Liang, what do you think of Yueyue."

"People are beautiful and kind-hearted, lively and cheerful, and they are the benchmark of good girls." Liang Jingyuan was a little drunk, and his stomach had already been pinched, so he praised An Yue without thinking too much.

The old woman was very satisfied when she heard this.

An Yue said hello to her grandparents after Liang Jingyuan finished eating, and took Liang Jingyuan back.

"You've hurt me." An Yue said after sitting on the main driver.

"Ah, there's nothing wrong with me." Liang Jingyuan made the co-pilot's seat at a 135-degree angle, and it was more comfortable to sit on it.

"Oh no, grandparents think you're my boyfriend."

Liang Jingyuan's wine suddenly woke up, stringing together everything that happened before, it turned out that the old man was testing his grandson-in-law when he asked, and An Yue gave himself a look to let himself explain it well.

"Why don't you tell them in a few days that we're breaking up?"

"Forget it, you can play my boyfriend this year, so that my relatives don't have to urge me to fall in love."

Without waiting for Liang Jingyuan to refuse, An Yue said to Liang Jingyuan in a hearty voice: "Anyway, you asked for it, you can't refuse me." ”

"Don't come into my room wait. I don't know how scary it is to get up and see someone of the opposite sex next to me. ”

"Isn't my sister pretty? Or my sister is a goblin who eats people and doesn't spit out bones. ”

"I'm a cultivator and I don't want to fall in love."

"Running away is often the most convenient option, but he can't solve any problems or help you get over any obstacles."

Liang Jingyuan covered his eyes with his hand: "I can't choose." ”

"Why?"

"It's okay anyway, as long as the woman I care about is still in my life. I can't do it right now. ”

"Then what kind of girl do you like?" An Yue held the steering wheel with her hand, shook down a little glass, and the cool wind blew in.

Liang Jingyuan looked at the scenery outside the window with the wind blowing: "The winter in Yanjing is too cold, if someone knits a scarf for me, I may like her." ”

An Yue saw Liang Jingyuan's neck with her afterglow and silently wrote it down.

After arriving at the house, An Yue took a little lard, noodles and chopped green onions and put them on the doorknob of Liang Jingyuan's house, and went out.

In a textile store, An Yue opened her mouth and asked the salesperson, "Hello, do you have any wool for knitting scarves?" ”

"Miss, what kind of yarn do you need?"

"Gray, if you want that kind of soft wool, it will be as warm as summer when you enclose it." An Yue wanted to weave Liang Jingyuan the most perfect scarf she thought.

"Your boyfriend is so happy, you would pick such a soft thread for him."

"Thanks, wrap these up."

An Yue was about to go out after settling the bill, but the salesperson stopped An Yue.

"Miss, you forgot to buy a knitting needle."

"Ah, I'm sorry, what kind of wool needle do you need to weave a little finer."

After buying everything, An Yue returned home and learned how to knit a scarf in front of the instructional video.

An Yue looked at the cumbersome tutorial and frowned at the knotted thread: "It's really difficult." ”

In the opposite house, Liang Jingyuan was woken up by a phone call.

"Mr. Liang, have you had a good time, right?" On the other end of the line was Moning's roar.

"What's wrong?" Liang Jingyuan still hasn't woken up a little.

"Give me an address, I'll take a taxi now, and I have to accompany the newcomer to rent a house tomorrow, I have to move out,"

Liang Jingyuan threw a position to Mo Ning, told her which side of the building and several floors, put a key in the shoe cabinet at the door, and continued to lie flat.