"Huh?" The old man laughed so much that he shed physiological tears. Maybe his stomach was a little upset. Although it was more difficult for him to be chubby, he couldn't help but bend over. It was because his stomach was wronged and it was supporting his head like a small table.
At this moment, he seemed to have found something on the ground. He put his head and looked at the ground. However, his stomach was blocking most of his sight, so he turned around with great effort. Finally, he stuck out his butt regardless of the appearance, and took it out from nowhere. He used his magnifying glass to observe the floor tiles inch by inch.
The stall owner who was taking pictures next to him looked curious and went over to take a look, but he was walking cautiously, as if he was afraid of stepping on the wild flowers and grass beside the stone bricks.
Gu Yian couldn't help but feel a little guilty when he saw this scene. There was nothing else on the ground except simple landscape plants that he had drawn in his spare time. Could it be that he was being reported for graffiti?
However, it is obviously allowed to see some artistic graffiti at the foot of the mountain, and this is not a relic, and I have not graffitied on a large scale.
Isn't it just that the grass and trees in this area are not prosperous and decorated? I haven't asked the management office for my own pen and ink fees and labor fees.
Gu Yian continued to be as steady as an old dog.
Touching his slightly deflated belly, he finally took a rare step and took out his three-layer lunch box.
Place them one by one on the small table that comes with you. One layer is full of tomato-red braised prawns. They are bright red in color, delicious in appearance, and the shrimp meat is elastic to the teeth.
Each prawn is as long as the palm of your hand. After being opened and deveined, there are a few small green vegetables soaked in the soup at the bottom. They are neatly stacked in the lunch box, which makes the obsessive-compulsive disorder feel happy just looking at it.
The second layer is stewed pig's trotters with soybeans that have been simmered over low heat overnight. It is soft and waxy off the bones, the meat is fresh and tender, and the soup is thick and melts in your mouth.
The third layer is a box full of green onion and egg fried rice. Every grain of rice is covered with egg liquid. The grains are distinct and the texture is moderately soft.
As soon as the lunch boxes were placed, the aroma filled the air, and the photography stall owner was no longer curious about what the old man was doing.
Every time I see Gu Yian eating, it is a pleasure. Seeing her eating deliciously makes me feel like I can eat an extra bowl of rice just because of the aroma. But it’s also a kind of torture because I can’t eat it.
The day before yesterday, I was lucky enough to have a bite of the braised chicken brought by the little girl. The taste was really amazing. I felt like I had eaten nearly 30 years of braised chicken in vain. In the end, I couldn't help but order a few more spoonfuls of the thick soup. I ate the braised chicken soup with the rice I brought, but ended up not eating a bite of the fried pork with small peppers I brought specially to go with the rice.
Perhaps feeling the burning gaze of the photography stall owner, Gu Yian looked at him and gestured: "Try it?"
I saw the burning heat in my eyes suddenly burst into small blue flames, and then went out suddenly.
The owner of the photography stall swallowed, tried hard to move his eyes away from the soft pig's trotters, and said firmly: "No, no, I've already eaten. Xiao Gu, your cooking is really good, better than anything I've ever eaten. The chefs in big hotels are pretty good at their craftsmanship.”
You can't be so worthless as to grab something to eat with a little girl.
"Xiao Gu, help me look at the stall. I'll go out and walk around." Anyway, there is no one at this spot, so it is better to stay as far away from Xiao Gu's lunch box as possible, otherwise it will be bad if he drools out of control.
As he said this, he glanced at Doudou who came closer after smelling the fragrance, and suspicious liquid seemed to flow out of the corner of his mouth. He immediately turned around and left, but his steps were a little flustered.
Gu Yian swallowed the pig's trotters in his mouth. Before he could say the word 'ok', he saw the photographer next door disappearing in a flash.
Seeing Doudou trying to attract his attention, Gu Yian raised the corner of his mouth slightly and pretended not to notice. However, the range of movements is much larger, and it is also accompanied by exaggerated explanations.
"The pig's trotters I made this time were so successful, and all my hard work was indeed in vain. After simmering on low heat for one night, it turned out to be soft and glutinous, melting in your mouth. And because of the sugar color fried with rock sugar, it has a slight flavor. It’s sweet, even the soybeans inside taste squishy, and you can stuff a whole spoonful into your mouth, it’s so satisfying.”
Gu Yian quietly observed Doudou's expression and noticed that she moved her small stool from the snack stall to near her stall step by step. When she found that Gu Yian was looking at her, she stopped and sat on the stool again, lowering her head. Pretend to play with flowers on your head.
Gu Yian sighed pretentiously: "Hey, it's such a delicious pig's trotters and prawns, but it's a pity that no one shared them with me, so I had to reluctantly eat them all by myself."
Doudou's eyes lit up and she shouted in her heart: I can, I can. Why didn’t Sister Xiaoan invite me? Did she not recognize me? If I had known, I would not have followed my grandma yesterday and the day before yesterday, but my mother. But my mother doesn't let me ask for food from others. It's impolite.
Doudou, who was still struggling, heard Li Su'e's voice calling for food. An idea flashed and she quickly returned to her stall.
Within a few minutes, Doudou ran over with a small plate in both hands, and Li Su'e followed behind and took two large plates. He smiled heartily and said: "Xiao An, Doudou, this girl doesn't know what she is up to, so she insists on eating with you. The one at my house made some pork ribs with sauce, some fried skewers and beef fried rice noodles, you can try it too. "
Gu Yi'an happily agreed. Although Doudou's father's craftsmanship could not compare with his own, his understanding of special food and control of heat could not be compared with his own.
"Sister Xiao An, the sauced pork ribs made by my father are super delicious. It's hard for me to eat what he seldom makes. It is said to be very complicated and requires many techniques." Doudou enthusiastically recommended.
"Haha, then I'm going to have a good taste. Sister Susu, you can eat some too. The pig's trotters I made today are pretty good," Gu Yian said with a smile.
Li Su'e was not polite, picked up a piece of soft and glutinous pig's trotters with disposable chopsticks, ate it quickly, and praised it: "It's fragrant but not greasy, and it's delicious.
I said Doudou, why do you insist on eating with you? This girl, I didn’t eat much lotus root when I was pregnant. Why is she so jealous?
I won't get involved with you anymore. I still have to eat alternately with Doudou. You guys have a good time. Doudou, don't be naughty, you must listen to your sister. "
Doudou made a face at her mother and said softly, "I know, mom."
Gu Yian looked funny and said, "Little clever guy, eat it quickly. Can you peel shrimps?"
"Yeah, I will." Doudou nodded obediently, put on disposable gloves, and picked up the prawns that Gu Yian put into her bowl.
Because the prawns have been cut open and fried before being braised, the skin is crispy, so there is no need to peel them. Just remove the heads and tails of the prawns and you can eat them directly.
"Good times, good times. It tastes like tomatoes, and it's sweet." Doudou ate with joy.
Gu Yian picked up a piece of soy pork ribs and took a bite. It was not the home-made soy sauce braised ribs. It should be the best ribs. After being smoked with fruit wood, it was dried until it was semi-dry and semi-moist, and then it was dried. Cut into large pieces, add secret seasonings, and steam in a pot.
The meat was soft and tender, and the joints between the bones and muscles were chewy and full of flavor. Anyway, Gu Yian was very happy eating it.
Both of them were very satisfied. For a while, except for the sound of chewing at the dinner table, neither of them spoke, and they just immersed themselves in the meal together.
Gulu, Gulu...
The constant gurgling sound reached the ears of Gu Yi'an and Doudou, which was particularly clear at the quiet dinner table, and it was difficult to ignore it.
The two men, one large and one small, turned to look at the source of the sound at the same time, and saw the old mixed-race man who had been sticking his butt out and looking at the floor tiles looking at the two of them longingly.
Doudou ate a large spoonful of soybeans from stewed pig's trotters, and looked at the strange foreigner who was looking at them eagerly, picking at a plate of fried skewers, and very generously picked out a skewer of fried eggplant and a skewer of fried chicken. Hand it to the other person.
Gu Yian was secretly amused when he saw Doudou finally selling a bunch of vegetables.
"What are you...?" Gu Yian fixed his gaze on the old mixed-race man and asked in surprise.
The mixed-race old man held a fried skewer in one hand and danced excitedly like an amateur country symphony conductor and said: "Little girl, were you the ones who painted the stones and grass on the floor tiles over there?"
Gu Yian looked at the other party warily and said: "Yes, I was just painting for fun. What? You don't want to report me for polluting the ground, do you? I have already consulted the management office. This is not called malicious damage, but beautification. The scenery is not illegal.”
"No, no, no, you misunderstood. I think the painting is very good. The vitality shown by the tenacious growth of weeds from the gravel is vividly depicted.
The key point is that if I hadn't bent down and looked at it closely just now, I wouldn't have noticed that it was painted. The painting that has completely integrated with the surrounding scenery appeared here, which really amazed me.
The key point is that you are still so young and have unlimited potential for development. Are you the sweeping monk that you Chinese people often call you?
Let me introduce myself. My name is Milo Masson. My Chinese name is Ma Biao. You can call me Milo or A Biao. I am a painter with a little bit of international fame. Now I want to recruit a closed disciple. Would you like to become my disciple? "
Gu Yian was shocked at first by A Biao's words, and then by Milo's words similar to, "I see you are very good-looking, are you willing to join my sect?"
A Biao really couldn't scream...
"Hello, Uncle Milo, my name is Gu Yian. I have no plans to become a disciple for the time being. Thank you for your encouragement."
Milo looked at Gu Yi'an's straightforward rejection and felt a little anxious. He thought that the other person didn't know what it meant to be accepted as his apprentice. He wanted to say a few more words, but he saw several men in suits and leather shoes who had been waiting not far away. He ran over quickly.
"Master Milo, please think twice. Before this, I have never heard of a female painter named Gu Yi'an in the Yuncheng calligraphy and painting world. The selection of your closed disciple is of great importance and cannot be so hasty."
Although the other party tried his best to lower his voice, Gu Yian could still hear it clearly with his ears. There was no feeling of being offended. After all, the other party was right, he was indeed unknown.
Milo casually handed the fried skewers to his assistant, who was muttering in his ear, and told him not to waste it. With a smile, he tried to draw the attention of Gu Yian, who was immersed in cooking.
