Chinese New Year extra: The morning of New Year’s Eve (Brother Cheng’s perspective)
My name is Jiang Shoucheng and I am a doctor.
Even though I am just a junior doctor, I already have the air of a chief physician above my head. After my rotation internship at Renyi Hospital, I chose the emergency room where I was assigned less money and more work. It was not because Director Zhong had saved Grandpa San’s life (of course, it was a bit), but because all the colleagues in the emergency department knew my little brother. craftsmanship.
With the understanding of my colleagues, it is very easy for me to take leave during holidays. They know the importance of family dinners to me, and I often reciprocate by grabbing the leftover porridge from breakfast from Brother De and Xiao Ran and bringing it to the night shift. colleagues for breakfast.
This also leads to the fact that even if I sometimes go to work in the afternoon, my colleagues on the night shift are willing to work an extra morning to wait for me to go to work in the afternoon.
Even my wife, the flower of orthopedics and the daughter of the vice-president, relied on her younger brother’s porridge to cheat...
Sorry for going off topic.
I heard that Brother De always thinks that he is my dearest brother. I think he thinks too much and has no idea of my status and importance in my heart.
My younger brother went to Renyi Medical Center to prescribe Xiaozao for me!
I know that mentioning this matter is somewhat of a dimensionality-reducing blow to Brother De. In order to prove that I am the most important brother in my little brother's heart, let me tell you about what happened on the New Year's Eve morning of the first year our family moved into the courtyard house in Peking.
I set the alarm clock for 6:30 that morning. At that time, my wife and I were not yet in a relationship and there was no problem of getting up quietly to eat. Therefore, I set the alarm clock in an upright manner, ringing and vibrating, for fear that I would not be able to wake up.
I know that with my little brother’s cautious personality, he will get up before 6 o’clock in order to prepare for the New Year’s Eve dinner. But I am a considerate person, and he will not start making breakfast as soon as he gets up. If you want to have a hot breakfast as soon as possible and let me cook a small stove for you, waking up at 6:30 is the best choice.
After being woken up by the alarm clock, I put on my pajamas and quietly left the room. Sure enough, no one had gotten up yet at this time.
It was a bit cold, so I wrapped myself in my cotton pajamas and hurried to the kitchen.
The younger brother is making fried sauce in the kitchen. The aroma of fried sauce fills the entire kitchen and covers up the smell of preserved egg and lean meat porridge.
I looked at the pot, the stretched noodles, and the fried noodles, and asked: "Brother, shall we eat preserved egg, lean meat porridge and fried noodles this morning?"
"Yes." The little brother said, "Eat something to fill your stomach in the morning. I will mix the dumpling fillings in the morning and you can make dumplings. If you are hungry at noon, you can just cook some dumplings to eat."
I nodded, feeling that this arrangement was not bad but something was missing.
If I just wanted to eat fried noodles and preserved egg and lean meat porridge, I could get up at 8 o'clock instead of braving the cold wind and being woken up by the alarm clock early in the morning.
I looked at the edge of the chopping board, and there was a pot of shredded radish. It was obvious that my little brother had been busy filling the dumplings early in the morning.
It would be disrespectful for me to suggest that I want to eat something else.
"Breakfast happens to be not ready yet, little brother, let me chop the meat for you." I rolled up my sleeves and said.
Mincing meat is a physical job. My little brother is already tired from working on the New Year's Eve dinner. How can he be allowed to do this kind of work?
When I think about it, I feel that I am really a considerate and good brother.
My younger brother seemed to feel the same way. His expression was both surprised and touched.
My little brother pointed out some pieces of pork belly and lean meat to me and asked me to chop them into minced meat. I chopped the meat with all my strength, fast and hard. As I was chopping, I was thinking whether I would ask my little brother to bake me a pancake secretly, or... How about asking my little brother to secretly fry spring rolls for me?
I quietly looked around and saw that there were no spring roll wrappers. It seemed that my brother was not going to fry the spring rolls.
Also, I’m not good at making these gadgets. I heard that I’m learning how to make egg-filled pancakes recently. I think I’ll ask you to make me an egg-filled pancake later.
If you really can't, you can just fry the meatloaf separately, and you don't need to add useless things like carrots and cucumbers. Just sprinkle some starch and beat an egg into it, stir it in, and fry it with pure meat.
I remember eating meatloaf fried by my grandpa when I was a kid. It was pure meat, with no seasonings except salt and rice wine. When frying, I put some oil on it and fried both sides until it was crispy. After one bite, my mouth was full of meat. It's much better than the pork patties sold in the orthopedic canteen.
It's a pity that I only ate it once. My younger brother's cooking skills are better than my grandfather's, and the fried meatloaf is definitely more delicious than my grandfather's.
Looking at the alternating fat and thin meat fillings under the knife, I seemed to smell the fragrance of the meat pie.
"Brother, I want to..."
"Brother Cheng, just chop the minced meat into this. I think the preserved egg and lean meat porridge is almost ready. Do you want to have a bowl first?"
I put down the knife decisively and took a bowl to serve the porridge.
After one bite of hot porridge, I miss the meatloaf even more.
My skill in making porridge is still as good as ever. Although all the preserved egg and lean meat porridges in the world have the same taste, what I cook is better than others, more fragrant than other preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and better than other preserved egg and lean meat porridge. Even more memorable.
It would be nice to have a crispy and juicy patty.
Perhaps seeing my disappointment, the younger brother asked very thoughtfully: "Brother Cheng, isn't it a bit dull to just drink porridge?"
I nodded wildly.
The younger brother thought for a while and said: "Yesterday Qiqi wanted to eat Roujiamo. I made three for her, but she only ate two. I put the other one in the refrigerator."
"After being stored in the refrigerator for a day, the taste and texture may not be as good as when they were first made. Brother Cheng, if you don't mind, I will heat up the roujiamo in the refrigerator for you."
"I don't mind. Brother Cheng, why would I mind the meat buns you made?" I said quickly.
The boy took out a meat bun from the refrigerator and gave it to me in the microwave for two minutes.
Although the skin of the overnight meat buns is not crispy, the meat is not fragrant, and it is dry and not delicious at all. But when I only had one Roujiamo, I was thinking of me and left this Roujiamo for me to eat!
Although this Roujiamo was originally made for Qiqi, it is enough to show that my status in my brother's heart is second only to my wife, and I am undoubtedly his dearest brother.
Although Roujiamo is not delicious, the intention behind this Roujiamo is delicious enough.
I devoured the whole Roujiamo and drank four bowls of porridge in a row. I put the bowl on the stove and felt that I was still unsatisfied.
"Brother Cheng, please wait two more minutes, the fried sauce will be ready soon." the younger brother reminded.
"Okay."
I noticed that something seemed to be simmering on the stove next to the fried sauce.
"Brother, is there broth in this stew pot?" I asked.
"Yes." The little brother nodded, "Today's New Year's Eve dinner requires two kinds of soup stock. This pot is specially made. It needs to be kept on the stove and warmed over low heat without taking off the lid, otherwise the fragrance will dissipate and it will be boring."< br>
It suddenly dawned on me that I was looking forward to the New Year’s Eve dinner in the evening.
Just when the fried sauce was coming out of the pot, the sisters Juan Qing and Juan Lian entered the kitchen as if they smelled the aroma.
Neither of them was surprised to see me. It was obvious that they came prepared just like me and wanted to grab some extra food. It's a pity that the only Roujiamo boy has already given it to me, so they have nothing to eat.
Thinking about this, I felt that the Roujiamo just now was a lot more delicious.
"Happy New Year, little brother Cheng!" Juan Lian is the sweetest girl. The first thing she does when she comes in is to say New Year greetings.
"You two are here just in time. The porridge and fried noodles are already ready. You can eat fried noodles after I cut some dish codes for you." The younger brother said with a smile.
"Of course, Juan Qing and I came here in a hurry." Juan Lian looked like she understood very well, and she and Juan Qing took bowls to scoop porridge together.
I just ate four large bowls of porridge and one meat bun in one go, which was a bit excessive. I wanted to save some room for a big meal in the evening, so I changed to a smaller bowl to eat fried noodles.
I have to say that although my younger brother is not as good at making noodles as his grandfather and uncle, his skill in frying the sauce is really top-notch. The salty and sweet fried sauce is paired with a refreshing side dish. Even if you add two more spoons, it will still be very appetizing and delicious as long as you mix it well.
After finishing a bowl of noodles with soybean paste, I was still a little unsatisfied, so I resisted the urge to have another bowl and prepared to leave.
"Hey, Brother Cheng, do you only want to eat a small bowl of noodles? Why don't you eat more?" Juan Qing was a little surprised to see me only eating a bowl of noodles.
"No, no, no." I waved my hand, "I just drank 4 bowls of porridge and it was a bit hard to eat."
Actually I can still eat it.
"You two eat slowly, I'll leave first."
I suppressed the pride in my heart and quickly left the kitchen. Sisters Juan Qing and Juan Lian never expected that I not only drank 4 bowls of porridge, but also ate the meat buns specially given to me by a younger brother.
Hey, I am indeed my little brother’s favorite brother. Favorite!
(End of chapter)