Tang Ruochu rested at home for a few days, either watching unnutritious idol dramas every day, or learning to cook from Aunt Wu, and his days were a little boring.
On this day, Aunt Wu said that she would teach her to make Shijin's favorite sweet and sour pork ribs.
She immediately ran into the kitchen with her notebook in her arms.
In the kitchen, Aunt Wu was cleaning the ribs, and when she saw her come in, she smiled and teased: "Young lady, this is the young master's favorite dish, you run so fast." "
knew that she was making fun of herself, but Tang Ruochu didn't feel annoyed, but said with a natural attitude: "That is, it is said that if you want to capture a man's heart, you must first grab his stomach." As long as I learn to cook Shijin's favorite dishes, I think he will definitely be inseparable from me in the future. "
Speaking of this, a picture couldn't help but appear in her mind: Shijin tearfully begged her to make sweet and sour pork ribs for him, crying so pitifully and not sad.
"Hehe..." she smirked.
Aunt Wu didn't know what she was thinking, and when she saw her smirking, she couldn't help but ask a little funny, "What are you thinking?" A strong silly music. "
Aunt Wu's voice pulled her distant thoughts back, she saw Aunt Wu's puzzled face, laughed dryly, and then changed the topic, pointed to the ribs in the basin and asked, "Aunt Wu, how many times do you have to wash these ribs?" "
Aunt Wu was immediately distracted, "Just wash it two or three times, and then boil it with water." "
"Oh, I see." Tang Ruochu nodded suddenly, then pointed to the notebook in his hand, and said to Aunt Wu with a smile: "I'll write this down first." "
Spread the notebook directly on the clean cooking table, bow your head, hold the pen, and memorize it after a few clicks.
Aunt Wu also washed the ribs.
Then, Aunt Wu taught her how to make this Shijin's favorite sweet and sour pork ribs.
She wrote down everything she had to remember in her notebook.
It took a lot of time to make a sweet and sour pork rib, and it took more than an hour to teach her how to make it.
The finished product looks pretty good, but I don't know how it tastes.
"Young lady, you taste it, see if it's delicious." Aunt Wu handed the chopsticks to Tang Ruochu.
The latter took it, picked up a piece of ribs, exhaled the hot air, and then put it to his mouth and bit it carefully.
Aunt Wu looked at her expectantly and nervously.
The sweet and sour taste instantly filled her mouth, and she squinted her eyes and exclaimed, "It's delicious." "
As soon as she heard her say this, Aunt Wu breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "It's delicious, that is, the young lady is smart and learns well." "
Aunt Wu's praise made Tang Ruochu very embarrassed, "Where, Aunt Wu has good craftsmanship, and this is almost done by yourself, Aunt Wu." If I had done it alone, I wouldn't have been able to make it taste like this. "
Her modesty made Aunt Wu shake her head helplessly, "You kid ..."
Tang Ruochu stuck out his tongue, then picked up a piece of pork ribs and sent it to her mouth, "Come, Aunt Wu, you can taste it too, it's delicious." "
Aunt Wu looked at her and was stunned by the bright smile on her face.
In a trance, she seemed to have returned to more than 20 years ago, the same brilliant and bright girl, holding a plate of freshly made sweet and sour pork ribs, couldn't hide her joy and said to her: "Sister Wu, I finally learned to make sweet and sour pork ribs." Come and taste it. "
Aunt Wu's distraction made Tang Ruochu frown, Aunt Wu stared at her directly, her eyes were still mixed with nostalgia, who did this Aunt Wu think of?
"Aunt Wu..." she called cautiously.
"Huh?" Aunt Wu came back to her senses, looked at her blankly, and when she saw her puzzled expression, she quickly smiled and said, "The young lady said that it is delicious and delicious, so I won't taste it." "
After saying that, Aunt Wu lowered her head and turned around to clean up the kitchen.
At this time, Tang Ruochu shouted out to stop her: "Aunt Wu, did you just see someone from me?" "
Aunt Wu paused, and the air fell into a brief silence.
After a while, Aunt Wu didn't look back, and responded in a light tone: "No, the young lady thinks too much." "
Tang Ruochu looked at her figure hurriedly walking into the kitchen, his eyes thoughtful.
In the evening, Tang Ruochu heated the sweet and sour pork ribs that Aunt Wu taught him to make in the microwave, and then brought them to the table and put them away.
When Lu Shijin saw the plate of sweet and sour pork ribs, his brows furrowed slightly.
"Did Aunt Wu do it?" He asked.
"It's not." Tang Ruochu pulled out a chair and sat opposite him, folded his hands on the edge of the table, and looked at him with a smile, "Aunt Wu taught me to make it, and she said that this is your favorite food." "
His eyes flashed slightly, and he hooked the corners of his lips, "Can you eat it?" "
"Of course you can. How much you dislike my craft. Tang Ruochu glared at him angrily, then picked up a piece of chopsticks and put it in his bowl, "Hurry up and eat." "
Lu Shijin glanced at her, then picked up the ribs and took a bite.
"How?" Tang Ruochu looked at him expectantly.
Lu Shijin chewed slowly, his expression was calm and waveless, and he couldn't tell whether he liked it or didn't like it.
Tang Ruochu couldn't help frowning, and asked cautiously, "Isn't it delicious?" "
Lu Shijin put down his chopsticks and snorted slightly: "It's delicious." "
Hearing his praise, Tang Ruochu's heart suddenly bloomed, and he smiled, "Eat more if it's delicious." "
She clipped him a few more pieces, and in an instant the bowl was almost full.
She smiled at him, then lowered her head and took a big bite of rice, to be honest, being praised by him like this, she felt that her appetite had increased greatly, and she could eat two more bowls of rice in the evening.
Lu Shijin didn't move the chopsticks, just watched her eat quietly, with complicated emotions surging in his eyes.
The thin lips pursed, and then asked, "Chu Chu, do you know why I like to eat sweet and sour pork ribs?" "
Tang Ruochu looked up at him, swallowed the rice in his mouth, smiled playfully, and said unexpectedly: "Of course I know, Aunt Wu told me, saying that you were picky when you were a child, and you liked to eat sweet and sour food, so I often made sweet and sour pork ribs for you, sweet and sour fish, and other foods." "
Lu Shijin smiled, "This is only a part. "
"Huh?" Tang Ruochu raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Are there other reasons?" "
"Hmm." Lu Shijin nodded, "Because this is my mother's best dish." "
Lu Shijin lowered his head and smiled, his expression unconsciously revealing a trace of sadness, "This is the dish that my mother learned to cook according to the recipe for me, I learned it again and again, and finally learned it." "
It turns out that this dish has such a story. Tang Ruochu couldn't help but think of Aunt Wu's loss of consciousness at that time, could it be because of Shijin's mother?
"But then my mom went blind, and she never did it again."
Speaking of this, Lu Shijin smiled, "However, now that you are here, I can eat again." "
Isn't Aunt Wu going to do it too? It's okay to let Aunt Wu do it.