MTL - Call Me Daddy-Chapter 25 , A pair of prodigal sons (8)

"It really doesn't work, let's go to the hospital to have a look?"

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

In this way, the store's business will definitely be unable to take care of, not only because her craftsmanship is not as good as her wife's, but also because she has seen many news about dementia patients getting lost because their family members didn't take care of them for a while.

The old lady couldn't help but feel sad when she thought that her wife would get lost due to her own negligence and began to forget about the wandering life with a full meal.

"Go to the hospital? What's the matter, are you feeling unwell?"

Su Quangen didn't expect his wife to have such a rich imagination at all. Seeing Miao Yinhua's rosy complexion and speaking in a calm manner, he thought there should be no major problem, so he continued to secretly tell his wife about his discoveries.

"Our son is really a genius. In fact, I discovered it yesterday. Don't you think that the pot of soybean and pork knuckle soup was stewed very well yesterday? Let me tell you, it's because my son came to the kitchen yesterday and added some Some seasonings, let alone, the control of saltiness and spices is more precise than me. I thought it was just a coincidence before, but it turned out that he was filming me cooking in the back kitchen today. It was still the same as yesterday, while I was cooking Sometimes he told me to add more salt and less sugar... I ignored him, and he simply did it himself."

The old man babbled, and as he talked, his expression began to become dreamy.

"At the beginning, I was angry with him for making troubles for me. Can this seasoning be added randomly? If the taste of the dish is spoiled, I have to make it again. Who knows when I taste it, hey, absolutely! "

The old man couldn't control his excitement, and when he finished speaking the last word, he slapped his thigh hard.

"Back then, I heard from my dad that there is a kind of people with a particularly sensitive tongue. This kind of people's innate talent cannot be caught up by many chefs who have worked hard for a lifetime. If I had a tongue like our son back then, I would Dad will definitely not soften his heart to me, he has to let me pass on the craftsmanship of our host family even if he has all the sticks."

Su Quangen said with emotion that he felt that after a hundred years, his father might be waiting in the ground with a stick, and he would have to beat him up. Who told him to spoil such a good seedling?

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

Saying that, the old man laughed again.

"Snapped-"

A slap from the old lady interrupted his fantasy.

"Yinhua, why are you beating me?"

Su Quangen asked aggrievedly as he touched his arm that was slapped.

"Let you scare people!"

She thought it was because of his dementia, which made her feel sad to death after thinking about it so much.

Su Quangen:?

Their son is capable, is it a scare thing?

"Don't talk about that, 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 on her heart.

Su Quangen:? ? ?

There are more and more doubts. Didn't they talk about their son at the beginning?

I always feel that my daughter-in-law is weird today, maybe she is dementia? In Su Quangen's heart, the couple's physical examination this year has already been put on the agenda.

*****

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

A regular bowl of winter melon pork ribs soup, in addition to Su Quangen made two more dishes, crisp fried small yellow croaker and tomato scrambled eggs.

Tomato scrambled eggs is a home-cooked dish that does not really test the cooking skills. There is no secret recipe. Ordinary people can make sweet and sour taste at home. Miao Yinhua likes to eat fried tomato scrambled eggs. It lacks some appearance, but this kind of tomato scrambled eggs tastes more delicious, and bibimbap is a must.

The small yellow croaker was specially sent to the seafood hawker at Sujia’s snack shop. It was very fresh, and the fish scales still exuded a bright luster. Unfortunately, it was a bit small and the portion was not large. Su Quangen simply fried the small yellow croaker.

The practice of deep-fried small yellow croaker is not difficult, but it is not simple.

Cut off the internal organs of the small yellow croaker and clean it, then add cooking wine, salt, **** and other seasonings to marinate it to taste.

It is worth mentioning that when Su Quangen was pickling the small yellow croaker, his talented son took out the old **** he had stuffed in the fish belly and threw it away that day, and also removed part of the salt on the surface of the fish skin.

Because Su Quangen was consciously observing Su Aobai, Su Quangen couldn't help asking the first time he did that.

"I can understand that you removed some of the salt that I put on. It may be that the taste of so much salt will be salty, but why did you remove the ginger?"

Su Quangen used to marinate fish in this way, and he didn't think he did anything wrong.

"Huh? Shouldn't you do that?"

Su Aobai showed a puzzled expression, "I just saw what was written in Grandpa's notes, so I followed suit?"

"Notes? Where are the notes?"

Su Quangen was stunned, did his father pass any notes to future generations?

"Dad, don't you know, isn't it in the box in the attic, I thought it was Grandpa's relic."

The small building of Su’s house has three floors, the first floor is the pavement, the second floor is the room of the elders and the living room and bathroom shared by the whole family, the third floor is the bedroom of Su Aobai and his son, and above the third floor, there is actually a very The attic is very small, you have to step on a ladder, and most of the things there are old things that are no longer used at home but are reluctant to throw away.

Some relics of Mr. Su's family are placed in the attic, including some clothes he wore during his lifetime, as well as some objects and books he loved to use during his lifetime, and he has collected several boxes.

Those things were put away by Su Quangen himself, but are there any notes in them? How can he not remember?

Could it be mixed in those books?

Su Quangen thought about it, but the notes wouldn't run away even if they were there, so he still had to ask why he did that.

"Ginger has a strong taste and can remove fishy smell and meat smell. However, the taste of such a large small yellow croaker is very delicate and has no peculiar smell. Pickling fish with **** will cover up its own deliciousness. As for the salt, Dad, don’t you think some steamed fish that we ate at home used to be a bit tighter? This is because too much salt is added, and the salt itself will precipitate water, which will make the fish tighten up, so it’s not advisable to add salt when marinating. too much, and the marinating time should not be too long."

Moreover, frying in heavy oil can cover up the peculiar smell of some ingredients. For such a fresh small yellow croaker, marinating with too many seasonings will make its own umami taste less prominent.

This explanation is clear and logical, and Su Quangen can't find fault with it.

But the problem is that he didn't think that adding so much salt would affect the taste of the fish, because for most people, these subtle changes are not noticeable, just because there are too many changes, combined together , there is a noticeable difference.

But for some gourmets with sensitive tongues, the slight change in the salt level when marinating fish has already determined the success or failure of a dish.

Su Quangen acquiesced to his son's behavior, and when the fish was almost marinated, he began to adjust the batter.

Eggs, flour, and starch were mixed into a batter according to the proportion. During the process, Su Aobai naturally added some flour proportions to it when Su Quangen grasped the flour and starch.

Su Quangen stopped chewing and let him operate. The marinated small yellow croaker was wrapped in batter, poured into a hot oil pan, fried until golden on both sides, and then removed to control the oil.

He brought this dish to the dining table together with the fried tomato and scrambled eggs, and the old lady put a small yellow croaker in her mouth before she finished serving the meal.

Crisp! crisp!

Obviously, the first bite was the head of the small yellow croaker, but there was no hard bone. The whole yellow croaker was fried and crispy. Another bite of the fish body was crispy on the outside, but the meat was still extremely tender. The old lady would have eaten half of it. The crispy fried small yellow croaker is placed in front of my eyes, and the cross-section of the fish body can clearly see its internal texture.

The fish is crystal clear, and the texture of each petal shows its freshness. It has been fried for so long, and the moisture of the fish itself is still firmly locked in the batter, which does not destroy its tender and moist taste.

The combination of crisp and tender, oily aroma and fresh aroma complement each other, and the little salt added to enhance the taste when marinating, the old lady thinks that she can eat a bowl of such delicious fried small yellow croaker in one sitting.

Miao Yinhua ate the little yellow croaker in two or three bites, and then winked at her wife.

Or how could it be said that it was the person next to the pillow who had slept in the same bed for nearly forty years, Su Quangen understood the hint immediately, and nodded quickly.

My son is actually a culinary genius!

Miao Yinhua felt like she was dreaming, but the fresh smell of small yellow croaker left in her mouth kept reminding her that it was real, because her wife had never made such delicious fried small yellow croaker.

Two dishes and one soup were quickly settled by the family of three. After the meal, the old couple you hinted at me, I hinted at you, and finally couldn't help but speak.

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

Miao Yinhua asked suspiciously.

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

Su Aobai stretched his neck, his attitude was so righteous.

But there is nothing wrong with what he said, as far as the old couple loves their son, the original body really didn't have the opportunity to enter the kitchen to display his cooking skills. If he hadn't suddenly got up this time to do some live broadcast, he might not have stayed in the kitchen, and because of him Dad intervened in those operations that he felt were not correct, thus exposing 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 dishes your father cooked before, are they not good enough?"

Miao Yinhua thought, the tongue of a genius must be born with it, but since he has tasted that his father's craftsmanship is not perfect, how can he endure it for more than forty years?

"Taste and come out."

Su Aobai scratched his head.

"Sometimes it's a little light, sometimes it's a little salty, sometimes the spices are not strong enough to suppress the strange smell of the ingredients, and sometimes it's too hot, and you can taste burnt... But those who don't work have no right to speak, Dad I can just shut up and eat the food I have worked so hard to cook, and I am still picking and choosing, it is not a thing."

His answer is also very free and easy.

"Besides, Dad's craftsmanship is just a little bit of a problem. How lucky I am. If I was reincarnated as the child of your parents, if I were cast in someone else's family, such as Uncle Da's family, then I would really cry to death. .”

The Uncle Da Da in Su Aobai’s mouth is a frequent visitor to Su’s snack shop. Almost as long as Su Aobai can remember, his family of three has eaten in the shop all year round, except for a few days when the whole family goes out to drink wedding banquets together, almost rain or shine , because the meals made by the couple were too unpalatable.

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

Especially Su Quangen, others said that his son is not good, that is not good. Now it seems that his son is so obedient and filial. He obviously thinks that the food is not to his liking, but because he knows that he, the father, has worked so hard to cook. Yes, he has never been picky. Since the development period, he has a good appetite. He eats two or three bowls for every meal, which makes Su Quangen think that his son really likes his craft.

Looking back now, did he like his craft? No, it is, this is a son's deep admiration and respect for his father.

There is no need for Su Aobai to say anything more, Su Quangen, a loving father, has already made up all the reasons for his son.

The old lady is no exception.

Look, she was so cute, how could she be so sensible and painful.

Relying on their own brain power, the couple were almost tearful.

*****

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 ID card exposed in one of the mezzanines. The first line on it was the name— Su Tianyuan.

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

Su Aobai withdrew his gaze, now was not the time to contact that little idiot and let him go home to get his ID card.

According to the current process of reissuing the ID card, he found that the ID card was lost yesterday. Even if he went to reapply immediately today, it would take seven working days to get the newly made ID card.

Moreover, some convenience policies haven't been changed yet, and he can't go to the police station to apply for a temporary ID card on the weekends of today and tomorrow.

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

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

A handsome young man with unorthodox attire appeared on the screen, his expression was a little restrained, and he said some not-so-funny jokes dryly.

Su Aobai glanced at the number of people online in the live broadcast room. There were more than 760 people. Many of these people were trumpets raised by the company. Not many, a few appeared occasionally, either praising Su Tianyuan for his good looks, or scolding him for having no special skills at all, like a piece of wood.

Su Aobai changed the name of his Shaking Bear account.

【Your father is your father after all】: Idiot beauty

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

You see, how good he is as a father.

First hit his son to let him have a clear understanding of his own strength. Of course, while hitting him, he also gave the child sufficient encouragement, such as praising him as a beauty, or throwing a piece of money so that the child can feel his strength. support.

Su Aobai was almost moved by himself.

*****

Over there, Su Tianyuan was extremely ashamed because of the remarks of a chatterer named [Your father is your father after all], thinking how could there be a netizen who was as annoying as his father, but why did he even call him such a net name.

For the next day, he couldn't arouse his interest in live broadcasting.

The successive denials made him doubt whether he was really suitable to go on the road of Internet celebrity.

Zhang Lang also paid attention to Su Tianyuan's live broadcast room. During his live broadcast, he also entered his room to observe the audience's reaction. Brainless preparations, but he was still fooled by Su Tianyuan.

He obviously has a pretty face, but he doesn't even know how to use his advantage.

Girls like his looks, so he can say something to coax that little girl, you know, ignorant little girls are as easy to coax as those mature rich women, one is willing to spend money for the little brother he likes, and the other is pure It's not short of money, and he is willing to praise the little fresh meat he likes.

But Su Tian was far from it. When people praised him for being handsome, he would just say thank you dryly. He didn't know that when a snake was hit with a stick, the snake was attached to the stick, blinding that face for nothing.

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

He found Su Tianyuan when he was broadcasting, and hinted that he could use that magical singing as a selling point. Anyway, there are many Internet celebrities who become popular by spoofing. is the most important.

But Su Tianyuan exploded when he heard it.

For some reason, he thought of that chatter friend named [Your father is your father after all], what would the other party think if they heard him sing?

He will definitely laugh at him again, and Su Tianyuan's self-esteem also makes it impossible for him to accept such an "advantage" that has nothing to do with his specialty to become popular.

Moreover, Zhang Lang's suggestion made Su Tianyuan think of some viewers who flocked into the live broadcast room during the daytime live broadcast today.

They left a message and asked, I heard that there is an anchor who sings badly, and some people smashed firecrackers and landmines, saying that as long as he is willing to sing, let them know that his singing is hard to hear, and they will give him more rewards .

There are many similar remarks, Su Tianyuan does not feel that he has seen an opportunity to become popular, but feels ashamed.

This made him feel more and more that he might really not be suitable to be an Internet celebrity.

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

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

"Short videos are good, so you don't have to face the camera to communicate with the audience. What they see is just you in the video."

Zhang Lang brags about his union's screenwriting team, photography, and editing teams, rekindling Su Tianyuan's desire for fame.

So he made a decision on the spot, and asked the team to work overtime tomorrow and Sunday to shoot a short video for him and upload it to Douxiong's short video app. Zhang Lang has already figured it out, even if this short video is unsuccessful, he must get the number of likes to ten More than 10,000, let Su Tianyuan have the illusion that he can really be popular.

Fool him first, let him apply for a temporary ID card on Monday, and after the contract is signed, it's time to coax money from him.

Su Tianyuan, who is so silly and sweet, didn't see the calculation behind Zhang Lang's smile at all. Seeing him making suggestions for him, and even calling his colleagues on vacation to make a video for him, he suddenly felt that he had paid for it. It is so worth it.

*****

On Sunday, the business of Sujia's snack shop was relatively quiet.

Because the white-collar workers who came to eat in the surrounding area are all on vacation, only some residents in the surrounding area regard the small food shop of Sujia as the canteen of the village in the city, and almost clock in for meals.

At the end of the day's work, Su Quangen rubbed his sore shoulders, but he didn't feel tired. Since he discovered his son's talent, he felt that his whole body had become more energetic, and he felt that he could work for another twenty years.

"Today, that naughty woman Wang Juhua also praised your cooking for better food."

"The woman in the Yu family is over ninety years old, and she finds it tasteless to eat anything, but today she ate the mapo tofu you fried very deliciously, and she ate a whole bowl of bibimbap."

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

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

Su Quangen's face was full of joy, these praises for his son's first achievement made him happier than himself being praised.

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

It records some of Mr. Su's experience in cooking in his life, as well as the secret recipes of some dishes.

Before going to bed for the past two days, Su Quangen held this notebook and pondered.

"But the old lady of the Yu family needs to take it easy, she is too old to eat so many greasy and spicy meals."

While he was happy, he did not forget to remind his wife.

"You are not as careful as you are when you are a child. The old lady is at this age. The most important thing for children is to eat happily. The doctor said that this is nutritious and that is easy to digest, but the old lady is willing to eat."

Miao Yinhua rolled her eyes at her old man, then picked up a bottle of medicinal oil, and waved to him.

"Your shoulders are sore again, I'll rub some medicated oil for you."

It is a happy thing to find out that her son is a genius, but the old lady is still worried about her wife. They are really getting old. When they were young, they used to take some private jobs in the countryside. At that time, they cooked big pot dishes. The big iron pot was several times heavier than the woks in the store now. For a while, running water mats were popular in the countryside, and the hand that turned the spoon never stopped throughout the day, but it never felt so sore as it is now.

The old lady was thinking that her wife could still work for a few more years, so she should let him rest earlier, but she also knew in her heart that even if she persuaded him, the old man himself would not agree.

"Hiss, lightly lightly."

The old lady's strength was a bit strong, and Su Quangen grinned in pain.

"Boom boom boom."

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and there were only three of them in the family. Su Quangen asked his wife to put away the medicinal oil, and then opened the bedroom window to diffuse the smell of the medicinal oil.

"come in."

he yelled.

"Is there a problem?"

Seeing his son coming in, Su Quangen asked suspiciously, is it because there is not enough money?

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

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

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

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Su Tianyuan: Let me spoil the spoiler, the handyman is me, I am the handyman

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