Food: Taking the twins to kindergarten to be chefs

Chapter 96 The farce caused by stealing food
"This seaweed and egg drop soup smells so delicious..."

"Yeah, it smells so fresh..."

Aunt Lin and Aunt Li were attracted by the tangy fragrance.

My stomach, which was not yet hungry, started to growl.

After Huang Jun put all the egg droplets into the soup bucket and sprinkled some green onion on top, they both eagerly picked up a small white ceramic bowl and each scooped a bowl.

In a ceramic bowl as white as jade, the golden egg blossoms are intertwined with the deep seaweed and green onions. It looks particularly beautiful, just like water plants of three colors swaying gently in the water.

They carefully scooped up a small spoonful of soup with a spoon, gently put it to their mouths and blew on it.

into the mouth.

In an instant, the delicious taste bloomed in their mouths, making their somewhat cloudy eyes light up, as if they had been injected with new vitality.

"This seaweed and egg drop soup tastes so delicious... This is the best seaweed and egg drop soup I have ever tasted in my life."

"Except for a little salt, there are no other seasonings, but it is still so delicious. Chef Huang, your skills are really amazing!"

Aunt Lin and Aunt Li spoke highly of this seaweed and egg drop soup, and they also admired Huang Jun's craftsmanship from the bottom of their hearts.

Qian Guoxiang, who was completely ignored, could not help but reveal a look of longing in his eyes as he smelled the alluring aroma in the air and looked at their intoxicated expressions of enjoyment.

Yes.

He was also extremely eager to taste this seaweed and egg drop soup, and wanted to learn more about Huang Jun's cooking skills.

Unfortunately.

Aunt Lin and Aunt Li were completely intoxicated by Huang Jun's cooking skills, as if there were only three of them left in the world; Huang Jun was also busy loading the fragrant pork rice into the dining bucket, and had no time to care about others.

In this way, Qian Guoxiang was ignored and completely reduced to a conspicuous background wall.

But his pride prevented him from easily revealing his desire to them, so he had to work hard to restrain it.

But he could never take his eyes away from the tempting seaweed and egg drop soup and pork rice.

Just at this time.

Several exclamations suddenly sounded:
"Okay Aunt Lin, Aunt Li, you two actually eat secretly behind our backs!"

"Oh my god, Aunt Lin and Aunt Li, there is something good to eat, but you didn't even call us!"

"Aunt Lin, Aunt Li, you two are secretly eating again!"

Aunt Lin and Aunt Li, who were caught stealing the bag, felt a little embarrassed for a while: "..."

"What are you talking nonsense about?"

"We are giving you a taste!"

"Besides, how can the chef's matter be called stealing? Are you right, Chef Huang?"

Faced with the teasing from the childcare teachers, Aunt Li did not panic at all, but responded without a heartbeat or a blush.

Indeed, for chefs, tasting the taste of the dishes is a normal operation and is not considered stealing at all!

what?
Are she and Aunt Lin not chefs?

Ok…

They are the staff in the kitchen, and they are also Chef Huang's right-hand man. They handle and clean these ingredients with their own hands. Isn't it normal for them to help Chef Huang taste them?
Qian Guoxiang looked at this "farce that was almost caused by stealing food" and then saw the expressions on the faces of the childcare teachers that "their beloved things were taken away", which made him a little surprised. .

At the same time, it also made him more curious about Huang Jun's cooking skills.

I couldn't help but wonder in my heart: What level of cooking skills has this chef Huang achieved that can make these teachers and kitchen staff so obsessed with him? He even made the teachers so nervous because the kitchen staff tasted it first, for fear of being eaten. It seemed like the two kitchen staff had eaten all the food...

At this moment, he wanted to taste Chef Huang's craftsmanship even more.

But how should he present his ideas to them?
Just ask for it?
Or by hint?

Qian Guoxiang was pondering various feasible plans in his mind.

Faced with Aunt Li's question and the gazes of the childcare teachers, Huang Jun could only break the deadlock with Xini and said: "Dear childcare teachers, you are here just in time. I have already prepared the pork rice and seaweed and egg drop soup, and I have given them to you." Once you’ve finished playing, take it back to the classroom and eat it with the children!”

As soon as these words came out, the childcare teacher had no time to joke with Aunt Li and the others, and stopped lingering. They each picked up their own class's meals and pushed the trolley away together.

Huang Jun, who wanted to see his two precious daughters, helped Wang Wenxia deliver the meals to the classroom of Grade 4.

This time.

The kitchen has regained its original tranquility.

After seeing off the nursery teacher, Aunt Li and Aunt Lin were about to serve a meal when they suddenly realized that Qian Guoxiang was still there.

Uh……

Why hasn't he left yet?

They couldn't help but look at each other, and they both saw surprise and confusion in each other's eyes.

Thinking that he knew Director Liang, he didn't dare to neglect him.

then…

Aunt Li smiled and asked politely: "You haven't left yet? It's lunch time, how about you eat something here too?"

These words touched Qian Guoxiang's heart. He nodded without hesitation: "Okay!"

Then he felt that he seemed a little presumptuous, so he quickly added: "Excuse me!"

Seeing that he immediately agreed, Aunt Li was stunned for a moment. She didn't know whether she should laugh or not. Or should I cry?
She originally just invited him casually out of politeness, but she didn't expect that the other party actually accepted it unceremoniously!
She seriously suspected that the other party had not left because he wanted to stay here to earn a living, but unfortunately she had no evidence.

Hey!
I had known the result would be like this...

She shouldn't have asked more questions.

It's good now, I just got myself a breadwinner.

Hey!
Even with tears in my eyes, I must continue to invite myself.

"do not bother!"

Aunt Li had a smile on her face, but she was crying in her heart.

With tears in her eyes, she poured a shallow bowl of pork rice and seaweed and egg drop soup, served it to Qian Guoxiang, and silently swore in her heart that she would get rid of this bad habit of hospitality in the future.

what?
Hospitality is a traditional virtue that cannot be discarded?

that……

Everything else is as usual, except for the food cooked by Chef Huang!

Qian Guoxiang, who had no idea that Aunt Li was regretful, smiled and thanked: "Thank you!"

After saying that, he picked up the spoon and took a sip of seaweed and egg drop soup.

The soup flows into the mouth, and the deliciousness of the seaweed blooms instantly, with the saltiness of the sea water, making people feel like they are at the beach.

The mellow taste of eggs adds another dimension to this deliciousness.

The temperature of the soup is just right, gently awakening the taste buds and sliding smoothly down the throat.

The smoothness of the eggs and the crispness of the seaweed intertwine in the mouth, forming a wonderful taste.

After drinking, there is still a faint lingering fragrance in the mouth, which makes people can't help but recall this wonderful taste.

"Not bad, not bad..."

He guessed that this seaweed and egg drop soup would be delicious, but he didn't expect that its deliciousness exceeded his expectations.

Compared with his craftsmanship...it is simply comparable!

With infinite expectations, he started eating the pork rice.

Digging a spoonful, the rice grains were dipped in melted lard and brown-red soy sauce. They were crystal clear under the light. Every side of each grain of rice was shiny with oil, and the grains were distinct and full.

The cut lean meat embraces the caramelized golden fat meat and the soft taro. The color collides with passion and the sauce has a mellow flavor.

A spoonful of it enters your mouth.

You can feel the fullness and sweetness of the rice.

Then the aroma and taste of pork began to spread, with a slight burnt aroma, but the meat inside was still plump and juicy, with moderate hardness and softness. It blended just right with the chewy and delicious rice, and was mixed with fine pieces on the lips and teeth. The aftertaste lingers.

The addition of taro makes the taste richer and unique.

The taro has a delicate texture and a fragrant taste, which interpenetrates with the aroma of pork and rice to form an indescribable deliciousness.

And when these flavors intertwine and collide in your mouth, you will feel a sense of satisfaction rising from the bottom of your heart, as if all your taste buds have been fully enjoyed at this moment.

What’s even more rare is…

This pork rice also tastes like home.

Every bite reminded him of the pork rice made by his mother when he was a child, and the warm and friendly feeling instantly flooded his heart.

I remember when I was young, my family could only have pork rice during the Chinese New Year.

For him, this is already a super rich meal.

He was able to eat two large bowls in one go, and his two younger siblings were not to be outdone. They devoured the bowls while keeping their eyes on what was left in the pot.

But my mother always watched them eat silently. She only ate less than half a bowl and stopped eating.

He once curiously picked at the pork rice in the bowl and asked his mother: "Mom, why do you only eat so much rice? And why is there only taro and no meat in your bowl?"

My mother always replied: "I have a small appetite, that's enough. I don't like pork, so you can eat it!"

After they all finish eating, mother will scrape the bottom of the pot a few times with a spatula, scrape up the little bits of rice stuck to the bottom of the pot, put it into a bowl, soak it in boiling water, stir it, and then drink it.

It wasn't until he started a family, became a chef, owned a car, and owned an apartment that he suddenly realized that his mother's appetite was no different from ordinary people.

When she was happy, my mother could even drink 20 meters of soju.

You can eat a full bowl of pork rice in one sitting.

Unfortunately, by the time he realized it, his mother was already old and terminally ill. Not to mention her appetite, even a spoonful of millet porridge was difficult to swallow...

Thinking of this, his nose felt sore.

(End of this chapter)