Sang Xiaoyu asked in confusion: "Why is such an expensive soup covered with cabbage and tofu? Isn't it bad to call it seafood soup?"
The woman was a little proud and said with excitement: "I don't know about this, maybe it's just a mystery. I told Lao Huang just now that if you can't drink it, we won't tell you."
There is approval in those eyes, which means that you are knowledgeable and you have met a close friend.
Sang Xiaoyu took the woman's hand in a friendly way and said, "Sister-in-law, thank you very much for treating us so warmly."
The woman was happy and said: "Lao Huang said you are a nice person, I think you are really nice."
Li Junhao thanked him and asked more pragmatically: "I would like to take the liberty to ask, do you still have the original ancestral secret recipe? We are a restaurant, can we learn from it?"
Lao Huang just frowned symbolically, and then relaxed.
Sang Xiaoyu felt that he was a little abrupt. This was a secret recipe after all, but the woman stared at her husband everywhere, seeing his pleasant appearance, and said disapprovingly: "What kind of secret recipe has been passed down from generation to generation? The original list does have it, but we just don't know what's in it."
It’s long gone now.”
Sang Xiaoyu immediately said: "Can we take a look?"
The woman glanced at Old Huang and said, "Are you still putting it in the box?"
Lao Huang stood up, took out a small box from a cabinet, and then took out a small, yellowed notebook, and opened a page for them to read.
Sang Xiaoyu immediately took a photo of it with her mobile phone and thanked her profusely.
Lao Huang pointed to the ingredients in the small book and said: "The complexity here is not the ingredients, but the process of putting them in the pot and the size of the fire. There are also several Chinese herbal medicines in there. They should be gone or have their names changed now."
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Don't add this traditional Chinese medicine. Times have changed, and the use of medicine has also changed a lot. Don't make problems with it anymore. This thing is nothing, but it is very troublesome and complicated to make."
The woman responded: "Once I thought it was too troublesome, so I put everything in at once, but it had no effect at all. It was exactly the same as ordinary soup."
Sang Xiaoyu asked carefully: "How long will it take?"
Then Lao Huang opened the small book again and asked them to see the small black dots behind each ingredient, saying that one small black dot represented fifteen minutes...
Sang Xiaoyu and Li Junhao immediately put their heads together and found that each ingredient was separated by small dots. Some were more and some were less. If Lao Huang hadn't told them, they wouldn't have been able to crack it in their lifetime.
Sang Xiaoyu once again expressed her gratitude and said: "I didn't know this soup was so troublesome and time-consuming. If I knew, I wouldn't be able to eat it by myself."
The little boy immediately said: "My mother gave me a bowl."
The woman was about to scold him, but after hearing what they said, the girl felt that the soup was a good thing, and said aggrievedly: "I don't get any of the good things."
Li Junhao smacked his lips and said he missed the taste of soup again.
The woman said: "I'll cook some more for you."
Sang Xiaoyu and Li Junhao shook their heads together and said, "I definitely don't want to do it anymore. It's too troublesome, and I also want to have a good aftertaste."
Lao Huang laughed and agreed with their statement, saying that no matter how good the food was, it would lose its taste if he drank it every day.
Sang Xiaoyu felt even more sorry for this family. Unfortunately, she didn't expect to disturb them when she came. If she knew they had children, she would have bought some gifts for them.
Li Junhao said jokingly: "Old Huang, you can open a small restaurant with this soup, and I will keep it popular throughout your fish village."
Before Old Huang could say anything, the woman took over and said, "It takes too much time to do whatever you want. You have to cook one pot a day, and you don't have to drink the northwest wind."
Li Junhao gritted his teeth in amusement and said that when I get old, I will point to this soup and sell one pot a day. The price of a pot is 500 yuan.
The woman was a little disdainful and said, "Then you have to die."
After saying that, he smiled at Lao Huang, who also smiled and said: "The cost is really not low, and it also takes time."
Sang Xiaoyu returned to the house and asked with a smile, "Does this soup look like life?"
Li Junhao said, have you committed the petty bourgeoisie problem again? Can you appreciate life with a bowl of soup?
Sang Xiaoyu thought thoughtfully and said that this is really a wonderful dish. On the surface, it is inconspicuous, and no one takes it seriously, but the beauty lies in the ingredients and the skills behind it. It is really amazing.
The most important thing is the word "boil".
All success is achieved through hard work. There is no shortcut. No one succeeds overnight. Behind all the glamor, there is bitterness that you cannot see.
If you want to succeed, you must withstand countless hardships, endure long-term pain, and endure loneliness. One word, "endurance".
Only by being able to endure it, gritting one's teeth and not relaxing, persisting and pushing forward without giving up halfway, can one be able to get ahead. The difference between success and failure lies in the word "endurance".
Sang Xiaoyu said that she is just the cabbage or tofu in the soup, but the people behind her are the most precious ingredients. They are lost in the soup, and everyone only sees the cabbage and tofu, but the real skills are behind it.
Li Junhao said that she was sour and that she always loved Lenovo when everything was fine. He would never get rid of this problem in this life.
Sang Xiaoyu smiled bitterly, she felt this was the biggest difference between her and Li Junhao.
Unable to communicate mentally, she has always felt that this aspect is particularly important.
Seeing Sang Xiaoyu's lost look, Li Junhao thought she was still thinking about soup, so he said jokingly: "How about I be your personal secretary tomorrow? I can definitely learn this soup and cook it for you every day."
Sang Xiaoyu asked sternly: "Secretary, let's just say secretary, why are you so close to me?"
Li Junhao came closer to her and said, "I'll kiss you."
Sang Xiaoyu glared at him fiercely and said that he was out of shape.
Li Junhao said that he is not her follower, so why is this vice president just a cover?
Sang Xiaoyu laughed and said that he also functions as an assistant.
Li Junhao looked at her and said, "I can't forget the taste of this soup. Can you go back to Meilanjiang and make one for me?"
Sang Xiaoyu laughed and said, "You were just about to do it for me, and why did you regret it again? I don't know if I have this skill, so I will ruin your beautiful memories."
Li Junhao said: "I do it for you because I am your subordinate, and you do it for me because you are a woman. I want to experience your little birdy side."
Li Junhao knew that Sang Xiaoyu loved football very much and was an out-and-out football fan. She often burst into tears while watching football, saying that the stadium is life, especially when well-known stars retire or are injured.
, she was extremely sad.
Li Junhao said jokingly: "Didn't you say that the stadium is life? Now it has changed? Soup is also life? Is this rain life? How can you always find life in all things?"
Sang Xiaoyu thought deeply, especially facing the endless rain outside, and murmured to himself: "All things in nature already exist in this society, and of course they are here to embody life."