The leisurely life of rebirth

"Mom! There is something in your words!" Cao Xuefang turned her head and whispered in her ear.

Yu Qingqing frowned slightly and said, "I don't know how to put it, anyway, it just feels wrong. There is a smell in it that makes you fish as much as you can."

A smile appeared on Fang Monan's lips. Aunt Cao's was quite perceptive. The lyrics of "A Chic Walk" were probably written about love, but like all excellent musical works, after a song is born, it faces the public

, will definitely lead to "misunderstanding" by many listeners.

And "A Chic Walk" was not spared from the disaster. In the subconscious mind of Chinese people, "A Chic Walk" is actually equivalent to the phrases "If you have wine now, you will get drunk today", "Muddle through", and "You can make as much as you can".

It means that the Chinese people gradually formed a common and common attitude towards life and philosophy of the nation under the influence of the traditional integration of Buddhism, Confucianism and Taoism.

"Mom, when you say that, it really sounds like that." Cao Xuefang thought for a moment and said, "Hey! I'll take you to listen to a few songs after dinner, Mom. It's definitely positive."

The mother and daughter murmured quietly, while the others continued to drink from large bowls and eat large pieces of meat.

"This... tastes... delicious!" Little Dudu said with difficulty as her mouth was bulging.

"Swallow it and then talk." Jian Huixin pinched his chubby little face and said.

Dudu nodded, "Oh!" He swallowed what was in his mouth, "I want more."[

"Golden and crispy, sweet but not rich, oily but not greasy, soft and tender, the color and fragrance are alluring, whetting one's appetite and making people want to swallow them all in one go." Jian Hui put a piece in her heart.

He put it into his mouth and said, "No wonder you like to eat it. What is this?"

"Sugar oil cake." Cao Xuefang said with a smile, "The raw materials are very simple: water-milled glutinous rice flour, sugar juice, fried in oil, and it's ready."

Cao Xuefang continued, "This sugar-oiled cake is cheap to make. Its main raw materials are glutinous rice flour and caramel sugar, but its manufacturing process is exquisite and has a special manufacturing process. Although it cannot be used in elegant halls, it cannot be compared with delicacies from the mountains and seas, such as shark fins and bear paws."

Comparable, but precisely because of its cheap status, it can go out of ordinary places

The surname Jia is loved by the people and has become a snack that people can't get enough of. Regardless of a person's beauty or ugliness, status, gender, age, or age, anyone who loves life and knows how to enjoy the fun of eating will enjoy the joy of eating sweet and oily cakes.

Feelings, they all have special feelings for those sugary and oily daddies that cost only a dime each.

Three sugar-oiled cakes in the morning can fill you up for the whole day and give you energy. Three sugar-oiled cakes in the afternoon can refresh your stomach and keep you energetic. The taste and effects of sugar-oiled cakes are wonderful in our eyes."

When it comes to eating, everyone has fantastic thoughts and talks endlessly.

"What is this?" Grandma asked curiously, "It tastes great, chews hard, tastes delicious, and is appetizing."

"Haha..." Fang Monan laughed.

"Why are you laughing? What did I say that was funny?" Grandma asked puzzledly as she looked at the silly Fang Monan.

“Grandma’s food!” Cao Xuefang said with a smile, “Grandma, this is called grandma’s food!

Grandma's cuisine is a Tujia dish with a strong rustic flavor in western Hunan. The raw materials are selected from a variety of wild vegetables, dried and marinated in jars using traditional folk cooking methods in western Hunan. No pigments or preservatives are added, and meat is added.

Cooked with puree, chili pepper, vegetable oil, salt, etc."

"This is a dish I dedicated to grandma." Fang Monan said with a smile. He only thought of this dish when he was cooking Hunan cuisine.

Mr. Lin picked up a chopstick, put it in his mouth, tasted it and said, "Now that life is affluent, I still miss the delicious food of my childhood."

Fang Monan said meaningfully, "Farm food, to a certain extent, is an emotion and a feeling of 'eating', which gives people the relaxation of returning to nature after a stressful day's work. The complexity of modern cities makes people yearn to return to nature.

I yearn for simple and simple food, and choosing simple and simple local dishes is more like an attitude towards life."

Mr. Lin took a sip of wine and said, "A glass of old wine and a few dishes of side dishes. The simpler, the better."

"Food minimalist," Bella said, to the point.[

"Hey! Grandma's food is just like this. It's easy to identify. The food cooked by grandma is relatively mild and reasonable, with crystal-clear and mild tones, light taste, and mellow color. If the table is filled with dishes that are full of color, flavor and taste, it's probably due to craftsmanship.

A masterpiece from a good father or mother." Fang Monan said with a smile.

"And a dish that's so appalling that it makes people reluctant to thank it, haha... That's probably a beginner's product." Grandma Lin said with a smile on her lips.

"Haha...it's easy to identify." Everyone said with a smile.

I’ve seen people scolding each other, their father and mother. Your grandpa is like a chicken thigh and your grandma is like a duck shank. Grandma’s head is like a rubber ball, grandma’s waist is like a sickle, and grandma’s butt is like bread. I don’t seem to remember to curse.

Grandma or something.

People around Fang Monan are more pro-grandma. Not only us, some anti-social and anti-human machine gun men in movies around the world usually coolly say "what was my grandma like back then" when recalling the past.

People in American dramas who tend to be more homely will talk about food. The recipes for a certain dessert, a certain cheese, and a certain liqueur are often passed down from the grandmother's family. Most people miss their grandmother the most, and most of them will be starry-eyed and salivating.

Ruler. It can be seen that this is true for both China and the West: the classic image of grandmother is always related to diet.

"Grandma's cooking is like a top master's moves. There are tricks to win. I have gone through a head-to-head duel with you with real swords and guns. I pay attention to following my heart, and I can easily do it with ease. That is the real comparison of strength. Grandma's cooking

The emphasis is on presenting the most natural side of the ingredients. We despise all kinds of additives, MSG or chicken essence.

Anyway, the elderly have plenty of time. After simmering a pot of soup, you can sit and wait for the aroma to come out.

My grandma’s cooking is deeply rooted in the essence of health preservation. Maybe it’s because I’m older, so the dishes rarely contain meat or oil. Instead, they have less meat and more vegetables. They are served sparsely and loudly, with no MSG to be tasted and the salt is too light.

It seems to be there. But I just put in the peppercorns, the star anise and the cloves that have been used up, and it brings out the delicious flavor again." After eating enough, Monan put down his chopsticks and said.

"Haha..." Grandma scratched her head and said with a smile, "Am I as good as you said?"

"Silly boy!" Grandma just wanted to put her hand on her soft hair. Looking at her long hair, fearing that it would be messed up, she put her hand on her shoulder and patted her.

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Everyone chatted while eating, and the meal lasted for two hours.

After lunch, Fang Monan took Bella to the farm for a walk. Of course, Berg, the follower, was behind him. The last three of them sat by the reservoir, surrounded by willows, with the cool breeze blowing across their cheeks, making them very comfortable.

Fang Monan leaned on the tree trunk, chatting and throwing small stones into the reservoir, watching the water splashing in circles.

The sun is scorching and the air is extremely dry. The lotus leaves in the reservoir are wilted by the sun. The fish in the water are lazily hiding under the lotus leaves, listening to the irritable chirping of cicadas on the treetops... The sounds of nature are richer and more

charming.

Impressed by Fang Monan’s last mention of grandma’s dish, the farm was particularly quiet in the afternoon, and everyone had a look of aftertaste on their faces, missing their loved ones.

It's a pity that most people's grandmothers are no longer there, and their children want to be raised but they don't wait for them!

I spent an afternoon hanging out by the reservoir, watching Bella jump up and down. After working all afternoon, I didn't catch a single fish, not even a fish dregs.

Bella looked at the fisherman who came to the reservoir with envy, but he didn't come back with a full load.

"Bella! I'm going to the kitchen to prepare dinner. How about you!" Fang Monan stood up and dusted off the non-existent grass clippings and dust on his body.

"I have to catch these damn cunning fish today." Bella said through gritted teeth, without looking like a lady. "Nannan! Go about your business!" Bella said without looking back.

Waving his hands.

Fang Monan nodded to Berg, then left the reservoir and entered the big kitchen.

In the summer, a big kitchen is as hot as a stove, which is a kind of torture for anyone, making everyone sweat profusely.

Fang Monan looked at her grandma spreading pancakes. She was sweating profusely. The sweat made her hair wet and stuck to the sides of her cheeks. Her clothes were soaked with sweat. She pinched her fingers and cast a cooling spell.

"Nannan! Here we come." Grandma felt cool all over her body and felt much more comfortable, and she knew who was behind her.

"Grandma, you don't have to make these. It's sticky and uncomfortable on a hot day." Fang Monan was about to wave and take over the next pancake.

"Stop it!" Grandma pressed her hand, "Why do you dislike me for not doing a good job!"

Fang Monan cried out that he was wronged, "No matter what happens, grandma makes the best food." She said in a dogged manner.

As Fang Monan spoke, he was about to pick up the pancakes and put them into his mouth. "Pah..." The wooden shovel in his grandma's hand hit the back of her hand.

"Grandma, it hurts!" Fang Monan rubbed the back of his hand.

"Huh! Come on! You are a man of steel and you are afraid of a wooden shovel. If you want to eat and wash your hands, the chopsticks are at hand." Grandma babbled, "How can such a big person still act like a child?

of."

"Hehe..." Fang Monan smiled obediently, rinsed his hands under the faucet, and then began to roll pancakes with green onions and add soybean sauce for dipping.

The lush green sprouts on the farm are like green swords held up in the breeze. The green sprouts are not only the most nutritious, but also the most delicious. Take them home, wash them, cut them into shreds, and dip them into the fried meat sauce.

Eat it rolled up with freshly baked pancakes. The spicy and sweet sauce tastes so good.

"How's it going? Does it feel as light as you said?"

Grandma poured the batter from the spoon onto the griddle and made a sound of "Zila...", and then she smelled the fragrant aroma of green onions.

"The sword is still young!" Fang Monan smacked the delicious meat sauce on his index finger.

As the saying goes, "Pancakes rolled with pork, you won't have enough to eat." Stir-fried chili peppers (Chinese toon) with eggs are also considered a top-quality "dish." There is also a saying: "Pancakes rolled with eggs, you will sweat after eating." There is also a saying among school-going children.

Funny Quote: "If you don't eat pancakes and eggs, I won't read them."

"It's delicious!" Fang Monan muttered while eating.rs

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