"Mom, I'm hungry." Yang Fan saw Zhao Rui coming in from the corner of his eyes and acted coquettishly with Mrs. Zhao.

Since this meal was not a familiar kitchen, Yang Fan spent a lot of time just searching for side dishes and seasonings.

The recipes for a dish are different, so the ingredients required are different.

"You are just hungry, why am I not hungry? Haven't you even eaten snacks on the way to school?" Mrs. Zhao was doting on her daughter, but on the surface, she was like thousands of mothers, and she disliked her children in various ways.

Yang Fan didn't raise his head, as if he was concentrating on cooking, but said, "Ruirui's body is still growing and developing, and she is hungry faster. When I was in high school, I often added meals and went to school cafeteria like most students.

After a few taels of rice, you have to make another bowl of noodles so that you can have enough food.”

Zhao Rui's face was flushed and explained shyly: "I didn't eat that much. I'll just eat one or two for dinner at the school cafeteria."

Mrs. Zhao smiled and said, "The remaining two taels are filled with snacks, right?"

Zhao Rui curled her lips: "It's not two taels, at most one tael."

Mrs. Zhao said without giving her daughter face, "I don't believe that the pack of potato chips tonight."

"Mom~" Zhao Rui shook Mrs. Zhao's arm and glanced at Yang Fan with a blushing face.

Yang Fan closed the lid of the pot and simmered for a while.

He made this dish with pork belly, which was only half-cooked. After seeing it, Mrs. Zhao said she wanted to eat it.

The best pork belly with skin must be fat and thin.

In Chinese recipes, braised pork has a long history, but it is very popular.

Pork, soy sauce, is common and easy to obtain. Cooking does not require advanced skills, just take time and patience, which makes braised pork a classic home-cooked dish.

For more sophisticated things, roast the skin on a high heat first. The skin will shrink rapidly under high temperature and can be stewed for a long time, and still maintain a strong and tough texture.

Red is the label of appearance. To get this attractive color, you can fry sugar, add dark soy sauce, or use red yeast rice or fermented tofu. Each company has its own method.

Broth of broth cannot be wasted. No matter what ingredients are added, it will become the most tacit supporting role of braised pork after sucking the soup.

The temperature is old and tender, the taste is thick and thin, and every household is ever-changing.

Compared with skills, the devoted intention is the most worth remembering.

"After cooking, I'll make you a pot of brown sugar ginger tea." Yang Fan said to Zhao Rui.

Zhao Rui was stunned and blushed.

Mrs. Zhao looked at her daughter with a smile, and admired Yang Fan's care and observation skills very much.

After dinner at Zhao's house, Yang Fan did not clean up the table and sat in front of the piano by the dining table.

Music can cultivate sentiment, and musical instruments are part of music.

If you can live in such a house, the Zhao family naturally has no shortage of pianos.

Once upon a time, I used to have a cigarette after a meal, which was better than a living god.

Now, Yang Fan has said goodbye completely.

This body is not addicted to smoking, not to mention that there are children at home, it is impossible to smoke.

It cannot be said that people who smoke and drink are selfish, but those who smoke in public are definitely not of quality.

In the so-called public occasions, including restaurant lobbies, a group of people who don’t know each other sit at their own tables and eat.

Of course, although the open-air food stalls are considered public places, the space is not closed, it is normal to smoke and drink, and it is not considered inequality.

The occasion is like that. You can’t just say that you don’t have the quality just by seeing someone dancing striptease in the opposite building with your telescope.

"Brother, do you want to play the piano?" Zhao Rui sat next to Yang Fan. After a meal, she became familiar with Yang Fan.

Girls today are very brave, at least they are cheerful and brighter than Yang Fan's generation.

Feudal ideas in the countryside are still quite serious. When Yang’s father and mother were from the age of three or four, boys and girls could not play with each other.

Yang Fan's generation was not much open. The two children, he and Wang Jun, were so familiar that they were not different from gender.

In junior high school, the two went to the back mountain to play together.

I remember one time, Wang Jun ran to the big size after playing halfway through the game, just behind a tree. Yang Fan didn't know at first, so he kept talking to Wang Jun while digging wild vegetables.

Wang Jun shouted a little impatiently: "Don't talk to me first, I'm shitting."

Yang Fan stopped talking.

After a while, there was no sound, Wang Jun talked to Yang Fan himself.

Yang Fan said: "Aren't you shitting, can you still talk?"

Wang Jun said: "I didn't pinch it just now, but now I'm pinched it and I can speak."

In Zhao's restaurant.

Yang Fan played a song, and the sound of the piano was as wonderful as ever and his skills were outstanding.

Zhao Rui listened to the sound of the piano and looked at Yang Fan who was serious and devoted.

It seems that he can see his past from him.

Love is the most unthinkable thing in the world. Some people get apart after a good time, some people get arguing, some people get arguing, some people get arguing, some people get arguing, some people get arriving as they walk.

It's broken up.

During the long journey, everyone has their own stories, either joy, sadness, or past events, but in the end it is these stories that fulfill their today's self and their special self.

Zhao Rui didn't say anything, but just told Yang Fan in her heart that everything would get better slowly.

In addition to time, we also have the ability to heal.

"Brother, are you heartbroken?" Zhao Rui asked Yang Fan.

Yang Fan shook his head: "No."

One after another, seamless connection, how can the saying of broken love come from?

"Can you play it again?" Zhao Rui asked.

"No matter how good the music is, it cannot withstand the single loop." Yang Fan said with a smile.

"Only once, let's do it again." Zhao Rui said coquettishly.

The little girl's spoiled behavior is pure and natural.

Yang Fan did not refuse and played again.

"What kind of song is this?" After listening to it again, Zhao Rui asked about the title of the song.

"This love is here to stay." Yang Fan said.

Zhao Rui also learned to play the piano and searched for this song in her memory, but of course she couldn't find it in the end.

"Why haven't I heard such a nice song?" Zhao Rui was very confused.

Yang Fan smiled and said, "Because its author is very strange to people in this world."

"Isn't the author famous?" Zhao Rui suddenly realized.

"Yeah." Yang Fan nodded: "Call Richard."

Zhao Rui was surprised, and then said with some regret: "It was actually a song written by a foreigner. What a pity. I thought it was from our country. As expected, there are many foreign music talents and they write such good songs."

Yang Fan nodded: "A sapling needs soil to grow into a big tree. Our soil is not fertile enough, and with the various Western penetrations and it has been causing damage, so we have a little hard time."

"Punish them out." Zhao Ruitian said.

Yang Fan asked with a smile: "There was World Ocean Day some time ago. Do you know this?"

Zhao Rui nodded: "I know, June 8th every year."

"Then have you seen any news online?" Yang Fan asked.
Chapter completed!