After my divorce, I opened a gourmet restaurant

Before leaving, Luo Xingguo stuffed Han Yan with a lot of stuff.

Tea, Moutai, and a fountain pen that costs a lot at first glance.

Luo Xingguo originally wanted to give money, after all, the last thing their family lacked was money, and they had a villa in Spring City.

There are also several properties in Uptown, and the money in the bank card cannot be used up in a year just by spending interest.

But considering that Han Yan didn't cook this meal for money, if he really gave money, it would be like slapping people in the face, but if he wanted to say no, he couldn't get over it in his heart.

So I made a compromise, thinking about letting Han Yan take something back, after all, there are two boxes of Moutai at home, and no one drinks it there, so it's better to give it away.

Han Yan naturally can't ask for these things, they are too expensive, and he has already received a thousand yuan from the system reward for a meal, and his heart is satisfied.

If you take something from someone else, things will go sour.

If the old man Luo Xingguo gave him two salted fish, he would definitely not shirk it, but in the case of Moutai, this...

Although he didn't know how much a bottle of wine would cost, it certainly wouldn't be cheap.

In the end, Han Yan couldn't shirk it, and Han Yan took a small bag of tea and took it away.

On the bus home, he began to take stock of today's harvest.

1,000 yuan of reward funds for opening the picture book, a memory of the old man Luo Yingsong, although the soup cooking technique +1

did not complete the task of the system and got 10,000 yuan, but in general, this trip was not in vain.

Back at the old Han restaurant, there was not a single customer in the restaurant.

It was a midsummer afternoon, and there was no one in the hotel at this time.

Han Yan walked around, saw that there was nothing he needed help with, and went home directly.

Just as his lazy dog was about to get some sleep.

A new message came from WeChat.

New friend, Luo Ningxue asks to add you as a WeChat friend.

Seeing this news, Han Yan was at a loss.

Uh....

This woman doesn't have a good impression of me, could it be that she added me as a friend to humiliate me?

Thinking of this, Han Yan decisively rejected her friend application.

On the other side, Luo Ningxue, who was lying on the bed, sat up suddenly.

"Actually, you rejected

me?" "Did you not take a fancy to me?"

Not to mention that Luo Ningxue has had a lot of suitors over the years, and someone has been chasing her almost since elementary school.

I remember that there was a little fat man in elementary school who bought a lot of snacks and put them on Luo Ningxue's desk, the purpose was to impress her with food.

Then this fat man was told to the teacher by Luo Ningxue.

Later, when she went to high school, there were more boys chasing her in college, but unfortunately she was addicted to her studies and couldn't extricate herself, and no one could get into her eyes.

As a result, I didn't expect that in a blink of an eye, I had reached the age of being urged to marry.

Luo Ningxue saw that her grandfather was so happy to eat today, so she wanted to learn from Han Yan how to stew chicken in an iron pot.

I called the staff of the TV station and asked for Han Yan's contact information, and the message of adding WeChat was just sent, but it was rejected in seconds.

Is this a game of fun with me?

Han Daqiang and his wife came back at night, and Comrade Daqiang lay on the sofa with his head down, looking very tired.

"What's wrong with my dad, the guests are full at night, and he has turned into a humanoid octopus monster?"

Wang Aihua shook his head, "That's not true, it's just that he took a job of boiling porridge, and he is estimated to have to get up early tomorrow." "

Porridge?" Han Yan became interested when he heard it.

When he was a child, he had a bad stomach, and when he was in the countryside, he often drank the porridge boiled by his grandfather, and the porridge made by his grandfather was called a fragrant, but unfortunately he couldn't drink it often after entering the city, and another point is that the old man only loves to make meat dishes.

Dismissive of vegetarian dishes.

"Tonight, the group of customers on the construction site wanted Lao Han to boil porridge in the morning to sell, saying that he didn't eat our family's food and was not motivated to work.

"As soon as your father heard this, he was praised and took this matter down, how old is it not enough to get up early to buy vegetables, and now you have to get up early to boil porridge, can your body hold it?"

Wang Aihua complained, she didn't complain that she didn't make money selling porridge, she was afraid that Han Daqiang would be tired and collapsed.

Han Yan didn't feel good in his heart after hearing this.

If I can earn more money, my parents don't need to be so tired.

"Mom and Dad, you don't have to worry about boiling porridge, I'll boil it.

Han Daqiang was very skeptical of his son's craftsmanship.

However his suspicions were superfluous.

When Han Yan was young, the old man kept instilling in him the concept of invincibility as a chef.

even bought him a DVD, which was dedicated to the god chef Xiao Fugui and the little Chinese master.

In addition to training him to cut corn stalks with a kitchen knife, he is to make porridge.

So....

He has known the skill of boiling porridge since he was a child, and he didn't give the subject less porridge to drink when he was in college.

Because the breakfast in the university cafeteria was not very tasty, he often got up early to make porridge on the balcony with a transformer.

"Don't worry, tomorrow morning, I'll make the porridge. "

The alarm went off at three o'clock the next morning.

Han Yan's eyes opened and then closed.

It's half past three.

He hurriedly got dressed, the restaurant had not yet opened at this time, and Han Daqiang and his wife were picking fresh ingredients in the market.

The summer days are long, and the sun comes out early.

There are already breakfast shops open on the streets, and in the morning market a little farther away, many people have begun to set up stalls, and there are more cars speeding on the road.

Cicadas chirp and frogs chirp.

A new day begins.

Han Yan walked into the back kitchen of the hotel with sleepy eyes.

After drinking a large glass of ice water to refresh myself, I felt a little refreshed.

Han Yan is going to cook a pot of porridge with preserved eggs and lean pork, some people like and some people hate preserved eggs.

Han Yan himself loves it very much, which god invented the preserved egg and lean porridge, what a genius.

The ingredients for cooking porridge are available in the restaurant.

The preparation of porridge is also not difficult.

First of all, boil the preserved eggs in a pot for a while, add some cooking wine, the purpose is to remove the fish.

I still remember when I was a child, my grandfather caught a cold and was bored in bed, so Han Yan decided to cook a bowl of porridge for his grandfather on a whim.

What I made was preserved egg and lean porridge, no cooking wine, no fishy, the porridge was cooked, and the old man almost went to see the master after taking a sip.

Then after his grandfather got better, Han Yan was trained to cook porridge for a month.

There are many people at the construction site, and Han Yan boiled a few more preserved eggs, which do not need to be boiled for too long, and the purpose of cooking is to remove the fishiness.

The preserved eggs are crushed in the washed rice, but they should not be too broken, otherwise the eggs will be gone after cooking.

By this point, the preparation for cooking porridge was halfway done.

Then it's just a matter of boiling slowly over a low heat.

Boil porridge here, cut some shredded pork there, then pepper, salt and starch, add a little shredded ginger and stir well, marinate.

When cooking porridge, keep an eye on it to prevent it from sticking to the pan, turn off the low heat when the porridge is almost ready, put the marinated shredded meat in it, and then stir.

Let the meat strands be distinct.

Then cover and simmer for a few minutes.

This pot of porridge is basically cooked.