As a young man, Zhou Yiming had never been in the kitchen before, so he knew nothing about the work in the kitchen. Even when he made a simple meal of rice porridge, he was always on tenterhooks for fear that someone would cook it. Something went wrong in one step, which not only ruined a pot of rice porridge, but also caused his old mother to continue to starve. Moreover, if there was only his old mother in the house, everything would be okay, after all, we are a family.
But there is another person beside the old mother, Huan'er. She has been famous all her life. If she can't even cook a meal of rice porridge, won't she make this little girl laugh?
So no matter which angle it was from, Zhou Yiming was very concerned about this meal of rice porridge. He decided to put in all the effort to make this meal into a flower quietly, and then serve it out to amaze everyone.
While putting firewood in the kitchen, Zhou Yiming was quite proud of his idea, but then he thought about it. Just cooking rice porridge seemed not nutritious enough. His wife was so hungry that her chest pressed against her back. If you just eat a meal of porridge without adding other ingredients, it will not directly help my mother's physical recovery.
Thinking of this, Zhou Yiming began to think hard, and planned to add some ingredients to this pot of rice porridge, which would increase nutrition on the one hand, and make the porridge taste more delicious on the other.
He stood up, looked around in the kitchen, and immediately discovered a thorny problem. The ingredients in the kitchen just now had been thrown away because they were spoiled and stale. At this time, the kitchen was extremely clean, and even Not a single onion could be found.
"It's over. I just cleaned up too much. Now I want to add some nutrients to the porridge, but I can't find any ingredients." Zhou Yiming slapped his forehead and said with a depressed look.
At this moment, his eyes lit up and a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind - preserved egg and lean meat porridge.
In his previous life, he didn't like to eat much. What he hated the most was porridge. The only thing he could accept was this kind of preserved egg and lean meat porridge. Because it was so delicious, he could drink two big bowls of it every time.
After thinking of this good idea, Zhou Yiming looked happy and planned to take action immediately to let his mother and Huan'er have a taste of his craftsmanship.
But when he was about to take action, he immediately looked embarrassed. After all, in his previous life, he had only eaten this kind of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and he didn't know the specific method of making it.
He frowned and walked around the kitchen.
The preserved egg and lean meat porridge tastes fragrant and salty, and is full of ingredients. There are so many ingredients in it that you can’t even see what is put in it. The only thing you can be sure of is that it contains lean meat and preserved eggs. As long as you can find these two ingredients, It shouldn’t be a problem to make a simple bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge.
After thinking about the idea, Zhou Yiming took action immediately. He turned over everything in the kitchen, but in the end he couldn't find the preserved eggs. After all, things like preserved eggs may not have been invented in this era.
But fortunately, he found a piece of fresh lean meat next to a huge water tank. There was a tank of cold water next to the piece of lean meat. The cold water played a cooling role, so after a night, the meat still remained fresh. Any odor.
"God has finally treated me well. I can't find other ingredients. With this piece of lean meat, I can finally make some flowers out of this bowl of porridge." Zhou Ming held this piece of lean meat and sighed with emotion. Said to himself.
After sighing with emotion, he first cleaned the piece of lean meat, then cut it into uniform small pieces, added salt to marinate it a little, put it in a wok, and stir-fried it over low heat for a few times to let the meat absorb the flavor. When stir-fry until medium-cooked, quickly remove from the pan and place on a small plate.
He carried the plate and came to the big pot for cooking porridge. He opened the lid and saw that the porridge inside was almost cooked. He slowly poured the lean meat on the plate into the porridge, stirring it while pouring it in, so that all the lean meat could be cooked. Mix the meat evenly into the porridge.
After all the lean meat was put into the pot, he put the plate on the stove. He stirred it with a spoon for a while, then straightened up and looked at the pot of porridge, and suddenly felt something was wrong.
The preserved egg and lean meat porridge he had eaten before did not seem to be this color, and the meat was very rotten. But now the lean meat in the pot is still in the shape of small pieces. It does not need to be put in the mouth to eat. It looks very hard at first glance.
Zhou Yiming scratched his head, thinking that something was wrong. It was understandable that there was no soy sauce in this era and the color of the porridge was wrong. However, the meat was not rotten at all and did not melt in the mouth at all. If my mother eats this meat, she will get sick even if she is not sick. After all, she is old and has been hungry for such a long time, so she cannot digest such things.
And Zhou Ming also discovered a serious problem. Although the meat was still very hard, the rice porridge in the pot was almost cooked. If the fire continued to cook like this, the meat was not cooked, and the rice porridge in the pot was almost cooked. It becomes a rice cake.
Faced with this dilemma, Zhou Yiming was very worried. Although he was a hero outside and fearless, when it came to cooking, he really planned to give up.
"The meat is too hard to eat. If you continue to stew it over high heat, the rice porridge can't stand it. What should I do?" Zhou Yiming held his chin and thought carefully about the solution to the current problem.
Looking at the fire in the stove, he suddenly had an idea: "Since high fire doesn't work, why not try low fire? After all, cooking slowly on low fire sometimes tastes better than cooking on high fire."
After figuring this out, Zhou Ming smiled slightly: "I'm really a genius!"
He did not hesitate and took action immediately. He took out half of the firewood that was still burning on the stove, stamped it out with his feet, and then slowly cooked the porridge in the pot over low heat. In the meantime, he opened the lid of the pot and tasted the inside. The taste of the porridge was found to be a bit bland, so he added some salt to it. Only when the saltiness was just right, he was satisfied and put the lid back on the pot.
He carefully controlled the heat and patiently cooked the pot of porridge. After an eighth of an hour passed, a delicious aroma finally came out of the pot.
Zhou Ming couldn't wait to open the lid of the pot and immediately smelled a mouth-watering aroma that made his mouth water.
He hurriedly tasted the porridge and found that although it was very different from the preserved egg and lean meat porridge he had eaten before, the taste was still delicious, so he quickly filled two large bowls and hurriedly sent them to the study. He was afraid of starving his old mother.
Because it took a long time to cook this pot of porridge, Zhou Yiming originally thought that his old mother would be extremely anxious while waiting for the meal. At the same time, her hunger would become stronger and stronger, and she might have fainted from hunger.
But when he came to the study door and looked inside, there was an unexpected scene inside.
Mrs. Zhou and Huan'er sat next to each other, talking and laughing, just like a mother and daughter. What's more puzzling to Zhou Ming was that before he left, the old mother was already hungry. She didn't even have the strength to speak, but now when she was chatting with Huan'er, she was full of confidence and didn't look like a hungry person at all.
Huan'er's hearing was very sensitive. When she heard movement at the door, she looked outside and found that it was Yi Ming. She immediately walked out and took the bowl from Yi Ming's hand and said with a smile: "Master, I didn't expect you to do this." The meal is quite fast. I made a bet with the old lady just now. The old lady said that she might not be able to eat your meal until it gets dark.
I said it was impossible. If the young master is so good, he must be very fast at cooking, and his skills are not necessarily bad. "
"Be careful of scalding." Zhou Yiming handed one bowl to Huan'er, while he walked into the room with the other bowl and said with a smile, "Huan'er, no wonder my mother likes you so much. You have such a mouth. It works really well, but you also have a good sense, and the result is just as you expected. I made this pot of porridge, and it tastes quite good."
Zhou Yiming placed the bowl in his hand on the table next to Mrs. Zhou and made a gesture of invitation: "Mom, after working hard for a long time as a son, I finally lived up to your expectations. This bowl of porridge was specially made for you by my son. Yes, you should try it quickly!"
Huan'er didn't expect that Yi Ming would serve a bowl of porridge for her. She thought that of the two bowls of porridge that Yi Ming brought, one was for him and the other was for the old lady.
The bowl of porridge she took over was originally intended to be given to Mrs. Zhou, but when she saw Zhou Ming giving his bowl of porridge to the old woman, she was stunned for a moment and hurriedly handed the bowl to Zhou Ming.
Zhou Yiming stretched out his hand to push it away and said with a smile: "This bowl is for you. You have been in our house for such a long time and have worked hard to serve your young lady and my mother. Today's bowl of porridge is even for me, Zhou Zhou. Young Master, thank you, please don’t fail to give me face!”
Huan'er was stunned. His outstretched hands stopped in the air and could not be taken back for a long time.
She never thought that she, a slave, would be so highly regarded by her master. She was so flattered that she was at a loss and even trembled when she spoke: "This... how can this be done? You are the young master, how can I let you Are you taking care of me?"
Although Mrs. Zhou had already recognized Huan'er as her daughter just now, she knew in her heart that this was all a joke made by the old lady when she was happy. If she took it seriously, she would really be a fool.
Madam Zhou didn't immediately look at the bowl of porridge made by Zhou Ming. When she heard Huan'er being so polite, the old lady immediately looked a bit ugly. She raised her face and said, "Huan'er, what's wrong with this? You are mine now." My daughter has the same status as him. She is not nobler than you, she is just born two years earlier than you.
It is his blessing to have him serve our two mothers. Please stop talking about those false etiquette and have something to eat with your mother. It will make me happy. "
Zhou Yiming also smiled beside him and said: "I'm right, you are her heartthrob now. As a son, I have stepped aside. It is only natural for me to make you a bowl of porridge. After all, I still want to I am relying on your relationship to establish a good relationship with my mother. If I offend you badly, I may not even recognize me."
