After my divorce, I opened a gourmet restaurant

Old man Luo Yingsong has a mouthful of big white dentures, and his bite is full of force, although he is more than a hundred years old, but except for bad ears and confusion from time to time, there are no other problems.

Marinate the cut beef in the seasoning for 10 minutes, add some oil to it, and seal it with oil.

Taking advantage of this time, he took the watermelon out of the refrigerator, the watermelon is cool and diuretic, and a large watermelon only costs eight yuan in midsummer, and the little day next door is crying.

The watermelon was cut into pieces and put in the refrigerator, and Han Yan wiped the stove, if the stove was too messy, it would make him irritable.

"Why did you come to my house to cook!" Luo

Ningxue brought the cherries on the coffee table to the stove, and the two of them ate while waiting for the meat to be marinated.

"Didn't I say it, your grandfather is a big hero, and it's my honor to be able to cook for such an anti-Japanese hero. Han

Yan bit the cherries, and only felt that they were sweet and tasteful, and the small red cherries made people want to take them in one mouthful when they looked at them.

More than ten years ago, the rural hometown built a new countryside, the dirt road was built into a cement road, and fruit trees, apricot trees, plum trees, and the most common were begonia fruit trees.

Han Yan's grandfather planted two apricot trees in front of his house, a fruit tree and a cherry tree, and later one apricot tree died.

Most of the fruits produced are extremely sour and astringent, and there are many insects, which are Schrödinger's apricots.

You never know if there's a bug in it until you bite into it.

One summer, Comrade Han Daqiang ate half a worm, and since then he has never eaten apricots again.

There is only a cherry tree in front of the door, and the cherries that produce are very sweet, and the only drawback is that the pits are too large.

Later, Han Yan learned why cherries were sweet, because his grandfather would smoke off a lot of cherry blossoms every year when the cherries were blooming.

As soon as there are more cherry blossoms, all the cherries get less nutrients, and the fruits are small and astringent.

Therefore, we can only sacrifice some fruits in order to seek greater good.

But how delicious the cherries are, they are also hit by dimensionality reduction in front of the cherries.

"Is it just because of this?" Luo Ningxue's words pulled Han Yan back from his memories.

"It's also to teach you how to cook, you can't scramble eggs, I really doubt how Grandpa Luo has eaten your food for so many years.

Luo Xingguo, who was sitting on the sofa, sighed, of course he would not tell his granddaughter that he had to secretly order takeout every night.

"Oh.

Luo Ningxue silently took the cherries back.

Eh, I haven't eaten it yet!

Han Yan rushed his hand and continued to make stir-fried beef.

Pour oil into a pan over high heat, and add the beef after the oil is hot.

Immediately after adding the beef, stir-fry with a spatula, and after frying for half a minute, remove the beef.

Then Han Yan began to brush the pot again, in fact, there was no need for this at all, but it was a habit, and it was difficult for him to get rid of it, just like after the dish was ready, he had to brush the pot before eating.

Otherwise, he was reluctant to move after eating, which was also the fundamental reason why he changed from a male god with six-pack abs to that man.

After the pot is brushed, evaporate the water in the pot over low heat, then pour the oil, heat the oil and put the minced garlic, ginger, pickled pepper seven or eight pieces prepared in advance, and cut the millet into sections.

After stir-frying, Han Yan swallowed a wave of saliva first, then put the beef back into the pot, stir-fried quickly over high heat, and then added coriander.

When the pan is about to close, add a little light soy sauce, dark soy sauce, white pepper, and finally drizzle a little oil.

The dish is done.

The fragrance is rising, Luo Xingguo's stomach has begun to drum, the old man is not idle, he has already gone to the study to pick up wine.

What kind of wine is it good to drink, Moutai is still Wuliangye, why don't you order the second pot on the hour?

Han Yan tasted a piece of meat that was delicious, and as soon as he ate a piece of meat, he already wanted to get some rice.

The cooking wine used for pickling this dish can also be replaced with green onion and ginger water, and the effect is to remove the smell anyway.

"Fragrant dead, fragrant dead!" Where

is Luo Xintong still in the mood to do his homework, he ran to the kitchen and saw this small stir-fried beef, and his saliva was secreting wildly.

"This dish looks better than my sister's cooking!" Luo

Ningxue's eyebrows twitched: "I'm still here, you speak ill of me, while I'm not there, okay?"

The rest of the spicy shredded pork is also a fast dish, even if it is divided into two stir-fried dishes, it is very fast.

After a while, the two plates looked like no difference, but in fact, the spicy shredded pork with a taste difference of 108,000 miles was ready.

Luo Guoxing read Luo Yingsong sitting at the dining table, and said excitedly: "Grandpa, do you remember Xiao Han, the last time I made you stewed chicken, he came again, we can have a good meal today."

As soon as he finished saying this, he suddenly felt a trace of murderous intent in his granddaughter's eyes.

Luo Yingsong is too old, he can be an immortal in ancient times, he pricked up his ears and listened for a long time, and said in a daze: "Why is Xiao Han going to be the husband of his grandson?"

"Oh, where are you going?"

Luo Xingguo took a sip of wine first, and then said: "Xiao Han, your spicy shredded pork is hungry to death, when I was a child, my family was poor, and I can only eat meat during the New Year.

After speaking, Luo Xingguo sandwiched a chopstick and spicy shredded pork.

"Grandpa Luo, don't!" Han

Yan still said that he was a step late, and Luo Xingguo had already eaten the shredded pork in his mouth.

The bitter memory instantly enveloped his heart, and he suddenly remembered the early days of his business.

Luo Xingguo's father and grandfather were both soldiers, but Luo Xingguo didn't want to take this road, he quarreled with his father when he was young, and then ran to the south to do business alone.

Later, on the first day of the policy of reform and opening up, Luo Xingguo knew the news, and quickly went to the sea to do business, first in the clothing business, and in less than half a year, he would not be on the big brother's waist.

But in the early stage of business, he was not less guilty, not to mention anything else, in that month, the weight of one hundred and sixty-seven lost to about one hundred and two.

Fortunately, it came to work in the background, and slowly made a fortune, and entered the real estate industry, as long as you were not a fool in that era, there was no business that could not make money.

The dividends of the times have been eaten up.

But even if he is so rich, how can there be anything in his life that he does not regret?

Birth, old age, sickness, death, love and separation, resentment, unwantedness, and the five yin are all terrible things.

When he had no money, the old man Luo Xingguo saw his first love for the big boss Xia Li, and his whole person collapsed.

Thinking of this Luo Xingguo's tears and circles in his eyes, he actually wanted to cry a little.

"Grandpa, are you okay!" The

eldest granddaughter Luo Ningxue noticed that something was wrong with her grandfather for the first time, and hurriedly stepped forward to check.

Luo Xingguo waved his hand, "It's just that I think of some sad things."

He said to Han Yan: "Xiao Han's spicy shredded pork tastes a little wrong!".