Tang Yuan woke up with a sudden chill. He blinked and adjusted to the dim light in the warm air. He turned his head and met a pair of doubtful yellow-green eyes.
Xiao Hei has been paying attention to this strange human being for a long time. Since the owner left, this person has been lying on the spot that originally belonged to the owner for a long time. It was so long that Xiao Hei almost thought he was dead. So after confirming that he was not in any danger
, Xiao Hei jumped to the pillow, stretched out the cold flesh pad that he had stepped on repeatedly on the ground, and quietly explored his forehead.
Tang Yuan looked at Xiao Hei expressionlessly, with the unique aura of a superior person fully unleashed. Xiao Hei shrank his neck in fear, arched his body and bared his sharp teeth.
"Shut your mouth." A faint voice came out, without any emotion, but it contained the slightest hint of threat for no reason.
Tang Yuan resumed his supine position, clasped his hands on his abdomen, and closed his eyes again. This small bed made it difficult for his long legs to fully extend, and his calves were slightly arched under the quilt, but he had not been able to fully stretch them in the past few months.
The most comfortable sleep I have ever had.
But this comfort was disturbed by a half-grown black cat. Chef Tang felt a hint of displeasure in his heart.
"Gala, gala -" Xiao Hei felt that his status as the overlord of the community was completely suppressed by this man. The key is that he couldn't fight! Just the man's glance made him inexplicably frightened, and he was so angry that he ran straight away.
In front of the cat scratching post that Yu Jian made for it, she scratched it ferociously, as if it was a man's handsome face...
Tang Yuan frowned at the constant noise. After a while, the remaining sleepiness was finally eliminated by Xiao Hei. He opened his dark eyes and slowly sat up straight.
The house is a bit old, obviously showing its age. There are large cracks in the paint at the corners of the walls, revealing the cement color of the wall behind it. The room is not big in size, but it is neatly kept. The little girl does not have too many things.
There were no cosmetics on the table, but several cookbooks of local dishes. He got out of bed and opened the wardrobe not far away.
Sure enough, there were only a few pieces of clothing, and she didn't have the self-consciousness of a young girl at all.
Tang Yuan sighed, stroked his forehead and laughed softly. There was no need to look outside. When he came in, he could feel the desolation of the owner of the house at a quick glance. Apart from basic furniture, there was really nothing there.
This heart gradually began to twitch again. In the past few months, had Yu Jian always lived such a miserable life? Tang Yuan sat back on the bed slumped, with his hands on his knees, his upper body hanging down, covered by his bangs
I couldn't see what he was thinking...
I don't know how long it took, but there was a slight chatter outside the door, accompanied by footsteps on the stairs, which finally caught Tang Yuan's attention.
The moment he raised his face, the door was opened. The assistant poked his head in like a giraffe, and saw his boss posing as a meditator like a sculpture, and then... stared at him sharply.
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He suddenly felt a chill coming from the soles of his feet again. He quickly pushed the food box in his hand into the hands of the person behind him and ran away: "I...I suddenly remembered that there are still things to deal with..."
Okay! Just leave! Why would his boss tell him with such a naked expression: What are you doing here? Get out of here!
The assistant jumped down the steps in three steps and disappeared in the wind and snow as if he had seen a ghost. This minus ten degrees is not only the temperature in Xinjiang Province, but also the young heart that was bruised by the boss——
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Without saying a word, Yu Jian put everything on the table aside, making enough space, and placed the dishes in the food box one by one.
Concerned about Tang Yuan's weak body, she did not bring the restaurant's dishes back, but made some separately, including refreshing green broccoli fried shrimps, fragrant and appetizing hot and sour lamb tendons, blanched in water and mixed with minced garlic.
The spinach, the mutton leg bone that was stewed until soft but still retaining its original taste, and the emperor's porridge, which was praised by Brother Ye as a fine wine.
Tang Yuan took a deep breath, and a faint aroma filled the air. His stomach, which had been without appetite for a long time, made a crisp sound in the aroma.
At this time, Yu Jian couldn't hold it in anymore. She gave him a funny look and thrust the spoon and chopsticks into his hands: "A great Western chef can actually make himself hungry! Isn't it a shame to go out?
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Tang Yuan's face didn't change, and his heart didn't beat. He calmly picked up a shrimp, put it in his mouth and chewed it. The shrimp shells, with the unique salty taste of the ocean, captured his heart at once. This little girl
The dishes she cooks are just like her, and they always give people a different surprise.
"I'm just not used to the food in Xinjiang Province." He explained in a nonchalant manner. This can't be blamed on him. Xinjiang Province loves spicy food, and most of the ingredients are beef and sheep. He came here rashly.
Isn't it normal to not be able to adapt to it all of a sudden?
Yu Jian didn't say much to him, scooped out a large bowl of emperor's porridge and put it in front of him, raised her chin and said, "Drink it all."
This colorful soup piqued Chef Tang's interest. With a chef's unique curiosity, he slowly stirred it and followed the direction of the spoon to notice the novelty.
"This...isn't rice?"
Yu Jian smiled lightly: "Although the emperor's porridge has the name of porridge, it doesn't put a single grain of rice in it. The rice-like things in it are made of noodles. Try it, it tastes different from ordinary porridge.
"
In a small bowl of noodle soup, carrots, chamagu and various rich ingredients are added, and then simmered carefully in clear sheep soup, and hand-rolled noodles are added. The process is cumbersome and labor-intensive, so it is called
It is indeed called "Emperor's Porridge".
Tang Yuan gently blew the rim of the bowl to cool it, and then took a small sip of the soup. It was slightly sweet with a touch of sourness, and the unique taste of Qiamagu rushed to his Tianling Gai in an instant, making his eyes
Brighter and brighter.
This is a taste he has never tasted in his nearly thirty years of life. Sour and sweet, fresh and fragrant, vegetables and meat fat. These are contradictory and conflicting flavors, but they can be perfectly blended in a small bowl.
, the layer after layer of superimposed tastes made him immersed in it for a moment, unable to extricate himself.
It is said that the mutton in Xinjiang Province has a smell of mutton, but Tang Yuan's mouth only smelled of mutton and mutton oil, without any strange smell. There were also vegetables mixed with it, and it was paired with chewy flour.
, multiple flavors exploded in his mouth, he drank one mouthful after another, finishing a whole bowl in just a few minutes.
In the dry season of winter in Xinjiang Province, this bowl of emperor's porridge really relieved his fatigue for many days and gave him endless vitality and strength.
"One more bowl!" Chef Tang wiped his lips proudly, then stretched out the bowl in front of Yu Jian, with infinite desire in his eyes.