"The taste of this clear soup reminds me of the noodle soup my grandma made for me when I was a kid..."

While eating, Hu Zhihai suddenly said something like this. He thought about it and then said,

"At that time, my parents were very busy at work and often away from home. When I was a child, I lived with my grandmother.

One winter, when I went out to play with some friends in the village, I accidentally fell into a pond and got soaked all over. After returning home, I developed a high fever that night.

My whole body was on fire, and my grandmother was so anxious that she carried me to the house of Doctor Barefoot in the next village overnight while shedding tears.

I was given an intravenous drip at Dr. Barefoot's house. When the fever subsided and I returned home, it was already midnight. My grandma asked me if I wanted to eat. I didn't eat that night. After the fever subsided, I was so hungry that I just said I wanted to eat.

Then, my grandma was busy in the kitchen for a long time in the evening, and finally brought me a bowl of hot and fragrant noodle soup.

I ate a big bowl of it, broke out in a stinky sweat, and then fell asleep comfortably. When I woke up the next morning, my body was completely fine!"

"Tsk, tsk, the noodle soup made by your grandma is much more effective than those antipyretics!"

When Lu Shuwu heard this, he was amazed and said with a smile,

"I guess when we were young, we all ate similar foods with magical effects. No matter what kind of disease we were in, we would be cured once we ate it!"

"Then I don't know. Anyway, I thought the noodle soup my grandma made that time was extremely delicious. Later, after I recovered from my illness, I ate it many times, but it always felt a bit unsatisfying."

Hu Zhihai licked his lips and said with some nostalgia,

"Unfortunately, my grandmother fell ill and passed away two years ago. From then on, I can no longer eat the noodle soup made by my grandmother."

"Uh... don't be sad!"

Lu Shuwu didn't know how to persuade him for a while, so he reached out and patted Hu Zhihai on the shoulder, comforting him,

"Your grandma will be very happy to see that you can eat so well now. If Izumi knew better, she would be very happy."

"Maybe they think I eat too much and ask me to exercise more quickly!"

Hu Zhihai smiled "hehe", took another big mouthful of soup, and said with a smile,

"But to be honest, this clear soup made by Lao Jiang really tastes like the one my grandmother made back then. It's delicious!"

"Okay, if you think it tastes good, eat more. Brother Xiaowu and I have to go home after eating!"

Although Hu Zhihai had said several times that the clear soup tasted like the noodle soup made by his grandmother, Jiang Yu didn't think much about it.

Many people have a feeling of déjà vu when eating, which is quite normal.

Not to mention Hu Zhihai, even he himself has encountered it.

Therefore, he didn't think there was anything different about this matter.

After another half hour, when everyone had filled their stomachs, Jiang Yu tidied up the kitchen and washed and disinfected all the bowls. Then he went back upstairs to pack up his things and prepare to go home.

After the canteen was closed for the holidays, the construction team was about to move in to renovate the second floor, so Jiang Yu handed over the key to the door to Hu Zhihai.

….

"Lao Jiang, just go back and celebrate the New Year with peace of mind. I will definitely take care of the renovation of the second floor of the cafeteria for you!"

Hu Zhihai patted his chest confidently and said with a smile,

"When you get back, just be ready to open for business!"

"OK,***!"

Jiang Yu didn't say much, waved his hand towards him and said,

"When I come back, if everything goes well, I will make you braised pork elbow!"

"Braised elbow..."

When Hu Zhihai heard this, his saliva immediately flowed down.

Crispy, soft, spicy, braised pork elbow, full of collagen in one bite, who the hell can stand this?

His eyes turned red immediately

He shouted towards Jiang Yu’s leaving figure,

"Lao Jiang, don't worry, I will do my job very well!"

It was only when Jiang Yu was gone further and further away that he could no longer be seen, then Hu Zhihai turned back to the canteen with a look of reluctance.

He frowned and looked around, always feeling as if he had forgotten something, but for a while, he couldn't remember what he had forgotten.

It wasn't until he turned around and accidentally saw the empty meal window that he suddenly remembered:

Now that Jiang Yu is gone, what will he eat for more than a month?

When he thought of this serious problem, Hu Zhihai's face instantly turned pale...

…

It was only around four o'clock in the afternoon when I returned home to Raozhou.

A steady drizzle was falling in the sky, making the already gloomy sky look even darker.

When I got home in a taxi, the door was still closed. It was raining outside and it was so cold. I didn't know where my grandma had gone to find something to do.

Jiang Yu found the key from the crack in the door and opened the door. A cold wind swirled in from the outside with raindrops, making Jiang Yu couldn't help but shiver.

He quickly closed the door and took the suitcase back to his room.

Grandma probably knew that she would be back in the next few days. The room was neatly tidied, the quilt had just been washed, and it still had a sun-baked fragrance.

The small desk next to the bedside was also clean. Except for a calendar, a clean teacup and a few books, there was nothing else.

Jiang Yu sat in the room for a while, seeing that it was getting darker and darker, and grandma hadn't come back yet. He thought about it, then got up and went to the kitchen to prepare for cooking.

He washed the rice first, put it in the rice cooker and cooked it, and then opened the refrigerator and took a look.

You don't know this by looking at him, but as soon as you look at him, you don't know what to say.

There were only two plates of uneaten leftovers in the refrigerator, a piece of fat meat and two handfuls of vegetables, and nothing else.

With just such a small amount, even if Jiang Yu was asked to make flowers, he wouldn't be able to make anything delicious.

This is really in line with the saying: It’s hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice!

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After thinking about it, Jiang Yu still took the umbrella and went out and hurried to the nearby vegetable market.

In fact, it's a bit late now, and there are no good dishes in the market.

Jiang Yu picked and picked, bought some pork belly, and a large bag of vegetables such as tofu, carrots, potatoes, vermicelli, and cabbage, and then hurried back home.

….

Sure enough, grandma still didn't come back, so he had to go back to the kitchen and continue working.

The weather in the south is damp and cold, and it rained again today. No matter what he cooks, there is a high probability that the food will be cold as soon as it comes out of the pot.

Therefore, Jiang Yu thought about it and decided to make a Northeastern stew.

After it is cooked, put it into a small pot, place it on a simple firewood stove, and cook it slowly over low heat. The whole family will be full and the dish will still be hot.

In the cold and humid winter, eating such a hot and fragrant stew really warms the whole body, from the body to the heart.

Jiang Yu's kitchen is equipped with a firewood stove, and to cook, you need to set up firewood first.

Although he hadn't burned firewood for a long time, it didn't bother him at all.

Jiang Yu put a few thin dry firewood into the stove, took some thin wood shavings, lit the fire with a lighter, and carefully put it into the stove.

Although it was raining outside, the dry firewood in the kitchen was not damp and started to burn as soon as it touched the fire. After a while, the firewood in the stove was burning brightly.

After the large iron pot was heated up, Jiang Yu put oil into the pot, added chopped garlic and sauteed until fragrant, then put the pork belly pieces that had been soaked in hot water and dried into the pot, and then added an appropriate amount of light soy sauce and aged pork.

Smoke and continue to stir-fry.

After a while, the strong aroma of lard wafted in the kitchen, which made people want to eat.

After the pork belly was stir-fried and the oil turned slightly brown, Jiang Yu added water to the pot, added a small amount of rock sugar and salt, and simmered over low heat.

After simmering for more than half an hour, Jiang Yu took out the pork belly and soup again, poured oil into the pot and added garlic, then put potato slices, carrots, etc. into the pot and stir-fried for a while.

Immediately afterwards, add the pork belly and soup together, pour in an appropriate amount of boiling water and continue to stew.

After the water in the pot boiled, he cut the tofu into cubes, added the baby cabbage and vermicelli together, simmered for a while, then added salt, chicken essence, light soy sauce, dark soy sauce, pepper and other seasonings, and then added chili powder.

and chopped green onions.

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This pot of Northeastern stew is ready.

At this moment, the entire kitchen was filled with white steam, and the aroma of stew filled the small room and penetrated directly into Jiang Yu's nose, making people unable to help but swallow their saliva.

After turning off some of the firewood in the stove, leaving only a small amount to warm the vegetables in the pot, Jiang Yu got up and washed his hands, then went to the front hall and opened the door.

The sky outside the house was already completely dark. The drizzling rain stopped at some point, and snowflakes started to fall in the sky.

Looking at the cars speeding by from time to time on the dark road, Jiang Yu couldn't help but frown tightly.

It's such a cold day, why hasn't grandma come back yet?

He was hesitating whether to go out and look for it when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a thin figure from the corner of his eye, hunched over and walking slowly from the corner of the street.
To be continued...