Rhapsody of Entertainment Rebirth

The days passed quickly and the weekend came.

In the early morning, when the sky was slightly bright, Qiu Jiang was woken up by Shan He who got up early. He pushed his bicycle out with the menu and Shan He in hand.

"You two, father and son, got up early. Are you going to buy groceries?" Mrs. Xie, who is used to getting up early, met Qiu Jiang and his son at the intersection.

"It's all this brat's doing. Master, you already know it, right?" Qiu Jiang said angrily.

"Hahaha, Meiyu told me that she would let Meiyu cook all the special dishes, and you two would be responsible for buying and washing the vegetables. It was said to be a family activity, so Teacher Qin and I didn't have to do anything, just wait and watch the excitement. And a big meal.”

Qiu Jiang complained angrily, "It's finally the weekend and I got up earlier than usual!"

"Dad, you have the wrong mentality. Don't think of this as work. You should think of it as activity, fun, and experience."

Qiu Jiang rolled his eyes at his son, "No wonder you can write novels, your imagination is so good. Let's go and experience the fun of the vegetable market! Master, let's go."

Mrs. Xie watched the father and son ride away with a smile. This family is really interesting.

Shanhe followed his father with a menu, "Buy one version each of thick and tender tofu, river fish for fish. Local small taro for taro, two pounds of pork belly, one pound of leg meat..."

"Dad, why are there so many and you have requirements for everything?"

"What do you think? The first step in cooking is to select ingredients. Your grandma used to order the ingredients with acquaintances when making banquets. Just like when you write a novel, you need to collect materials. Your mother deliberately created problems for us, father and son."

"Ah, what should we do?" Shanhe was dumbfounded.

"We're not having a banquet, so just buy them all. Listen to me and buy the chicken, duck, and fish first, then the vegetables, and finally the seasonings. If you can't buy it, let your mother handle it herself."

The father and son shuttled back and forth in the chaotic vegetable market. Two hours later, the bicycle was covered with all kinds of food, and Shanhe was still holding a big bag in his hand.

"Dad, cooking is so much like writing. Preparation work is much more tiring than writing a book!"

Qiu Jiang glanced at his son, "You must have been tricked by your mother. It will be even more tiring to clean up in a while. Just the two of us can't finish it at noon. Let your mother clean up the chicken, duck and fish, she is more efficient, and we will pack the vegetables and ingredients. Go talk to your mother!"

Shanhe responded weakly: "I have already promised my mother, why don't you tell my mother!"

"Your mother listens to you..."

The father and son entered the yard with their bags packed. In the yard, Yu Zhengchong, his wife, and Xie Meiyu's mother and daughter were sitting around the patio, waiting for them to come back.

"Hahaha, Qiu Jiang, you are out of breath after buying groceries. It seems that you have to get up early to exercise in the future!" Yu Zhengchong teased the student.

Qiu Jiang complained to the teacher: "Teacher, look at the menu Xie Meiyu gave us. It would be great if we could buy it back! By the way, there is no beef offal, beef tongue or anything like that. They have already ordered it."

"Look, the fish you bought is too small, and the pork belly part is wrong. Why did you buy such a thick loach? I wonder if the thin ones are more delicious if fried!" Xie Meiyu started to pick and choose.

Qiu Jiang glanced at Shanhe, pouted, and signaled Shanhe to reply.

"Mom, you see, we are cooking home-cooked food, not a banquet, so that's enough." Shanhe responded weakly.

"If the ingredients are wrong, the taste of the dishes will be much worse. Okay, I don't expect you all to buy the right ones. Just start packing!" Xie Meiyu pursed her lips and showed a smile.

"My dad said he would take care of the chickens, ducks and fish, and I would take care of the vegetables." Shanhe sold Qiu Jiang without hesitation.

"Er~" Qiu Jiang looked at his son in disbelief. Shanhe avoided his father's eyes, picked up the bag and hurried to the kitchen.

"Hahaha, let's wait for Qiu Jiang to clean up. I guess we have to eat this meal tomorrow! Meiyu, thank you for not watching the joke. Please help!" Yu Zhengchong said with a smile.

"Dad, dad, let me help you." Xiao Chuxi hugged his father's leg and shouted.

"She must be my good daughter. My son is unreliable! Give me a kiss!"

Ha ha…

Shanhe watched his mother handle the ingredients in an orderly manner. Her expression was indifferent, her eyes were focused, and a completely different temperament from usual appeared on her face.

A mother's pride should be in taking care of her family with her care and hard work in these ordinary daily life. Her achievements are integrated into life and turned into years.

It’s just that none of us paid attention.

Shanhe worked in a hurry for most of the day, feeling like he had handled every ingredient, but seemed to have done nothing. When I finally saw the plates of dishes covering the entire round table, I felt extremely satisfied and proud.

Hakka cuisine is an ancient inheritance passed down from generation to generation. After the Han people from the Central Plains migrated to the south and settled down, they combined the local cuisine to create a brand new cuisine.

It not only retains the cooking methods and taste habits of the Central Plains, but also makes use of ingredients from the local mountains and fields.

Since the selection and production of ingredients are closely related to daily life, folk characteristics are particularly rich.

Hakka cuisine has the characteristics of "salty, cooked and fragrant", which is inseparable from the fact that Hakka people mostly live in mountainous areas. Historically, Hakka people farmed and sown, which required a lot of physical exertion and required a lot of salt, so their diet was mainly salty. .

"In the past, to prepare such a table of dishes, the ingredients had to be prepared for several days. You had to find people from all over the country to order the ingredients, and then you had to store them to keep them fresh. But it was much more troublesome than now!" Xie Meiyu recalled with a sigh.

"Meiyu, your skills will be wasted if you don't become a chef!"

"Where am I now? These are home-cooked dishes and can't be found in big restaurants. I heard from my mother that there are a lot of things to pay attention to, such as eight bowls, nine flavors and so on. Everyone use your chopsticks and try it. This one The table is the product of a whole day for the whole family.”

"This taro meatball is delicious. The fried one is crispy and delicious, and the boiled bowl melts in your mouth."

“The braised pork with pickles and vegetables is well done, and it’s perfect with rice and wine.”

"Mom, the food you cooked today is so delicious, I can't even eat it!" Xiao Chuxi also shouted, patting her belly.

"Xixi also participated in labor today. The fruits of her hard work will of course be particularly delicious."

After Xie Meiyu took care of Chu Xi, she took out a jar of rice wine from the room, "Our local food has a strong taste, with a lot of salt and pepper. After the meal, it is best to have another bowl of rice wine to relieve the taste."

Drinking the sweet wine and accompanied by the gentle breeze in the evening, the family seemed leisurely and lazy.

"Today's activity was good. Although it was a bit hard and troublesome, I had a good time and felt comfortable." Yu Zhengchong leaned back on the bamboo chair with satisfaction.

"The teacher is right. In fact, at first I thought it was Xie Meiyu who cheated us, father and son, but now I am quite satisfied."

"You'll talk a lot if I ask you to do something." Xie Meiyu said, "Cooking is actually a kind of enjoyment. My mother always said this before. When I was young, I didn't understand how it could be enjoyment. It's so troublesome and so... It’s hard work. If my mother hadn’t forced me to learn it, I wouldn’t be able to experience this feeling now.”

"Meiyu said it well. This is how old things are passed down from generation to generation. These things are not only life skills, but also the culture and wisdom left by ancestors from generation to generation!" Yu Zhengchong said with emotion.

Shanhe listened to his family's conversation and thought about his work experience from morning to night, and his thoughts suddenly expanded.

"Master, I suddenly had an idea!"

"Oh, let me tell you something." The whole family's eyes came together.

"Today's experience taught me that cooking is just like writing. It requires collecting, organizing, and creating. It also contains unique culture and inheritance."

Shanhe continued: "If these processes and the stories in them were written down, wouldn't a dish become an article?"

"Hey, look at this, he's crazy. He's really talented." Yu Zhengchong exclaimed. "Xiaohe, why did you suddenly have inspiration?"

"When I listen to my mother talking about grandma, I feel that she is talking so far away, but at the same time I feel that she is right in front of me. Today's experience suddenly made me understand that it is all in the process of cooking."

"Qiu Jiang, look at your son. You can come up with such a good theme for any dish. Food is the essence of our national tradition. We have been watching this all our lives, but we haven't realized anything. I'm so ashamed! I'm so ashamed!"

"Come, tell me your specific thoughts!"

"Well, now I just want to think of a name, "Heritage on the Tip of the Tongue - Mom's Recipe". Master, parents, how do you feel?"

"Okay, the inheritance on the tip of the tongue, great! Isn't it the inheritance of taste!"

"Meiyu, listen, Xiaohe wants to write a book for you."

Xie Meiyu was a little confused. Isn’t it just about writing recipes?