Chapter 73 How can my mother be a burden?

After cutting the noodles, it’s time to make the soup.

Eggs, tofu, onions, garlic, shepherd's purse cut into small pieces, coriander, and diced pork are all ready.

"Zila!~"

As the pork is placed in the pot and rotates slightly, a rich aroma is emitted, announcing that a pot of fragrant soup is about to begin.

The most essential part of this soup is the cooked spicy oil.

Originally, all the other dishes had been added, and enough water was added for the noodles. As the flames heated up on the stove, the soup in the pot kept rolling, and the tofu and diced meat jumped up and down.

It already smells great, but I feel like there's still something missing.

At this time, Li Muyang used a spoon to dig out a spoonful of dark red cooked oily spicy seeds and put it into the soup. As the spoon continued to stir, the cooked oily spicy seeds quickly dispersed.

Like red ripples, or like a fiery red flower blooming in the rolling hot soup, the red oil spread quickly and soon dyed the entire soup pot red.

After a few seconds, the pale soup turned into spicy red soup.

The unique aroma of chili oil began to spread in the kitchen, making Li Muyang's nose itchy and making him want to sneeze, but the smell was so good that it instantly ignited and awakened people's sense of taste.

Li Muyang added some cold water to the pot and quickly swirled the beaten eggs evenly into the soup.

After the eggs fall into the water, they slowly turn into egg flakes and float to the surface of the soup.

The golden soup slices made his mouth water. Li Muyang took a greedy sip and swallowed the saliva with satisfaction.

It’s so delicious.

Eggs in this era are really very yellow.

It is completely unlike the so-called free-range eggs that later generations bought in supermarkets. They are bright yellow when opened, and the egg whites are several times more than the egg yolks. When they are thrown into the oil pan, they will splash water. Even three or four eggs cannot be fried to make a dish.

Finally, sprinkle some MSG.

Add a little soy sauce and a splash of vinegar.

Live together.

Hold the ears of the pot and transfer the soup to the back pot, then cook the noodles.

"Qinqin~"

"Hey~"

"Clear the kang and get ready for dinner."

"Okay~"

When cooking long noodles, make sure the water is very boiling.

Long noodles are thin and thin. They will cook when they see a little water. If they are cooked for too long, they will break.

If the breakage is serious, it will not only waste the time of rolling the dough, but also be unlucky.

A handful of noodles was enough for three bowls. After Li Muyang put the noodles and soup for his mother, he added some boiled water.

Mother cannot eat too much salt.

But because she is a girl from Sichuan, she likes to eat chili peppers. If she doesn’t eat some chili peppers, she always feels like there is no taste in her mouth.

Li Muyang had no choice but to follow her.

Due to the size limit of the pot, we can only eat it in batches. The greedy sister and mother eat the first batch first, and he waits until he eats the second pot.

Five minutes later, Li Muyang sat on the threshold with his rice bowl and sucked the first mouthful of noodles into his mouth against the gentle breeze in the mountains. He felt a sincere sense of happiness.

It smells so good!

What a comfortable wind.

What a pleasant life.

How perfect it would be if every day of life could be like this...

Oh, no.

It's not perfect yet. He doesn't have a wife or children yet. If Lin Xiuli was sitting next to him at this moment, that would be real comfort.

"Woooooooo~"

"Woo!"

"Woo!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of barking from the side.

He turned around and saw "Little Happiness" in the basket, staring at the noodles in his bowl and whining non-stop.

It looks like I'm starving.

He wanted to get up immediately and mix the dog with some food, but then he thought about it.

Whatever.

Hungry first.

You won’t starve to death if you don’t eat for a few minutes.

If his noodles were left out for a few minutes, they would become soaked and lose the chewy texture that long noodles should have.

"Wait."

He shouted to Coyotito.

"Woo...wuwu...wuwuwuwu!"

Xiao Xingfu obviously did not accept his idea.

He didn't bother to pay attention to it.

You can't be manipulated by a dog, right?

He waited until he finished three large bowls of spicy red noodles. He ate the last bite of garlic with satisfaction and let out a big burp. Then he stood up, stretched, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and helped Coyotito mix some dog food.

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In rural areas, especially in rural areas in this era, it is absolutely impossible for dogs to eat meat. If they want to eat bones, they have to wait at least until the Chinese New Year.

On weekdays, they mainly eat human leftovers.

If you can use bran to boil some food, it will be considered a good treatment.

But in fact, if a dog keeps eating hot food, he will have a bad temper and bite easily.

Therefore, dogs in rural areas are basically very ferocious and will bite anyone they see. This is the reason.

A cracked bowl was filled with dog food and placed in front of little Xingfu. He sniffed it, looked up at Li Muyang, and barked "woo woo".

It seems that I am not very satisfied with this dog food.

Just now I clearly smelled the aroma of meat in Li Muyang's bowl, but when I came here, I couldn't see any meat at all.

Treating him differently makes his heart hurt.

Li Muyang was too lazy to care about it.

"You still dislike the taste. You have forgotten your origins. If I hadn't brought you back, you would still be a stray dog. You are ungrateful and just stare at the meat in my bowl..."

He turned around and entered the kitchen angrily, "You're still picky. I'm almost going to eat this. As a dog, you can't forget your roots."

He went in and put out the fire on the pot, went to his mother's room, and rushed Li Xiangqin to wash the dishes. He lay down on the kang, ready to rest for a while.

"You're tired, Wu. Just let Qinqin do the cooking. You've been busy outside for so long, and you don't know how to rest more."

Li Muyang turned around and smiled in the direction of his mother: "I'm not tired. I can still tire myself out from work. My health is good. Look at where I look a little tired?"

Yuan Rufeng has been taking close care of her daughter for more than 20 days, constantly helping her loosen up and move her body. It seems that her arms are stronger than before.

She tremblingly stretched out her only movable right hand, placed it on Li Muyang's head, touched it, and gently helped him comb his messy hair.

"Son, how can you not be tired when you get up early and stay up late every day? People are either animals or beasts. If it is too tired, you can't even yell at it. Look at you, you seem to have lost weight recently.

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"Have you lost weight?"

Li Muyang didn’t feel anything.

The conditions at home are limited, and there is no full-length mirror for him to look at, but looking at the mirror he bought for his sister, it seems that there is no change in his face.

It may be the mother's delusion.

Mothers in the world are the only ones who don’t worry about their children getting fat.

The most common thing they say is why they have lost weight again...

Even if you are too fat to be seen in public, and others will laugh at your fatness, your mother will still tell you that there is nothing wrong with being fatter, and if you are fatter, you will have more energy. If the "earth arrows" come, they will not be able to blow you away.

Anyway, they always have various reasons.
To be continued...