Paternity

Chapter 57

Su Quangen and Miao Yinhua did not know that their precious granddaughter was being watched as a joke.After the lunch market was over, Su Quangen found his wife and whispered a secret to her ear.

"I think our son is actually a genius!"

A culinary genius with absolute taste.

After hearing what his wife said, Miao Yinhua appraised her suspiciously.

She also suspected that her husband might be suffering from Alzheimer's.

"This really doesn't work, let's go to the hospital to see it?"

Miao Yinhua thought that for many years, he and his wife depended on each other for life.If his wife really had Alzheimer's, she should take good care of him.

This way, the store business would definitely not be able to be taken care of, not just because his skills were not as good as his wife, he said, but also because he has seen a lot of news about dementia patients getting lost because his family members didn't take it.

The old woman could not help feeling sad when she thought her wife would get lost due to her own negligence and began to forget about her wandering life with a full meal.

"Go to the hospital? What's wrong, are you not feeling well?"

Su Quangen did not expect his wife to have such a rich imagination at all.Seeing Miao Yinhua's reddish skin and speaking calmly, he thought there should be no big problem, he thought there should be no big problem, so he kept secretly telling his wife about his discovery.

"Our son is a genius. In fact, I found it yesterday. Didn't you think a pot of soy soup and pork stewed really well yesterday? Let me tell you, it's because my son came to the kitchen yesterday and added some herbs, let alone control the salty taste and spices more precisely than me, I thought it was just a coincidence before, but it turned out that she filmed me cooking in the back kitchen today.just like yesterday, when I was cooking Sometimes he told me to add more salt and less sugar... I ignored him, and he did it himself."

The old man rambled, and as he spoke, his expression began to daydream.

“At first I was angry with him for making trouble for me. This spice can be entered carelessly? If the taste is spoiled, I have to make it again. "

The old man could not control his excitement, and when he finished saying the last word, he patted his thighs hard.

"At that time, I heard from my father that there was this kind of person with a very sensitive tongue. The innate talent of this kind of person cannot be pursued by many chefs who have worked hard for a lifetime. If I had a tongue like ours a boy back then, I would Dad definitely not soften his heart to me, he should let me pass on our foster family skills even if he has all the sticks."

Su Quangen said with emotion that he felt that after a hundred years, his father might wait on the ground with a stick, and he had to beat him up Who told him to damage such a good seedling?

But it's not too late to find out now.

Saying that, the old man laughed again.

"Snapped-"

The slap from the old woman interfered with her fantasy.

"Yinhua, why are you beating me?"

Su Quangen asked dejectedly while touching his slapped arm.

"Let you scare people!"

He thought it was due to dementia, which made him feel sad to death after thinking about it so much.

Su Quangen:?

Their son is capable, is that a scary thing?

"Don't talk about it, you can talk about the fact that our son is a genius."

Miao Yinhua had to take it seriously because it was about the big baby in her heart.

Su Quangen:? ? ?

The more doubts, weren't they talking about their son in the beginning?

I always felt like my daughter-in-law was weird today, maybe she was dementia? In Su Quangen's heart, the couple's physical examination this year was already on the agenda.

*****

It was almost two o'clock in the afternoon for the Su family to start lunch today.

A bowl of pork rib soup is the usual winter melon, in addition to Su Quangen making two more dishes, a small fried yolk croaker and a scrambled egg of tomatoes.

Scrambled eggs of tomatoes are a home-cooked dish that doesn't really test cooking skills. There is no secret recipe. Ordinary people can make a sweet and sour taste at home. Miao Yinhua likes to eat scrambled eggs of fried tomatoes. The appearance is less, but scrambled eggs of this type of tomato taste better, and bibimbap is a must.

The little yellow croaker was specially sent to a seafood vendor at the Sujia snack shop. It felt very fresh, and the scales of the fish still exuded a bright luster. Unfortunately, the size is rather small and the portions are not large. Su Quangen simply fried him a small yellow scavenger.

The practice of making small fried yellow croakers is not difficult, but it is not simple.

Cut the organ in a small yellow croaker and clean it, then add cooking wine, salt, ginger, and other herbs to marinate it according to taste.

It was worth mentioning that when Su Quangen marinated the little yellow baker, his talented son took out the old ginger that he put into the belly of the fish and threw it away that day, and also remove some salt on the surface of the fish.

Since Su Quangen was consciously observing Su Aobai, Su Quangen was unwilling to ask the first time he did that.

"I can understand that you removed some of the salt I put down. Perhaps the taste of so much salt will be salty, but why do you throw the ginger away?"

Su Quangen used to marinate fish this way, and he did not think he made a mistake.

"Huh? Shouldn't you be doing that?"

Su Aobai showed a puzzled expression, "I just saw what was written on Grandpa's note, so I followed him?"

"Note? Where's records?"

Su Quangen was astonished, did his father give notes to future generations?

"Dad, you know, it wasn't in the box in the attic, I thought it was Grandpa's legacy."

The small building of Su house has three floors, the first floor is the sidewalk, the second floor is the room of the elders and the living room and the bathroom used together by the whole family, the, the third floor was the bedroom of Su Aobai and his son., and on top of the third floor there was actually a very small attic, you had to step on the stairs, you had to step on, and most of the items there are old items that are no longer used at home but are reluctant to be thrown away.

Several relics of Mr. Su's family were placed in the attic, including some of the clothes he wore during his life, as well as some objects and books he liked to use during his life, and he had collected several boxes.

Those items were removed by Su Quangen himself, but were there any records in them? How could he not remember?

Could it be mixed in those books?

Su Quangen thought about it, but the record would not disappear even though it was there, so he still had to ask why he did that.

“Jahe has a strong taste and can remove the fishy smell and smell of meat. However, the taste of such a large small yellow croaker fish was very delicate and did not smell strange. Marinating fish with ginger will cover its own delicacy. As for the salt, Dad, don't you think some of the steamed fish we ate at home used to be a bit tight?This is because too much salt is added, and the salt itself will precipitate the water, which will make the fish tight, so it is not recommended to add salt when salting too much, and the salting time should not be too long.

In addition, frying with heavy oil can mask the distinctive smell of some ingredients.For a small fresh yellow croaker, marinating too much seasoning will make its own general taste less prominent.

This explanation was clear and logical, and Su Quangen was unable to find his fault.

But the problem is that he does not think that adding so much salt will affect the taste of the fish, because for most people, these subtle changes are invisible, simply because too many changes, when combined, are not noticeable, something looks like a difference.

But for some foodies with sensitive tongues, a slight change in salt content when salting fish has determined the success or failure of a dish.

Su Quangen approved of his son's behavior, and when the fish was about to be salted, he began to adjust the dough.

Eggs, flour, and starch are mixed into dough in proportion During the process, Su Aobai naturally adds some proportion of flour to it when Su Quangen captures the flour and starch.

Su Quangen stopped chewing and let it operate.The small marinated yellow croaker is wrapped with dough, poured into a hot oil pan, fried until golden on both sides, then lifted to control the oil.

He brought this dish to the dining table along with fried tomatoes and scrambled eggs, and the old woman put a small yellow croaker in her mouth before she finished serving the food.

Freaky! crispy!

Obviously, the first bite is a small yellow croaker head, but no hard bones. Whole yellow croaker fried and crispy. One more bite from his fish body was crisp on the outside, but his flesh was still very tender. The old woman would eat half of it, a small crispy-fried yellow croaker was laid before my eyes, and the cross-section of the fish's body could clearly see its deep texture.

The fish is clear as crystal, the texture of each petal shows its freshness, has long been fried, and the moisture of the fish itself is still tightly locked in the dough, not damaging the tenderness and moisture.

The combination of crisp and soft, oily aroma and fresh aroma complement each other, and a little salt is added to enhance the taste when marinating, and a little bit of salt is added, the old woman thought that she could eat a bowl of small fried yellow croaker that was so delicious in one sitting.

Miao Yinhua ate the little yellow bread in two or three bites, then winked at his wife.

Or how could it be said that the person next to the pillow who had been sleeping on the same bed for almost forty years, Su Quangen immediately understood the gesture, and nodded quickly.

My son is actually a culinary genius!

Miao Yinhua felt like he was dreaming, but the fresh scent of the little yellow croaker left in his mouth kept reminding him that it was real, because his wife had never made such a delicious fried little yellow croaker.

Two plates and one soup were quickly finished by a family of three After the meal, the old couple that you hinted at me, I hinted at you, and finally inevitably spoke.

"Son, since you have the ability to cook, why didn't you show it before?"

Miao Yinhua asked suspiciously.

"I've never been to the kitchen before!"

Su Aobai stretched her neck, her attitude very straight.

But there was nothing wrong with what he said, as long as the old couple loved his son, his real body really did not have the opportunity to step into the kitchen to show his cooking skills, she said, if she doesn't suddenly wake up this time to do a live broadcast, she may not be staying in the kitchen, and because she's Dad meddling in an operation that she doesn't feel right about, to show his talent.

Su Quangen and Miao Yinhua opened their mouths wide, unable to speak for a moment.

"Then, have you been able to taste the cooking your father cooked before, is that not good enough?"

Miao Yinhua thought, the tongue of a genius must be born with it, but since he had sensed that his father's skill was imperfect, how could he survive for over forty years?

"Sample and exit."

Su Aobai scratched his head.

The answer is also very free and easy.

"Moreover, Dad's skills are just a bit of a problem. How lucky I am. If I was reincarnated as a child of your parents, if I was thrown into someone else's family, like Uncle Da's, then I would cry a lot.to death.

Uncle Da Da at the mouth of Su Aobai is a frequent visitor to the Su snack shop Almost as long as the memory of Su Aobai, his family of three eats at the store all year round, except for a few days when the whole family went out for a wedding banquet together, it was almost raining or sunny, as the food made by the couple was too unpleasant.

After hearing his son's explanation, the old couple laughed.

Especially Su Quangen, the others said that his son was not good, it was not good. Now it seems that his son is very obedient and devoted. She obviously thought that her food was not her liking, but because she knew that she, father, had worked so hard to cook. Yeah, he's never picky. Since the time of development, he has a good appetite. He ate two or three bowls at each meal, which made Su Quangen think that his son liked his skills very much .

Looking back now, did he like his skills?No, this was the deep admiration and respect of a son to his father.

Su Aobai did not need to say anything more, Su Quangen, a loving father, had concocted all the excuses for his son.

The old woman was no exception.

Look, she's so cute, how could she be so reasonable and hurtful.

Relying on their own brain power, the couple almost burst into tears.

*****

Returning to his room after eating, Su Aobai glanced at the wallet on the computer desk in the bedroom. When he opened the wallet, he could see half of his identity card open in one of the mezzanines. The first line on it is the name —Su Tianyuan.

This was the wallet that Su Tianyuan found missing last night when he was about to sign the contract.

Su Aobai withdrew her gaze, now was not the time to contact the little idiot and let him go home to take his identity card.

According to the current ID card reissue process, he found that the ID was lost yesterday, even if he immediately reapplied today, it took seven business days to get the newly created ID.

Moreover, some convenience policies have not been changed, and he cannot go to the police station to apply for a temporary ID on the weekend today and tomorrow.

Su Aobai took out her phone and logged into the Shaking Bear app.

According to the memories of his previous life, he found Su Tianyuan's live broadcast room.

A handsome young man in orthodox clothes appeared on the screen, his expression slightly stifled, and he said some not-so-funny jokes.

Su Aobai glanced at the number of people online in the live broadcast room. There are more than 760 people. Many of these people are trumpets raised by companies. Not many, some appeared occasionally, either praising Su Tianyuan for his good looks, or scolding him for not having any special skills at all, like a piece of wood.

Su Aobai changed the name of her Shaking Bear account.

【Your father is your father】: Stupid beauty

He left a comment, and generously dropped him a dollar of mine.

You see, how good he was as a father.

Hit her child first so that she understands her own strength, of course, while hitting she also gives enough encouragement to her child, such as praising her beautiful, or throwing money so that her child can feel her strength, support.

Su Aobai was almost touched by herself.

*****

There, Su Tianyuan was greatly embarrassed by the remark of a chatter named [Your father is your father], thinking how could there be a netizen who was as annoying as his father, but why would he call him that? clean name.

For the next day, he could not arouse his interest in the live broadcast.

Consecutive denials made her doubt whether she was truly suitable to become an internet celebrity.

Zhang Lang also noticed Su Tianyuan's live broadcast room, during his live broadcast, he also entered his room to observe the audience's reaction Stupid preparation, but he was still fooled by Su Tianyuan.

She obviously had a pretty face, but she did not even know how to use her advantage.

Girls love her looks, so she can say something to persuade the little girl, you know, stupid little girls are easy to persuade like those grown-up rich women, he said, one was willing to spend money on the younger brother he liked, and the other was pure It was not a lack of money, and he was willing to praise the small fresh meat he liked.

But Su Tian was far from it. When people praised him for being handsome, he would just flatly thank him. He did not know that when the snake was struck with a stick, it stuck to the stick, blinding the face to nothing.

While Zhang Lang was furious, he also thought of Su Tianyuan's magical singing voice.

He found Su Tianyuan while he was broadcasting, and hinted that he could use the magic chant as a selling point. After all, there are many internet celebrities who are becoming popular with spoofing. That's the most important thing.

But Su Tianyuan exploded upon hearing that.

For some reason, he thought of a chatmate named [Your father is your father], what would the other party think if they heard him sing?

He would definitely laugh at her again, and Su Tianyuan's self-esteem also made it impossible for her to accept a "profit" that had nothing to do with her skill at becoming popular.

Moreover, Zhang Lang's suggestion made Su Tianyuan think of some spectators flocking to the live broadcast room during the daytime live broadcast today.

They left a message and asked, I heard a news anchor singing badly, and some people smashed firecrackers and landmines, saying that as long as he wanted to sing, he said, let them know that her singing is hard to hear, and they will give her more gifts.

There were many similar comments, Su Tianyuan did not feel that he had seen an opportunity to become popular, but felt ashamed.

This made her even more feel that she might really not be cut out to be an internet celebrity.

"It's okay, it's okay, we don't do live broadcasts, we can also record short videos, I'll find scripts and photography for you, I'll find, and then you can act according to the script."

Seeing Su Tianyuan wanting to retreat, Zhang Lang quickly thought of another idea for him.

"Short videos are great, so you don't need to face the camera to communicate with the audience. All they see is you in the video."

Zhang Lang bragged about his team of screenwriters, photographers, and the editing team of his labor union, reviving Su Tianyuan's desire for fame.

So he made a decision right then and there, and asked the team to work overtime tomorrow and Sunday to record a short video for him and upload it to the Douxiong short video app. Zhang Lang already knew it, even though this short video did not work out, he had to get the number of likes up to ten Over 10,000, let Su Tianyuan have the illusion that he could really become popular.

Cheat him first, let him apply for a provisional ID on Monday, and once the contract is signed, it's time to coax the money from him.

Su Tianyuan, who was extremely silly and sweet, did not see the calculations behind Zhang Lang's smile at all.Seeing him give advice for her, and even called his comrades who were on vacation to make a video for her, he said, he suddenly felt that he had been paid for it.

*****

On Sundays, the business of the Sujia snack store was relatively quiet.

Since the white-collar workers who came to eat in the surrounding area were all on vacation, only a portion of the population around considered the small food stall of Sujia as the village canteen in the city, and almost mealtime.

At the end of the workday, Su Quangen rubbed his aching shoulders, but he did not feel tired. Ever since she discovered her son's talent, she felt her entire body become more energetic, and she felt like she could work for someone else.

"Today, that bad lady Wang Juhua also praised your cooking for better food."

"The woman in the Yu family is over ninety years old, and she feels bad to eat anything, but today she ate the mapo tofu you fried so deliciously, and he ate a bowl of bibimbap."

Miao Yinhua shared feedback from customers during the day with the old man with a smile.

"That's because our son's taste and fire control is good."

Su Quangen's face was full of excitement, this praise for his son's first achievement made him happier than he was being praised.

The old couple finished their bath and were resting on the bed. Su Quangen was holding a yellowed notebook in his hand. It was his father's handwriting. When Su Quangen found this notebook from the attic closet He was also a little annoyed that he was too careless while sorting out his father's belongings, so he ignored such an important thing.

It records some of Mr. Su's experiences in cooking in his life, as well as secret recipes from several dishes.

Before sleeping for the past two days, Su Quangen held onto this notebook and pondered.

"But the old lady from the Yu family had to calm down, she was too old to eat so much greasy and spicy food."

While having fun, he did not forget to remind his wife.

"You're not as careful as you were when you were a kid. The old woman at this age. The most important thing for children is to eat happily. Doctors say that it's nutritious and easy to digest, but old women are willing to eat."

Miao Yinhua rolled her eyes towards her old man, then took out a bottle of medicinal oil, and waved at him.

"You're sick again, I'll apply some medicinal oil to you."

It was nice to know that his son was a genius, but the old woman was still worried about his wife. They're really getting old. When they were young, they used to take some private jobs in the countryside. At that time of day, they were cooking a large pot plate. The big iron pot is several times heavier than the skillet in the store right now. For a while, flowing water mats were popular in the countryside, and hands that twisted spoons never stopped all day, but never felt so sore as they are now.

The old woman thought that his wife could still work for a few more years, so she had to let him rest early, but she also knew in her heart that even though she was persuading him, she had to let him rest early, the old man himself would not agree.

"Hiss, light weight."

The strength of the old woman was quite strong, and Su Quangen grinned in pain.

"Boom bum bum."

Right now, there was a knock on the door, and there were only three people in the family, Su Quangen asked his wife to get rid of the medicinal oil, then opened the room window to spread the smell of medicinal oil.

"Please come in."

he yelled.

"Is there a problem?"

Seeing his son enter, Su Quangen asked suspiciously, is it because the money is not enough?

"Dad, I have an idea about our store."

Su Aobai sat by the old man's bedside and pretended to be middle-aged for two days before the old couple got used to the change. Now it's time for the next step.

First, reduce the workload of the old man, then trick the old man into returning the handyman.