Chen Nian waved his hand as soon as he heard this: "Sister, I'm not happy to think about it. My brother-in-law should be unhappy when he heard this."

Unexpectedly, the eldest sister waved her hand: "What's wrong with him? Last night, he told me to teach my children with your method. As a result, the child did his homework seriously every day when he went back. The teacher praised him and said that he would invite you to have a meal at home when he had time."

Chen Nian smiled and said, "It's fine if it's useful, but I'll go there to buy vegetables first and come here for a walk another day."

"Okay, go, if you have time, tell your elder sister, you must thank you very much,"

Listening to the sound of greetings around him, Chen Nian felt so kind.

I really need too many ingredients in the store now, so I can’t come and buy it myself.

Otherwise, I would be in a happy mood all day long when chatting with these elder brothers and sisters.

Then Chen Nian went to buy more than ten kilograms of tenderloin. Originally, Brother Liu wanted to drive back, but Chen Nian didn't agree. He went out to sweep a shared bicycle and rode back.

Although the dozen pounds of meat are a bit heavy, I haven't ridden a bicycle for a long time. I felt good after riding it this morning.

The core of the waist and legs is still as powerful as ever.

After returning to Honghong Hotel, Chen Nian began to prepare today's breakfast.

I made soy milk and made tofu brain. And because of my happy mood, Chen Nian also put a ball of dough on it and left it aside to wake up and planned to use it for breakfast.

When He Sen arrived, Chen Nian directly asked He Sen to make noodles with scallion oil for breakfast. Now He Sen's problem is to knead the dough. If he takes good care of the dough, He Sen is fully capable of dealing with it.

As for the step of boiling scallion oil, I see that I do this kind of work that is not very technically high every day. Even if I am stupid, I should learn it.

But after a while, Chen Nian suddenly saw an acquaintance. Although the other party hadn't come to eat it several times, his identity still vividly remembered it.

Wu Qiufang is a professor at Sichuan Normal University.

I met Mr. Che Bo, the interview department director of West China Daily, and I also went to Chen Mapo tofu shop with Mr. Che Bo and ate several times.

When I first came, I ate Mapo tofu, which tasted very authentic. I was shocked at that time.

But when Chen Nian saw that the other party came this time, he was following an old man. He was tall and gray, but his overall spirit looked very strong (jue two tones) and (shuo four tones).

"You don't know that I can't eat these things from the south. In the past twenty years, my wife has been doing three meals a day at home."

The old man opened his mouth and smelled of shatter.

Although I have been in Sichuan for a long time judging from the other party’s age and the degree of acquaintance with Wu Qiufang, my accent has never changed.

"Old Li, this restaurant is different. The food the boss cooks is not just the Sichuan flavor. I tell you, what you cook is like."

Wu Qiufang couldn't help but feel a little disgusted when he spoke.

Although there are many people here since the breakfast was opened, it cannot be compared with noon and evening, so the two of them can find seats after they come in.

The two looked at the menu and Wu Qiufang said, "Tofu brain, a fried dough stick."

Then the old man who was replaced by Wu Qiufang as Lao Li looked at the menu and grinned: "Okay, then give me a whole tofu brain, two fried dough sticks."

Feng Honghong saw a regular customer coming to the door and said skillfully: "Okay, uncle, please wait."

Both of them looked like they were in their 70s, so Feng Honghong naturally had to call him uncle politely. When the other party came for the first time, Wu Qiufang called Miss Feng Honghong.

Then he turned around and served tofu brain.

But just as I was serving tofu brain, Chen Nian pulled her mother over and whispered: "Mom, please wait a moment before giving it to them."

“Why?”

"I'll make some stew."

"Isn't there any thia?" Feng Honghong pointed to the already prepared turbid beside her and asked in confusion.

"Make something different."

Feng Honghong nodded hesitantly after hearing this. Although he didn't know why his son had to do it alone, his son had always had his own ideas. Since he said so, it must have a purpose.

Chen Nian cut a small piece of the washed meat, and then cut some of the fungus they had prepared for their own food at noon.

Put the oil on the stove next to it, then put the chopped minced meat into a pot and stir-fry it. Then add some five-spice powder, salt, soy sauce, and diced fungus, and then add a little MSG.

I quickly prepared some water starch and poured it in.

Then, after only one portion of the braised mandarin was prepared, put it in Feng Honghong's tofu brain.

"Mom, give this portion of the one with meat to another, and this is normal for the old man who has been here."

Feng Honghong looked at the two bowls of completely different braised rice, looked at Chen Nian again, and took it out without saying anything.

Put them in front of the two of them separately.

As a result, when Wu Qiufang saw that the two nights were different, he asked on the spot: "Why are my different from him?"

Feng Honghong didn't know why, but just looked in the kitchen: ", I don't know, my son asked me to give it this way." After saying that, he looked at the old Li, "Uncle, it's mainly because you don't feel used to it, I'll change it to you."

And Lao Li no longer had any expectations.

It’s not that he can’t eat the breakfast here, but he’s just a little uncomfortable with it.

But when he saw the bowl of braised rice in front of him, he grinned and laughed.

"This kid is OK!"

“A little bit of insight.”

He suddenly became interested in Chen Nian because his bowl was exactly how they eat it.

Although they teach here all year round, they teach for colleges and have winter and summer vacations. During holidays, they will also go back to their hometown to stay in the hometown in addition to traveling.

This is how I cook my brain every time I go back to my hometown to eat tofu.

Wu Qiufang also had some experience at this time: "Is this how to eat on your side?"

"That's not a good thing? We eat this normally, but when we were poor, there was no meat. Now it's better, and the meat can be eaten, so it's the same thing now."

While saying this, I made it up with a clean spoon, then put it next to my mouth and sucked it gently, and the tofu brain was sucked into my mouth.

Very satisfied.

“It’s not bad, it tastes good.”

"The store you recommended by Lao Wu does have something to do, but I think the child is not old and I don't know what it is."

When Wu Qiufang saw that Old Li, who had always been picky in his meals, said this. He was still a little proud in his heart for some reason: "I just told you that this store is OK, but you must not believe it. Now you are convinced?"

"That won't be." Old Li said with a smile, naturally unwilling to admit defeat. Although the taste is the taste of his hometown, it is not enough to make him promiscuous.

At most I was a little happy to eat the taste of my hometown.
Chapter completed!