kingnovel Chapter 1096 Little Bamboo 9
Chapter 1096 Little Bamboo 9
A Kun took the lead and stepped in, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead but his breathing was steady.
He didn't say anything, his eyes were fixed on the bubbling tomato and beef brisket pot, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.
Then, he walked to the sink very consciously, turned on the faucet, and washed his hands carefully.
A man with hunched shoulders followed closely behind, his tall figure blocking most of the light from the doorway.
There was no expression on his face, but his eyes were glued to the pot of tempting color and overbearing aroma of tomato beef brisket.
He followed the patriarch's example and silently squeezed to the sink to wash his hands. The two grown men stood there side by side, the water was flowing, the atmosphere was a little strangely harmonious, and their eyes were on the food.
"Hey, dumb, are you hungry?"
Hei Xia Zi was pushing the chopped onions into the bowl next to him. Seeing this, he laughed and there were some water stains on his apron.
"You came here just by smelling it? You have a very good nose!"
His tone was full of pride, as if the enchanting fragrance filling the room was all his credit.
Xiao Zhuzi was scooping the cooked noodles into a large bowl. His movements were skillful and each noodle strand was clearly visible.
She looked up at the two eager diners, her lips curved into a knowing arc, and her voice was gentle.
"Ah Kun, Uncle Zhang, it's just right. The noodles are fresh out of the pot, the beef brisket is soft, and the soup base is just right."
As she spoke, she divided the noodles into several large bowls and quickly poured the hot and rich tomato and beef brisket topping on them.
The bright red soup wrapped around the soft and tender beef brisket cubes instantly soaked the snow-white noodles. The steam rising and the compound aroma of sour, sweet, salty and fresh were like real hooks, luring people's appetite.
"Have your hands washed and sit down. The chopsticks are over there."
Xiao Zhuzi pointed to the cupboard next to him and spoke in a natural tone.
She quickened her movements and brought the prepared beef hotpot soup base to the small stove next to her. The blue flames licked the bottom of the pot, and the soup base began to churn slightly, exuding a mellow meaty aroma.
Black Bear also came over and placed the cut side dishes on the table: green coriander, white tofu, fresh mushrooms...
He was still mumbling, "Girl, look at the look in the mute's eyes, like a wolf cub that has been hungry for three days...
Hey, are you okay, Tata? Eat some more meat later?"
He washed his hands with his shoulders hunched, then walked silently to the table and sat down. Upon hearing this, he just raised his eyelids and glanced at Hei Xia Zi, but did not respond. His eyes returned to the bowl of noodles topped with tomatoes and beef brisket.
Zhang Qilin had already sat down with his back straight, his hands on his knees, and his eyes fixed intently on the bowl of noodles in front of him, looking as if he was ready to eat at any time.
Xiao Zhuzi placed the last bowl of noodles in front of him, "Let's eat. Dad, sprinkle some chopped green onions on top."
She handed over a small bowl of chopped green onions.
Hei Xia Zi chuckled, took the chopped green onions and sprinkled them on the bowl of noodles.
The blind man also likes coriander.
Ah Kun and Uncle Zhang had already started. Their movements with chopsticks were not vague at all. They accurately picked up a piece of beef brisket that was stewed until soft and covered with rich tomato sauce, blew on it, and put it into their mouths.
The rich sweet and sour taste mixed with the mellow aroma of beef exploded in the mouth. They paused for a moment with their shoulders hunched over, and then continued chewing as if nothing had happened. They just took bigger bites.
The Zhang family all likes sweet and sour taste.
Ah Kun was so engrossed in his eating that he didn't even raise his head.
Xiao Zhuzi was also very satisfied. She was indeed the best and the food was so delicious that Hei Xiazi was shaking his head while eating and wanted someone to hit him.
The first one to finish eating was Zhang Qilin, who was already blanching the beef and making beef meatballs.
The hunched shoulders are not far behind.
The black blind man screamed, "Slow down, leave some for the blind man."
These two big eaters.
The bowl of tomato beef brisket noodles in front of the mute was empty, even the soup base had been scraped clean.
Tsk tsk, what a greedy mute.
But my daughter’s cooking is really delicious.
Zhang Qilin is very focused when eating.
He stared at the beef hotpot soup base that was boiling with red oil, tomatoes and spices. His eyes, which were usually as calm as an ancient well, were now burning with the purest desire for food.
With slender fingers as steady as a rock, the tip of the chopsticks accurately picked up a slice of beef as thin as a cicada's wing and lightly dipped it in the boiling soup. The slice of meat instantly curled up and changed color, becoming stained with an attractive sauce color.
He raised his wrist, and the perfectly cooked piece of beef fell steadily into the sesame oil dish he had prepared long ago, which was filled with coriander and garlic paste. He dipped a little bit of it and then quickly put it into An An's bowl. The second chopstick was his own, and he quickly put it into his own mouth.
The whole process was smooth and there was no unnecessary movement, with incredibly high efficiency.
Although the hunched shoulders were not as fast as the clan leader, his speed and accuracy in picking up chopsticks were by no means inferior.
He blanched the meat just like Zhang Qilin did.
The man with the tattered shoulders seemed to have a special liking for beef balls. With one chopstick, two round beef balls that had soaked up the soup were firmly picked up and quickly placed in An An's bowl.
The next one is yours.
He blew on it and bit into one. The hot and delicious juice instantly burst in his mouth, mixed with the aroma of butter and the slight sourness of the tomato soup base.
His expressionless face relaxed and he immediately picked up the fourth one.
He ate in silence, but he chewed faster than usual. The Zhang family's preference for sweet and sour flavors remained the same.
Hei Xia Zi stared with his eyes wide open, with a big mouthful of noodles in his mouth, and immediately reached out with his chopsticks.
The meat that is snatched and eaten is the most delicious.
He hurriedly swallowed the noodles in his mouth, not caring about the heat, and stretched out his chopsticks to grab the meatballs from the hot pot, his movements clumsy and anxious.
"Dad, be careful of the heat."
Xiao Zhuzi reminded softly, but his hands skillfully picked up a few slices of freshly blanched yellow throat and put them into Hei Xiazi's bowl.
"Here, this is ready. Eat this first."
She knew her father too well. He was quick with his words but slow with his hands. He had no chance of winning the fight for food with the two well-trained and goal-oriented Zhang family members next to him.
Hei Xiazi immediately smiled and didn't care about the meatballs anymore. He lowered his head and dealt with the yellow throat in the bowl: "My daughter still loves me!"
The yellow throat was cooked to just the right temperature, crisp and chewy, and covered with fragrant soup. He squinted his eyes while eating it.
Xiao Zhuzi continued to eat noodles.
Zhang Qilin and Tajian were still devouring the meat slices and meatballs in the hot pot at a high speed, not afraid of the heat at all.
Iron throat!
Little Bamboo: . . .
The man with hunched shoulders silently kept a synchronized eating rhythm with the clan leader, and a silent contest seemed to have formed between the two.
They were not slow at all in picking up their chopsticks. As soon as the food in the pot was empty, they would put it in. From time to time, they would accurately scoop out a few slices of the premium fatty beef that the black bear had coveted for a long time from the boiling hot pot.
The black bear seamlessly switched between "snatching food" and "enjoying being fed by his daughter", shaking his head while eating with a look of satisfaction on his face.
Little Zhuzi lowered his head and ate the noodles in his bowl in small bites.
There is always something in her bowl.
The tomato beef brisket is stewed until soft and tasty, the sweet and sour soup perfectly soaks every smooth noodle, and the mellow aroma of beef spreads on the tip of the tongue.
Xiao Zhuzi silently gave himself a thumbs up in his heart, with a proud smile on his lips.
Indeed, she is the best.
At the end of the meal, Xiao Zhuzi silently picked up the colander, calmly scooped up a few survivors from the bottom of the soup, and quietly put them into his father's bowl.
Hei Xia Zi's eyes lit up, and he immediately protected the bowl as if he had obtained a treasure, and grinned at Xiao Zhuzi. That smile was full of pride as if "my daughter is the best in the world".
Zhang Qilin: . . . .
Sagging shoulders: . . . . .
It’s better to drag him out and give him a beating, otherwise he’s a bit of an eyesore.